Sunday, June 28, 2009

Beulah Points East



My jewelry Box was a gift from David and he discovered it at an antique store.




Recently the back wall of the inside of the box began to peel. Some how, a piece of jewelry was trapped back there. This green jewel!




This isn't mine, so it belonged to the person who owned the jewelry box before me. Unfortunately, it is only a piece of costume jewelry, and not a real emerald. This is okay though, it will fit in with all of my costume jewelry.



One thing I like about thrift stores and antique stores is that everything has a story already, since everything belonged to somebody else. Usually there is no way to find out the stories, but once in a while there are little clues, like this fake emerald.

When I found this jewel I was reminded of the short story 'The Necklace' by Guy de Maupassant. I do not want to give away the ending, but there is a crazy ironic twist in this story. It makes me cringe just thinking about it! I read a collection of Maupassants stories, and many of them had ironic twists. His stories remind me of Twilight Zone. A lot of my favorite episodes are simple stories with ironic twists, similar to Maupassants stories. Another similarity is that both Twilight Zone and Maupassant are masters at creating eeriness. Eeriness is a lot better than straight scariness because eeriness lingers.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Francis, Horatio and William: Faithful Captains of the Sea

Here are three sea captains. Just like dog owners start to look like their beloved pooch, sea captains begin to resemble their cherished boats.






This piece of found art was discovered in a parking lot. It is a piece of sparkling pipe cleaner attached to a piece of paper. I think it is somebodies interpretation of a caterpillar. There are so many caterpillars around my home. I don't know what they turn into. I will see what sort of moth or butterfly I see in abundance in a couple of months.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Braille Illustration # 22

The lizard created the girl by talking about her.





Here are a few photos I took after watching a soccer game at Quest Field. The Sounders won, Hurrah! My favorite part of sporting events is belligerently yelling at the top of my lungs, and for this to be not only socially acceptable, but expected. The whole experience is very liberating. I had my camera to take pictures of the game, but I didn't get any interesting shots. I had a lot more fun with my camera after the game, taking pictures of the city at night.








Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Braille Illustration #21

Here is a new braille illustration. A bat with green stripes.



Bats are very pretty but of course, they are a bit spooky. Its hard to think of a bat without thinking of either vampires or rabies. Vampires seem to be all the rage lately. The latest fad character is always changing. For a while it was the pirate, then zombies, then robots and now vampires. As far as vampire books go, I still think good old fashioned 'Dracula' is the best. Thats one eerie novel.

At my college library there were signs posted for awhile warning of rabid bats. Apparently, rabid bats made their way into the library (probably hiding in between the pages of a book or in the dreadlocks of an unsuspecting student as they entered the library). After the bats trojan horsed their way into the place, they preceded to attack an unsuspecting student. That'll teach that person to study.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Helen Displays her Whale Garden




There is a sign at one of the Marinas I work at that says "Dogs and Cats Okay / No Emus." David thinks this is just a joke, but I think this sign was put up for a very specific reason. My guess is that the marina claimed that they allowed pets, assuming that this meant that boat owners would bring their ordinary dogs and cats. A wealthy and purposely eccentric boat owner had a pet emu, whom he loved dearly and doted over constantly. He could not leave his dear old emu at home with the 'help,' so he brought the emu with him everywhere he went, including his boat. Marinas are full of seagulls, ducks, and blue herons, so adding an emu to the ornithological mix seemed harmless. After all, he often brought his beloved bird to the pushover fine dining establishments. A restaurant owner craves notoriety for his restaurant, and the wealthy emu owner walked with the sort of absurd cockiness that only the famous or the those on the brink of fame walk with. Not to mention his tailored Italian suit, gold rings, and beautiful yet inappropriately young mistress. The emu owner became accustomed to taking his emu wherever he desired. His fellow boat owners and marina dwellers, however, were not accustomed to the emu. His obnoxious squawking and inappropriate bathroom spots were wearing down their nerves. Marinas are full of wealthy people, so the emu owner had less leverage. The Harbormasters message machine filled with angry protests from boat owners and his mail box was stuffed to the brim with letters of the same sentiment. Soon, the harbormaster enforced a new clause excluding emus from entering the marina. The emu owner took his business elsewhere, but the sign and his memory lingered on.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Miriam and Marcy Travel Home on an Armadillo



I got a book from a friend about a year ago called "Dancing with Cats." Its a photo book of people who dance with their cats. The pictures show men and women (sometimes in cat costumes) in the midsts of leaping and twirling while their cats mimic their every move. I think the pictures look very realistic, although all of my friends tell me they are photo shopped. So now the issue of people dancing with their cats is up there with weather or not Big Foot or the Loch Ness Monster are real. (My Opinion: Big Foot-Very likely, Loch Ness Monster - No). Since getting this book, I have attempted to dance with my cats but all of three of them seem either uninterested or frightened. My failed attempts do not persuade me to disbelieve the dancing cats. Despite photoshops existence and its occasional use to manipulate and deceive, I think these cat dancers are sincere. More because I like the idea rather than having any hard proof or gut feelings. Usually I like living in this time of advanced technology, but I do think it is sad we can no longer believe photographs. In other ways it is good, because even in the pre-photoshop days, photographs didn't always tell a true story.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Melinda Sunbathes on the Smooth Back of a Whale

Here is another painting to go with my Bizarre Maritime Themed Paintings. My plan is to make 100 but I haven't done one in quite a while. I'll be 75 before I'm finished with all 100!




Yesterday while at a marina on Lake Union, I saw some geese families. There were two families, one with tiny goslings that i could fit in my hand. The other with oslings that were right before that awkward phase where they really start looking like dinosaurs. Looking at baby geese in their awkward phase is really the best evidence for dinosaurs evolving into birds. I clicked at the geese and the family with the older goslings came floating over to me. It was very exciting because they were right next to me. I could have reached out and touched one and almost did. Just as my hand was hovering above the goslings back I pulled back. I thought the mother might get mad and not trust me anymore and I didn't want to get sunscreen on its back. One thing the parent geese do when they want to intimidate is hiss and wiggle their head. I understand the hissing, but I the effectiveness of head wiggling isn't as clear.