Thursday, February 26, 2009

Run for the hills!



Not exactly a cuddly pufferfish full of spikes and deadly neurotoxin, but...I have this phobia of deep sea fish (this influences my choice of painting mermen, by the way).

I can't stop looking at them--so primordially toothy or just plain weird! So when I found this video of the barreleyed fish through a friend's Facebook page, I just had to share. If it were tubeworms, I'd have kept it to myself. I have my limits.

Earth is 70% covered by water and of the biosphere (where life exists), we live in 3% of it. The rest is underwater.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Invite Beauty,

I.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Memento (the fresh-start-maker)

It's been almost ten days since my last post, and I am reminded that within ten days, you begin to lose the muscle mass you've gained from working out. So I'm going to take a micro-break and post for all you loyal readers out there before I lose you en masse!

I have been busy dealing with schoolwork and the consequences of my traffic incident last week and haven't had time to paint. I am seriously considering doing some daily sketches just to keep up the discipline of seeing and making art, as well as continuing to share with you what you've come to this blog to see (I ain't ashamed to say it: my art!).

As for the results of getting the equivalent of a sloppy kiss on my car's left butt cheek by an SUV, I am now the proud owner of a hybrid vehicle. It's a beautiful dark charcoal color (hell, it could be sage green for all I know--those car salespeople can be pretty sneaky!) that's called Magnetic Gray. Personally, I think they should've called it hematite, after the stone, because that's what it looks like (a black, iron-y gray).

Incidentally, gray can be spelled "gray" or "grey." I thought one might be British but nope. I think I like the spelling with the "e" better. I had a neighbor named Grey growing up and it was always a strange experience saying his name as a bilingual and bicultural child because I wanted to complete it with something I found familiar: Grey...guh. Greg.

Yes, all this studying has made Jack a crazy boy! Psychopathology, theories of therapeutic process, and multicultural awareness are my classes this session. I'm in the home stretch, and then I get a week off, and then I start up again. In the interim, I look forward to finishing at least one painting and skipping down to SoCal to visit my brother for his restaurant's grand opening (any day now!).

Right, so I'm not going to post a pic of my car. I don't identify with my car (or material possessions), but I just wanted to say that I feel a great burden has lifted from my shoulders. I realized after buying the car that I had been stressed and sad over the loss of my trusty old vehicle, which had been considered so damaged by the insurance adjuster that he deemed it unsalvageable--a metaphor of my independence, a repository of memory (I took that car on a wonderful road trip)--slated for the glue factory. It will be gone soon, and I will miss it.

However, I have also secured myself a new mode of transport, and that panic of being left behind is fading.

To my surprise, I continue to survive.

Invite Beauty,

I.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

When worlds collide (and one is at fault)

So I was driving home yesterday and this SUV plows into the side of my car.

And keeps driving.

It was an odd sensation, kind of like bumper cars. Except I'm the one getting bumped and shoved into a corner. The thought, "helpless," came to mind.

I tend to meet these situations in life calmly. I know the drill: Get out, exchange information, yadda yadda. So I was surprised when I found my hands shaking and I couldn't write clearly (not that my handwriting is legible by any stretch of fantasy).

Later, as I talked to my claims agent (complete sweetheart), I realized I was shaken up when I had trouble answering pretty simple questions. I don't think I could have answered my date of birth at that moment! Odd.

Anyway, just a note to let y'all know I'm fine, I didn't take pictures for my blog like I should have (although I might do that tomorrow when I drop off my car at the body shop for the adjuster).

What was kind of interesting was how, as I took down the other driver's information, she pretty much gave me her life story as she apologized profusely for crashing into my car (SUV vs. sedan, you do the math). I'm sure this is partially because of my personality (listener) and partially because of my schooling and partially because people want to share, to be heard, to be seen.

Speaking of wanting to be seen...

Alright, back to work. I have a painting waiting for my attention and homework assignments for my upcoming classes. This traffic incident (we don't say "accident" since that assumes no one was at fault--I think I learned that from the movie Hot Fuzz) was the last thing I needed on my overflowing plate, but hey, I'm alive.

Invite Beauty,

I.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Funky fun, spiky terror

Fugu! Acrylic on canvas, 24" x 24"

Okay, so I should give you guys something nice to look at if I'm not going to be painting for a while. I've got my nose in psychology books and my brain is overflowing with theories and disorders. Whee!

Here's one of my favorite paintings, Fugu! You can click on the image to read the description, see detailed pics, and to bring this happy fella home.

When I was making this painting, I became obsessed with pufferfish lamps. That's right, a lamp made from a pufferfish. Humans are so weird.

I'm sure PETA will be pounding on my door at any sec, but it is my hope that the pufferfish that sacrificed its life to attain lamphood had its flesh duly eaten and enjoyed (fugu is Japanese for pufferfish, and it's a delicacy there--mostly because you can get a nice tingly sensation from the neurotoxins in the flesh or die from it; preparation of the dish is by licensed professionals only!). Circle of life, my friends, circle of life.

Anyway, just as tobacco has been a kind of "thank you" for alcohol (who's winning now, paleface?), I have to say that my pufferfish lamp has gotten the last laugh. Why?

Because anywhere I hang it, I think it's going to fall on me and impale me.

So I just keep it in my closet.

Ha ha, fugu. Ha ha.

Invite Beauty,

I.

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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Comment, comment, comment chameleon

Thanks to a reader's feedback about the commenting experience, I was inspired to muck around Blogger's customizable features.

I've now set comments to be accepted through a full page redirect (which means no popup window, which might have been messing with people's browsers, popup blockers, etc.). If this doesn't work, I'll try having the comment box embedded in each post (you'll see a space at the end of a post where comments may be left).

My gratitude for your patience, and especially for the sleuthing help from LH of She Sews Seashells. Y'all should check out her blog--it's funny, intelligent, and full of gorgeous photographs, crafts (that's the sewing part), baking, thoughts on being a stay-at-home mom (SAHM), and of course, her adorable kids.

Invite Beauty,

I.