Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I don't have the camera . . .

So I can't show you the Herringbone Rib socks I've just finished with the shorter shank. (Second pair, in fact.) I can't show you the Fun Fur and Homespun I got from my youths this xmas or the wild pink Border Leicester locks from Bethe. You'll not see xmas photos or those of the recent snow storm all fluffy in my woods. The Medusa/self-portrait will go unrecorded another day ~ as well as untouched. Millie won't be able to show how much Shetland she's gotten done. Nor will you see the spindle lying dormant with the acid green and gray roving. And I certainly can't show you the hat I'm starting because Dirk lost the other one somewhere on this planet last winter.

Words will have to do.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

lux humana

Yes, it's bad Latin, but it sounds so good.

Anyway, we lit the last candle in the Advent Garden last night with the inclusion of human-created items ~ little houses, dollhouse table and chairs, a pen my brother made and a paint brush. I think these things smack of the Light of Man.

And for those who have asked: I made the table top from left over tiles, broken pottery, shells and those nifty vase beads found at $1 stores. It is a heavy table.

So. Tomorrow at sundown, we light the Solstice candle along with the others. Provided we're home, I'll let those puppies burn down in silence and safety. Well, I'm not certain of the "silence" part of that equation as there's generally some noise going on in the home at night. TV, Turrets-like cursing at the video game of the moment, barking at air ~ the usual family pandemonium outside of work/school hours in a house. But, hey, it's all good fun.

Monday, December 13, 2010

3rd week of Advent

The third light of Advent
Is the light of beasts.
The light of hope we see
In the greatest and in the least.

Representations of beasts have been added to our Advent Garden. Bennie asked what we'd add for humans. I don't want to drag out photos again so I figure we could add human constructs ~ a little house, a paint brush, haiku, small pottery . . . stuff human-made and human-used.

Tonight, we get our tree! It will be a wet tree, thanks to the rain, but it's all good. I'm eager for a little Yuletide decor 'round here. Air-blown Santas, Rudolphs and Frostys aren't enough.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Man Who Came to Dinner

Be warned: It's all about Tom.

Here he is before the show, checking on his Assistant Light Tech while looking quite snappy.

The High School was putting on a showing of The Man Who Came to Dinner by George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart.

More checking . . .

Finally on stage for the third act.

Tom taking the bow and a red carnation.

Tom waiting for the cast to leave the set.

Tom really working that wire . . .

deftly . . .


Tom deconstructing the set.

It was a fun night. Tom is noted in the playbill three times: once for his part, then two more times as Lighting Tech and set construction. More accolade than some ~ which makes us proud as punch. We might get to house the Egyptian sarcophagus used in the play ~ it had to actually contain one actress for an unceremonious exit. It's shiny.

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Tom and I were having a conversation about certain expectations when I said, in somewhat Eddie Izzard fashion, "Look, you're British! Scale it down a bit."

Whereupon he replied, "No. I'm Irish. I scale it way down and then get drunk."

Friday, December 10, 2010

creating a new tradition

Life can change drastically sometimes. When it does, people may try to find ways to cope with the change involving the creation of New Traditions. I love to create Sacred Space and Altars ~ it's like playing House on an esoteric level. This Solstice, I have one less person in my life to celebrate with and feeling like I need something of comfort, I made an Advent Garden altar.

This nifty idea came to me by way of this Living In Season article. Erin Fossett borrowed verses of the Waldorf Advent as follows:

All the kingdoms of Nature
Are preparing for the coming of the Christ Child,
Of that, which is born anew
Within each of us at this time of year.

The first light of Advent
Is the light of stones.
The light that shines in seashells,
Crystal and in bones.

The second light of Advent
Is the light of plants.
Plants that reach up to the sun
And in the breezes dance.

The third light of Advent
Is the light of beasts.
The light of hope that we see
In the greatest and in the least.

The fourth light of Advent
Is the light of man.
The light of Love, the light of thought,
To give and understand.

Certainly, "Christ Child" could be exchanged for a more spiritually comfortable reference of Light and "human" might be swapped for "man," but they're good words nonetheless. It's my understanding, the First Light of Advent began November 28 on this year's calendar; then the remaining Lights are recognized on the subsequent three Sundays. Solstice is when the center candle is lit. I started a little late, but caught up quickly as of last night. This coming Sunday evening should see a candle lighting in honor of beasts.

I woke up this morning eager to light the two candles on my Advent Garden altar before doing anything else. It is a gift the lighting of a candle can mean so much.

Thursday, December 09, 2010

Look, Ma! It's Frida Kahlo!

Using the well-honed art of procrastination, I cleared out all dated periodicals from various nooks and crannies in our home. Magazines and newspapers were inserted into places one would not normally look. Dirk likes to hang on to certain things ~ real estate mags, anything featuring U2, Led Zeppelin, Star Wars or the NY Giants, local news features about the area's latest tax hikes (and there are many). I gleaned through the crap for everyone and then hauled out the remainder to the bin. I am taking full advantage of garbage day. The house is 30 pounds lighter.

I then made chicken soup with some leftover carcass I know no one here would ever eat again unless found in a different state ~ soup or salad. I finished gluing other computer-generated SoulCollage images to illustration board. Those finished cards will need a coat of acrylic for protection, but not today. Instead, I wanted to get a few more CG images done before we're out of colored ink again. (Dirk rarely needs color for any of his documents so colored ink cartridges are considered frivolous. This from a man who insisted on electric heat mats under the bathroom flooring for warm tootsies.) I would have like to have gotten a few more done, but I really got caught with Frida. Her images are famous and ubiquitous, yet they have so much raw power when one actually does a Zen stop and really sees the genius. I got lost simply looking at her paintings wondering/remembering (from Salma Hayak's movie) what she was going through when she painted each of them.

Go ahead, do an Image Search. Someone will send a posse to find you.

So . . . this is all I got done today. It was worth it.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

studio time

From this vantage point of my studio I can survey all.

While Millie and I spin Ava the Shetland fleece, I take a few moments to mull over this painting ~ see if I get any direction from it whatsoever. It's fine if I don't. I didn't intend to paint today. Spinning has the stronger pull on my attention.

We bought a color ink cartridge for the HP which allowed me to finally print off SoulCollage images I'd made a couple of months ago. While I'm waiting for both surfaces of rubber cemented materials to dry, I spin up a rolag or two.

This table has a few things going on ~ a sock (of which I can only knit one because, like a dope, I didn't buy two balls of the yarn needed), Triple Goddess Tarot book reading, Birth Angels book reading (I have philosophical issues with this book), and just Other Stuff.

The important thing is having worked up the gumption to spend time here today. It required a mid-morning nap (waking up at 5:30am daily catches up with one after awhile) and a hefty cup of Chai, but I made it to the studio refreshed and able to multi-task. What abducted my time and attention for so long was the managing of holiday gatherings, the comings and goings of folks, cooking ad nauseum, followed by the requisite cleaning. The dust has finally settled.

But now I'm listening to a variety of xmas songs . . .