Time choices ate up the month

 

My midnight muse is busy selecting thoughts and ideas while a month has been eaten up.  I have had serious pain and received shots in my back which have blocked nerve actions.  Now I can float with my muse and plan to create monotypes. My press is waiting...

 

all fretters unfettered finally

I have lost several weeks due to real pain, but I now have a good pain doctor who will take care of pain processes in July.  Yes, I have been fretting, but hope this will take care of difficult pain.

Escape from the Hum Drum

When I was a young girl, I wanted to be unique...to be away from a crowd who never thought as I would.  But as time went on, I recognized those, who had been hum-drum, did their own unique thinking.    There is a tumble of thinking in brains, even tiny thoughts; but sometime a thought becomes an idea and, with work, becomes a concept and then it may develop a curious print.  I had a lot to learn when I was young.

An interruption

I just had to take time out due to pain.  Pills helped.  The story continues next week.  I'm writing my story.

Two ships seeking an island

To search for an island is like searching for an idea and the idea needs to be investigated as the island needs to be discovered.  Are there critters? or birds? and trees and flowers? Is the sand black or white? Take your idea and investigate it as completely as the Island.  Get to know your Idea!

A Big Parade

We need a bigger parade.

The Dinner Party

Ahh, it's a lovely time to go to the Dinner Party and visit with friends talking about ideas, experiences, and perhaps, future plans.  Recipes are goo.  Families also join in and may do the Dinner Party monthly.  But here's a print of a more difficult event.  The host and hostess are speaking loudly and over each other, while two lovers, with their backs facing us, have different dreams in their heads.  The print was done first with color in silk screen, followed with the story drawn in lithograph.  It's more funny than serious.  The boy dreams of tickling with a feather.

One bird is crouching, body tightened 'til feathers flying.  The tall bird is trying to intimidate her partner while her feathers pop into the jungle.  Anger has possessed both birds without giving a truth an issue.  A bad critic has given them a bad critique,  Now an art work is absent a flawed finish.  Talent asks for good materials, good design, good color and good labor; a good artist wins now and then.  Talent is a gift that a person works for and searches for...and pomposity forgets the problem. Now the birds only argue, while the Wisdom Butterfly drops a tear.  Next Wednesday I will offer another print and story

I always include friends, artists, and  relatives as well as strangers to enter a story within the print.  I was most often cutting paper, while others enjoy a big world.  How many climb a tree?

It is my parade

Back again, but older

Seven years have hurried by while I had to fix many health issues.  Now I am feeling young and making prints on the press with plenty of dyed colored paper added...and sometimes oil pastel.  Next week I will enter new monotypes.