I'm holding a severed dog head. She speaks to me from beyond....
This spectre appears around our home at night wearing odd clothing...
But I'm really dressing as a secret Muslim tonight. No one will know. Because it's secret.
I took this picture a few weeks ago and I posted it today thinking I would write something funny. But I didn't know exactly what. So, I posted the picture and waited for the page to refresh or freshen up or go to the powder room and then my phone rang.
Well, it didn't ring. It gonged. See, I've developed an intense anxiety to the phone ringing. Pat and Sunny thought it was funny for a while to yell, "Dog Phone!!" in unison every time it rang at home. But that ended up being several times a night every night. And my stomach would clench. I wouldn't answer it and then I'd be a mess until the voicemail indicator rang. Ugh.
Then I'd have to listen to the message and decide if I could call back right then or later. Usually based on the difficulty of resolving their rescheduling conflict or knowing that I would have to say no (I'm sorry I don't have an opening tomorrow morning between 8 and 9 for your sheep dog).
I don't say no very well. I don't do it very often. And some people know that and for their own reasons (which I will not list here--mostly selfishness. There I said it) pursue me like sugared-up four-year olds at KMart in the toy aisle.
And they know that if they talk to me on the phone they can usually get me to do what they want. That's why some of my customers and ex-customers prefer to call on and off all day trying to catch me before leaving a message. Those are exactly the calls I avoid.
Well, I don't let Pat and Sunny yell "dog phone!" any more. And I changed my phone ring to a chi gong. It's quiet and usually I am the only one that hears it. I still don't answer it unless I sense that the phone is clear of guilt vibes.
I hold it as it quietly gongs and look at the number. I stare at the answer or ignore buttons. I push ignore thinking that it is decisive. That's right, I'm going to choose to ignore this call. But I don't ignore it. The buttons should say answer or dwell.
Here's my first sharpie-drawn stained-glass plan. I use to do stain-glass designs in pencil but the process really hurt my hands. Sharpies are easier for me. I can draw for hours without too much strain. I only had about fifteen minutes at a time if I used the pencils. And I'm still able to achieve a level of mixing and texture. That's what I liked about the oil pencils when they were mixed with watercolor pencils.
For comparison reasons I have included the drawing below done 3 years ago at Halloween. It was done with oil and watercolor pencils on paper. Just inspired drawing making shapes and then following what they wanted to be. The sharpie drawings are not as rich as the pencil ones. But I feel more freedom in the process because it doesn't hurt and I can get lost for a long time if I want to.
This was a drawing designed by Sunny. She likes to sit next to me and tell me what to draw. I start to draw a random shape. Changing it a little each time I go around it. She guesses what it is and I honestly don't know until it looks like the thing she says. So that's me rolling an Imagination Ball down an elephant.
Pat likes this one because it's Sunny. It was fun to use the repeated patterns. Is it an arabesque? I'm not sure yet. Christy? Other art-smart people?
Below is another Sunny directed drawing. It's me pregnant with Sunny with my Ugg boots on and a guinea pig on my head and a bird on my stomach. See how bizarre it is when we work together? That's why I was trying to read and watch to learn about Surrealism to see if we fit in that category. At first I thought it sounded too strange but the more we draw together the more purely Surreal it gets.
This is a mermaid goddess suggested by Sunny but not directed by. She was asleep and I was sitting on the soft buttery couch listening to the Rolling Stones. Exile on Mainstreet I think.
This is Punk Dog. Inspired by my friend Dan. Well, inspired by the nickname Pat gave to Dan. It's his appointed surf moniker. But he doesn't like it. For me, it sticks. So, here is a green paisley sweater on a pink punk dog.
The drawing below did not work but I'm posting it here so you can see how annoyed I got with myself. The arms came out too short and I felt annoyed by the colors I had chosen. Sunny likes it because she says it's me on a fish-shaped surfboard.
Below is my Art Deco Halloween drawing. I love this one and would like to put it on a t shirt.
Another Halloween drawing of candy corn.
Here is Chicken Pizza.
The one below took about 16 hours of last week. It's a drawing of Christy dancing. But it is not done. It wants to be a 3-D piece. So, Christy, you will have to wait to see what it finally becomes. I was inspired by Christy's post: I miss that grand stage where I was free to move as free as a finch. I miss that freedom, that space, that letting go and giving all sometimes. I guess it's time to start another big painting before I go mad again.
Here is a larger sharpie drawing I'm doing that is another self-portrait even though I'm looking a lot like Katherine Hepburn there. But it does capture the Central Coast on a perfect Fall day.
This is another large sharpie drawing. I think I'm going to watercolor wash the background. Open to suggestions.
And here is a large sharpie drawing of me and Sunny. Not finished yet but I'm really pleased with how the colors are starting to find a common vibration. There's a lot of white left that can change the whole direction or focus.
Phew. I have a few more but I'll wait. Because I'm exhausted. And you must be exhausted.