Sunday, December 31, 2006

Red Cockcaded Woodpecker tree

I have three words for the amazing thing yesterday:

red cockcaded woodpecker

satiated bird longing

great year end
...there are things we want to say
-but saying them is pretty nervy-What reason have I for getting the notion that I want to say something and must say it. -

Of course, marks on paper are free- free speech- press- pictures all go together I suppose- but I was just feeling rather downcast about it- and it is so nice to feel I said something to you and to Stieglitz. I wonder what I said- I wonder if any of you got what I tried to say-

... it makes me want to keep on- and I had almost decided it was a fool's game.

-Georgia O'Keeffe writing to her friend Anita on Stieglitz's reaction to her work

Friday, December 29, 2006

Birded all day, and went into the depths of Florida. The most disturbing after-image of the trip is the sprawling, overbearing, and just plain massive amounts of development. It is like a giant mouth swallowing up the last wild places. Even in those remote areas you can see the huge amounts of change brought on by people. The non-native species have moved in and in many cases have totally overtaken the indigenous plants and animals. The guide on this journey often spoke bitterly of a population that lives here only in winter but demands to take over the place all year round. They go to their regular homes as soon as spring hits and leave their borrowed real estate empty for most of the year. I ask at what price? So that more species can go extinct? If you are going to live in this land of unbearable traffic and choking development, then have the guts to stick it out in the very hot summer. He mentioned that 11 Florida panthers died from car fatalities this year because of the roads that now dissect their habitat. They will certainly disappear within the next couple of years. He expressed his bitter sadness at the giants of housing that hold the cards and manage to get high rise condos built in mangrove swamps despite the ban on disturbing the mangrove habitat. Florida is on a fast-track to ecological ruin unless we stop it; where the wildness that attracted so many here in the first place will soon fall to yet another strip mall. So I looked at it, studied it, marveled at the true saw-grass Everglades, watched the butterflies, smelled the marsh-mellow scented plants, and walked through small pockets of old cypress stands. At least I had a moment, but I wish I was here 5, 10, or even 15 years ago. He said things were so much different then.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

So I am out and about! The weather down here is a beautiful 80 degrees and sunny. I managed to see the rarest bird I have ever seen today: Whooping Cranes.

They were glorious, tall and white with a startling red cap. I took photos of them but I will have to share them later. They were shy, so I only could get distance shots. to sleep

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Immature Ring-billed gull

Soon I will also be flying
The cat was euthanized because he was sick. I feel rather badly about this and wonder if I should have kept him. I could have taken him to a real vetrinarian. I can't help but be softhearted about this in my quinessential female way. I hate that, being so sentimental. I should be harder, well he was sick, well he would die anyway...etc etc etc. I just think it sucks to be born and die right away before he even got a chance to live. (see, horribly sentimental) It also sucks because I would have spent the money that the shelter was reluctant to pay in order to make him well (if it was possible).

In effort to not be fixated on this unhappy ending, I will tell you all that I have a new camera! This is a fortunate thing for my huge fan base. They will be treated to some wonderful photos, and you can make a bet that birds will be a BIG subject. It is a Canon SLR Rebel XTi. I have been using a borrowed Canon Rebel (older model). I need to figure out all of its features as they are not quite the same as the old Rebel. I have also been doing my homework on photography and went to see a very nice show today.

So stay tuned my blogites...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

I found this little kitten today on my way home from walking my dogs. He was in the road and I got out of my car and picked him up. I took him to the local SPCA so that he can get medical attention, I wish I could have kept him. I did have a full house today, now I have a slight reprieve and off again in a bit to another party. Oh wait, no one gives a damn. I am afraid my blog experiment has failed- or has it... I wanted to study the degree of anonymity within blogging. If I told no one I knew of this blog, would it get found and read? Do people see it, or is it a true dead space? A page lost among millions of pages, where you can reveal everything and in a sense nothing. Art without an audience. So I could tell you everything and it would be a catalyst for only more emptiness. Bah Humbug... off to put a pretty face on it, smiles and all I want is to curl up on the couch with that little lost cat and give him some comfort. No, the reality is that he is sitting in a metal cage sick and surrounded by other cats in some dark room.

Have a good holiday anyway...

Saturday, December 23, 2006

For a good laugh about the upcoming holiday, check out Crumpet the Christmas Elf reprise at:

A hilarious story by David Sedaris.

Friday, December 22, 2006

A question of myth

The big debate among some 3rd grade students, was how Santa Claus could possibly visit so many houses. The general gist of this conversation was that a single person would be unable to accomplish such a task. It was suggested that Santa was magic and therefore able to move faster then the speed of light. This magic also obviously would apply to the reindeer as well. Another student believed that Santa had clones, which would allow for his different but similar look in different countries. One student commented that Santa had once lived in the South Pole but his dwelling had been discovered and he was forced to move to North Pole.

See what fun 20 sugared up 9 year olds can prove to be?

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Maybe it was an abstract idea that you've got to find a symbol for, or maybe it was a concrete form that you have to simplify or distort to meet your ends, but that starting point must pervade to whole. Then you must discover the pervading direction, the pervading rhythm, the dominant, recurring forms, the dominant color, but always the thing must be top in your thoughts. Everything must lead up to it, clothe it, feed it, balance it, tenderly fold it, till it reveals itself in all the beauty of its idea.

-Emily Carr


Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Art appears in many forms. To some degree every human being is an artist, dependent on the quality of his growth. Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from the twig. None of these forget the present in looking backward or forward. They are occupied wholly with the fulfillment of their own existence. The branch does not boast of the relation it bears to its great ancestor the trunk, and does not claim attention to itself for this honor, nor does it call your attention to the magnificent red apple it is about to bear. Because it is engaged in the full play of its own existence, because it is full in its own growth, its fruit is inevitable.

-Robert Henri The Art Spirit

Monday, December 18, 2006

"The materia prima is exquisitely, brilliantly beautiful to the person who can understand it for what it is. In the midst of its rotting pile, it shines at the "true philosopher" with secret light. The idea that everything begins in squalor and refuse is an old one. Yeats said ..."in the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart." ...Visual art is the same, and that is one of its strengths. Artists cannot begin antiseptic abstraction, like philosophers with their notepads, or theoretical physicists at their blackboards. They have to begin in media it is the artist's task to discern somehow what is worth saving, and what can be transformed, and finally to crawl out of the morass."

--What Painting Is James Elkins

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

-The Doors

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

-Marianne Williamson

Friday, December 15, 2006

I am slowly entering the world of the living again. The Dr. visit helped; he described that there could be a fix for my issues (I am sparing you the details here). That and sleeping for many, many hours. The cat feels better as well. She was up running around and begging for food. I did miss work again today and now I am just laying on the couch pondering all of the work I should be doing. Watching stupid movies. There is hope people, that I will be better soon and able to resume my life on its reckless course.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

I have not left my bed for any extent of time today. The cat and I are ill, she curls herself next to my stomach. The heat of her body soothes my pain a bit and we lay in a wasted day. My head is throbbing and my eyes feel like they are going to roll out onto the bed. This early morning I considered the hospital but that would take an effort I just do not have. I am not sure if I will get to work tomorrow. So now I will lay back into my feverish dreams and hope I find my next painting in them. This has taken all of my strength to write, if I close my eyes for a while I can escape...

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Monday, December 11, 2006

And we'll dance through our isolation
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow
Turning thoughts to the here and ever after
Consuming fears in our fiery halos

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
I've heard that innocence
Has led us all astray

But don't let them make you and break you
The world is filled with their broken empty Dreams
Silence is their only virtue
Locked away inside their silent screams

But for now
Let us dance away
This starry night
Filled with the glow of fiery stars
And with the dawn
Our sun will rise
Bringing a symphony of bird cries

Don't bring me down now
Let me stay here for awhile
You know life's too short
Let me bathe here in your smile

-Dead Can Dance

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they're given wings.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Monumental Moth

Anyone seen my heart? Seems I have lost it completely.

Found my work though, they came through like rain and in the rush of it a painting was born.

Friday, December 08, 2006

I can't seem to work. I have been a bit burned out from my shows and the rush to them. I have been having a difficult time finding an idea that compels me enough to push it into being. I am wavering and I hate that.

So I shopped for Christmas presents. I dislike shopping generally and it is a chore to go to the mall among the huge rush of people. I always think that I will be more prepared next year and get my gifts way ahead of time. Bah Humbug on this pseudo-religious capitalistic holiday.

In happier news, I had a good laugh at the incredibly energetic red squirrel at the feeder. He was running around and chasing the birds away. He is a plucky little guy, I have seen him terrify a much larger gray squirrel.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Monday, December 04, 2006

I am in love with you earth
the tongue of your wet
leaves lick my legs
your gaze of sun
warm upon my face
I collide with damp ground
the scent of humus
the sharp biting kisses of stones
I surrender my cares
and watch your breath
of flowers blow

--by the Corbyhawk

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Sunday, December 03, 2006

Saturday, December 02, 2006

the fix seems to be to use Mozilla as my browser as opposed to Internet Explorer, hence the picture, happy day.

ok, so I still cannot upload my pictures. This has made me a bit frustrated as I cannot go back to the pre-beta blogger. I was a bit of an adventurer and decided to go with it and accept change. Now I am forced to be overly chatty and as a generally visual person I feel a bit crippled.

Since I will be busy in the next few weeks as I usually am, I decided to go get a bit of shopping done for the upcoming capitalisim at its best holiday, otherwise known as Christmas. Now I have a better understanding of why I should not be reluctant to pay shipping for online orders. The sea of humanity at the local mall was enough to make me order online forever. Bah humbug. Of course I barely managed to grab a few gifts and I better go get ordering so I do not have to brave the mall again.

Friday, December 01, 2006

I can't seem to post my pictures tonight, oh well...

About the Gunnison Sage Grouse and how they are fighting to get it listed as an endangered species and therefore protected. This seems to not be happening lately as the current political climate favors drilling, destruction, and pipe dreams in terms of global warming.
The whole place is full of subjects. By that I mean that things speak all over the place. You have to go and look here and there as you go. It's no good putting down a stroke till something speaks; then get busy. Form is fine, and colour and design and subject matter but that which does not speak to the heart is worthless. It is the intensity of feeling you have about the thing that counts.

-Emily Carr -Hundreds and Thousands

...When I was showing my paintings recently, I noticed how easily my viewers could look at what I was painting and have this incredible sense of my inner workings at the time. It was borderline creepy, how transparent I was to them. As if the paint itself had some kind of reflective capability into my very soul. It has since made me reluctant to paint at all. How can I want the world to know this imperfect soul in all of its idiotic lusts? I will have to be more careful and less willing to paint out my secrets or more brazen and paint them all for the world to see.