Time Mismanagement…

I’m trying to do this for real this time. Just get thoughts down and work them out, put it out there into the virtual world. But wow, does everything else seem to take precedent? Keeping tiny people alive is a massive undertaking. And unfortunately at this moment not everyone needs a piece of my art to fill a void in their soul, so I still have to work too. My chickens, my dog and my husband also cannot survive without me (or so I choose to think). Point is, it’s 11:00pm and I see what’s coming down the line. Kids and husband out of school for the summer and me up in the wee hours trying to think and commit to working it out. Pretending to fold laundry while I slap together a piece of art or two. Summer is coming…

Of course Jack White is the pale speaker of truth regarding this messy creative process. I really like what Meg brings to the table in this discussion also. Kidding.

And out of the ashes of this messy weekend comes the phoenix…well, phoenixes actually. I managed to finish a piece for a friend of mine who just adopted a baby. I’m enjoying arrow and bullseye images lately so I’m going with it and am pleased at how it turned out. My son also ate something new- grapefruit. This seems minor, but for a kid who barely eats anything to eat something new, well I teared up and I’m not joking. Finally, my daughter insisted on being a “baby” this weekend. She’s 5. So I made her this “diaper” to wear. Every time I looked at her I chuckled because she looked like this cherubic angel wearing the outfit of a loinclothed sadhu. A mishmash of religious iconography to brighten any rainy weekend.

Her outfit all weekend…luckily we mostly stayed home.

I know, he’s just eating a grapefruit, but it’s a moment I’ll always cherish…

Where’s my bullseye?