autumn is here.

the air has done its subliminal shift and now summer is gone.
it's not just about temperature; it's something to do with the texture. probably relates to hurricane season, the great sweeping northward.
my brother has been in town this weekend, and it was his birthday yesterday.

Here is a sneak peak at the beginnings of the next in the series of grotesques. she hasn't a name yet, nor a title, and i am unsure of a color palette for this one.


in progress

thursday

well despite best intentions, it is now 12:35 am and i've done nothing of note this evening. nothing at all, really. television and internet are evil things at times. distractions that eat up one's time.
have been busy on the whole, lately, but not spending enough time on anything somehow; any single thing, that is. so much easier to just blast through things and keep the thread in your mind when you've the opportunity to focus on and finish one thing at a time......

very much looking forward to the trip.

signs of the times

advert : funny


attention : unconstituional

Well, I have been remiss at this blogging nonsense of late. In lieu- working on many projects, watching and reading much news (and despairing), planning trip to the UK. I have begun work on a new 30' x 40" canvas, and so far it looks great, so that's intimidating. Haven't decided on color scheme yet. Would like to finish it before leaving on trip. Also must stitch up and bind another sketch book for use on the trip, as the current one will likely be full before we leave.
Oh! I did take some time out yesterday to paint the 'Pod, whom we now affectionately refer to as Hal, as it appears to have intelligence when assigned to "shuffle." (Not just of one playlist, mind, but with thousands of songs to choose from-- mf smart!)


HAL, newly painted

seasonal shift

Well, it is not even quite 7:30, and yet I have already had to turn on many lights in the house; though still blue outside, the process of darkening seems more abrupt from inside, beginning at this time of year. I mourn for the passing of summer; for the loss of light; the end of Daylight Savings Time. (Oh how I loathe the afternoon darkness of the winter months!)

Moyers does it again.

Holycrap- this excerpt from an address given by Bill Moyers is a must-read. A scary one, because of the realities pointed out (which should be so obvious, but seem only to be to a few), but brilliant and to the point.

Sorry it's all been just links of late, but things have been busy 'round here.

saucy!

buttons!

they're finished and available here for the low low price of $5.

olbermann

says it.

interview

to hear

article

to read