Wednesday, December 01, 2010

getting ahead

If it seems "icky" -- here is a woman who has a great site, check it out.

There isn’t a right way of doing things. There is the way that is right for you. Or really: the way that is right for you in this moment. Better for you is not better in general.

Since this is our safe space to play, everyone here commits to making room for people to have their own experience and their own way. It’s a practice. It’s playing at the practice of practicing playing.-- Havi and Selma

Sunday, October 10, 2010

hitchcock halloween haunting silhouette

this blog is supposed to have a link with it...but it might not be showing up...why? I don't know.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Isadora Duncan

On September 14, 1927, dancer Isadora Duncan is strangled in Nice, France, when the enormous silk scarf she is wearing gets tangled in the rear hubcaps of her open car. ("Affectations," said Gertrude Stein when she heard the news of Duncan's death, "can be dangerous.")

Isadora Duncan was born in 1877 in San Francisco and moved to Europe to become a dancer when she was in her early 20s. She had always loved to dance--in her teens, she worked as a dance teacher at her mother's music school--but Duncan was not a classically trained ballerina. On the contrary, she was a free-spirited bohemian whose dances were improvisational and emotional; they were choreographed, she said, "to rediscover the beautiful, rhythmical motions of the human body." In contrast to the short tutus and stiff shoes that ballet dancers wore, Duncan typically danced barefoot, wrapped in flowing togas and scarves. Female audiences, in particular, adored her: In an era when classical ballet was falling out of favor with many sophisticated people (and when the scantily-clad dancers themselves were, more often than not, "sponsored" by wealthy male patrons), Duncan's performances celebrated independence and self-expression.

Duncan lived a self-consciously bohemian, eccentric life offstage as well: She was a feminist and a Darwinist, an advocate of free love and a Communist. (For this, her American citizenship was revoked in the early 1920s.) Meanwhile, her life was a tragic one, especially when it came to automobiles: In 1913, her two small children drowned when the car they were riding in plunged over a bridge and into the Seine in Paris, and Duncan herself was seriously injured in car accidents in 1913 and 1924.

On the day she died, Duncan was a passenger in a brand-new convertible sportscar that she was learning to drive. As she leaned back in her seat to enjoy the sea breeze, her enormous red scarf ("which she had worn since she took up communism," one newspaper reported) somehow blew into the well of the rear wheel on the passenger side. It wound around the axle, tightening around Duncan's neck and dragging her from the car and onto the cobblestone street. She died instantly.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Images I absolutely adore!

Of course these are all mine...if you didn't know by now. Not trying to be cocky, just stating the facts, ma'am! Taking pictures, shooting, whatever you call it, I saw one ETSY photog call it "eye poetry" is the thing here. See my etsy site, and also my website:, and, the gallery that sells my work.

Going to a pig roast

but first i have to indulge in blueberries, yes, fresh and wholesome and wonderful blueberries. can't wait. inspired to get some great shots before summer shuts down for good this year. now the light is changing quickly so got to go now...more later about the pig roast and will post some pictures. this weekend has been quite, quite exciting in a very good way. A date with the hubster is a real treat which doesn't come along too many times in a year. We lead very busy lives but full lives and for that, I am very great-ful!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remember the old song, "Going to a Go-go"

Well, I really don't remember the title, but I am going to a go-go. What is a go-go? Well, I was too young to remember -- ha ha! but it's a "do" an "event" or "happening". I'm going to see the spokane symphony at chewelah peak. Should be very fun. I go every year. Hope you can go as well. Classical music is inspiring, and I love to watch classical musicians. Coming off of seeing Bob Dylan, the stance is different, the hold on the instrument is different, the posture is different. Love it! Music on the Mountain rocks, what a way to spend September 11th!

Friday, April 09, 2010

Just Wondering Upon My Insomniac Life!

Mounting an art show, having an art show, what do you call it? Whatever it is, it's added stress to one's life. Just wondering when I can say it's done, it's complete and enjoy the rewards of creating an environment. There is an art coach, BTW who will teach one how to 'blog'. Blogging isn't the issue. The issue for an artist is to find the time to do good work, quality work, the best-you-can-do work. Only that Julia woman got to make her blog into a movie. So there, I've said it, anyone can blog.

OK, I digress. The point is I'm up late, I'm trying to sleep and then get worried about what the show will be, what it will look like, how are my cards coming, generating some press articles, and getting the word out there, all of which takes so much time.

Then, I'm supposed to look good as a woman, be hot, slick and ready to rumble! Sometimes the task is overwhelming. But I don't get overwhelmed, I just push it all down and bite my nails! It is a little satisfaction when they peel off, (my nails that is). I was wondering if I should go on to commiserate with other artists, but I think not. That will only be taking away from studio time!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Mother Nature

Today, while going my merry way, thinking of the day and what I had planned, something happened unexpectedly. I was driving the Silverado Chevy when I lost control and started to slide down my mile long driveway, which was a sheet of ice.
It was a harrowing experience to say the least. Frazzled with shaking hands, I tried to gain control and stop the vehicle. I should say I'm fortunate and very blessed to be alive. I kept telling myself: "you can do this". I tried all the buttons, 4W Drive AUTO, 4 with the arrow pointing down, and kept sliding until I managed to stop the vehicle. I had to literally crawl on my hands and knees when I got out of the vehicle. Wearing only rubber-soled new balance gym shoes, I had to walk up the 1/2 mile to my house on the snow berms.
When I got to house I broke down and began to cry realizing how close a call it was. I called my husband and told him what was happened, repeating: "I'm in trouble". A simple thing like getting in your car to pick up your child turns into a life or death situation. I wasn't expecting that.
I found out Mother Nature is a non-negotiator. She doesn't negotiate. She lays out the situation, and one had better pay attention. If not, there is a price to pay.
When my hands stopped shaking and I stopped crying, realizing that I might have flipped and gone into the trees or worse, I thought maybe it's not worth it to live on a hill. Maybe I should re-consider living on a hill like this in the winter.
I don't know. I know my husband now has a worst migraine than now that I've told him what happened. I feel sore all over from the stress, yet still have to go out and face the day and pick up my daughter.
With both menfolk out in other places and being alone, somehow I'll get the help I need from a divine source. I know that for sure.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Getting ready for Friday

Getting up at the crack of dawn...what a saying! But in reality, the crack of dawn is no fun for me, definitely I'm not a morning person and plan to stay that way!
Going to Spokane will be fun I think.

A great idea


It's colder than cold, colder than a witch's you know what in a brass bra!

What ever that means. I'm getting fatter, and that's not good. Went to yoga class last night but was too distracted. Oh well. Hopefully the class will improve. It's a parent/child class and while my baby was great, others in the class not so great.

Have to remember to call Mom as it's frightfully cold in Chicago.

Also, going to try and remind boss lady that I need to come in late on Friday.

My other baby leaves next week for a weekend in LA for a modeling session. It will be a great experience for him!

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

This is so cool...

I can blog from any email address! Whooppppeeee! It's great when technology works and it does what it states it's going to do.
Right now I'm getting ready for some needed shut-eye. Wine has got to help!
Work is fine and it's Wednesday, over the hump day.
We're trying to get Weight Watchers started in our ultra-rural neck of the woods.
Yesterday I connected with an old friend I have not spoken to in ten years because of FACEBOOK!
YIKES...10 years...

see if it works

well, it was a tough day in the office. Just a lot of talk and face to face with my boss. She's a nice lady, and I'm fine with all the rules and regulations. Sometimes people take advantage of my 'sloppiness' I think.
I'm kind of not a person who gets into rules too much. I can't cause I'll stifle and shut down when there are too many rules. Suffice it to say, I run my shop a little loosey-goosey and that's fine with me!
Don't get me wrong, I do have borders, I have perameters and lines in the sand. But I have always believed that you train people how to treat you.
That's for sure.

Waiting on an Answer

Well, when you submit to a contest, you must wait. I think the poster I created for the Chicago Latino International Film Festival is great. They will pick mine, and I will get the prize, I know it. $1K would be a really nice prize! It's a toss-up...WOW! I keep using that word. Now I will blog, blog, and blog more, now that I can using email!

I'm trying out Feedjit's Twitter blog widget at

Alice Neel - My favorite Painter

I think there is a painter in me, and I'm drawing her out! Pun intended! It's a conundrum, and tonight I'm exploring how much input to let others (my loved ones) give me about my painting. It's a tough call. Sometimes I wish I could paint in silence without any input, comments, jibes, discussion, talk or criticism from others. I don't take it lightly and I think I may have ruined a good painting. Oh well. There is always another one. I finally ordered some great brushes and hopefully they will come soon along with an Alice Neel book who always, always, always inspires me. Maybe a grant or two or three in my future. I know this, and it's from one of my favorite authors, Louise Hay: What we believe about ourselves and about life becomes true for us. I have tweeted this before but it is worth repeating. I found this on my twitter account, gloriart. Love, life and art, what else is there? Oh yes, FOOD!

Oil Painting of Dave - Is it done, or did I botch a good thing?

Well here are two images which I like best? I don't know. I'm liking the beginning of Dave's painting, but got him involved with the hair. That is, he made comments about his hair looking "Nazi-ish" and I agreed. I don't know if the new hair is better or if the painting (the more completed one) is better. It's a toss-up. With the incomplete one, there is some 'freshness' I don't get with the other one. Oh well, it's all a learning process.