Ants are interesting like art is interesting

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I woke this morning with "the headache" as my great great grandmother once called this in her journal. Along with it was a fading memory of a dream which left me with the word MONOLITH. Need I tell you that this led me on a quest to find on Google where this word would lead me?

To TED eventually where I watched Karen Armstrong talk about compassion and the "Golden Rule." After that I checked the list of books recommended to read for 2014 in preparation of the  conference. I am thinking about what I am painting and about monolithic meanings. The phone rings and I answer it and then take off my glasses. I put the phone away and glanced back at the screen and clicked on this book you see to the left. I thought it was talking about ART not ants. The interesting thing about it is that it applies in principal to what I am contemplating regarding 

networking with other artists and motivation of our community to support a project I have wanted to do for years. You know that I taught little children "art" for a few years trying to make a difference. My idea was to expose them to experiencing many different mediums, for instance, pastels and watercolor, and paper folding and paper-making, and architecture and drama, and music, etc. What I wanted to do and still want to do is to have a kinetic sculpture parade. Ambitious, I know it is. But, with many people working together, like ants do, we could do this. Science and art is always in my mind. I wouldn't care if a child pulled a wooden toy with wheels on it that he/she receieved for a present as long as it moves and they pull it. It would be great for the adults to mentor a child and put this together for an event planned a year in advance.

I have no idea how I got to this point with a headache but I am certainly pleased that I did. I bought the book by the way for Kindle which I will be reading on this snowy day and thinking how to use this information to make humans act like ants to get something wonderful done.

You Would Be Distracted

If

you

were

here

Choose

There is a season

 

 

 

 

 

for everything to be examined, in the willingness to focus the time, to look closely at the details, while searching for an appreciation and understanding of what is there. Once in a while one finds it, the beauty, I mean.

 Glimpses of something that you see every day suddenly become much more than what they be. Petals fallen, pollen dusting the shelf from another flower, a tangerine you scraped for its flavor enhancement of the biscotti you make for someone you love, these are noticed and recorded in the winter season before the snow melts and the crocus appear. This celebration of what it means to be here is the experience of my life, my path. I have one crack at it, life, I mean.  In the end I want to be content with the choices I make. When I am old memories are what will sustain me and dreams will entertain my waking moments of contemplation in the circles my brain makes. There is a time. . .

 

JuJu B's

One way or another

 Estonian lace and JuJu Loops is high on my list of complete and unending choice while considering that very fine lace yarn I buy from Frieia Fine Handpaints and Twisted Fiberart Yarn, you know if you know, exactly what I mean. The color grabs me as if I were the arrow heading straight and to the center of the color target that is before my blue eyes
 I knit when I am snowed inside, it seems for months, most years. This year I walk on a treadmill while I think about knitting and color and which way I will follow. I see out my window a huge picnic table and pine trees covered white with more mountains in the vista also covered in confectioner sugar dreaming of the day to come when I knit out there, too.

Nupps, now that is an interesting word. I know what it means and I know how to do it. I love the effect it gives in pattern, I love it in white, always;  I wonder how will one of these look in sky blue turning to violet yarn.

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I tend to buy Santa Fe clothing and jewelry which is excruciatingly out of place where I live which is odd when one wants to be a pair of eyeballs floating in space. If I were riding the subway or whatever I would listen to books with earphones never to knit.  Invisible yet I scream out into the universe, obviously, a contradiction. So what?

I am very interested in other individuals. I watch a lot of TED. If you do not know what that is just Google it. This is my answer for everything. TED. (not Google)

I am absolutely perplexed about everything. I can tell you that I just do not get it; not anything, anymore. Renaissance is a word I do not think can apply, either. We are so past that idea. It is the most interesting era I have ever known. What is really funny about that is how I know what I know. Which is another story. . .

I walk a line, a very thin line, it is on no path to anyplace. It keeps me walking and thinking and that is why I knit Nupps.

Oh yes, I fold things, too, and for the very same reasons. 

. bX-rjv2lc so what does this mean?

Walking a line

 

Yes I am

 

In the details

 

 

Is it not always

the details

 

 

 

 

 

you notice

below the consciousness of the moment

 

 

where you pause

who might be beside you

those moments you might miss

if you casually ignore the opportunity

 

 creating with reverence, a new book I am contemplating

with complete attention

on another snowy day

Taking Chances. . .

 

Meeting New People

Going Out Into The World

Showing Work

 

I read a blog about a woman who never ever sells her work, as a matter of fact, I believe it was an article in a magazine about how she works, but only for herself. I think about this quite a bit. It makes sense to my inner "artist" self. I really really hate to go out. I really really love to meet other people and especially anyone who really loves to work.

For the past year I have to be isolated a lot. It is an issue with my health, but. . .is it really? It has become a thing.

So this is the question, is it living if you are not living?

So I am taking a big chance and going out to meet (in person) some other people in the arts  It is worth it.

 

 

 

Little Stories

 

Picture what can be done without water for a couple of weeks,

while the internet connection is down for a couple of weeks, and the

snow falling, with the temperature, as it goes below zero.

 

 

You can write to your State Governor for help. That works. . . eventually.

 

 

 

make things. . .that works.

 

 

 

Reflect on your friends and family

look for beauty in your life

then I count my blessings.

You are on my list.

 

When I look down. . .

I SEE UP

 

 

The Birds I know and like so much

flew south

 

My Cat named Ever

is

ever by my side

this winter

 

I have been

reading

and writing

for me.

I

am

still. . .

here

thinking of you

Folding

into

a

very small

thing

in fin I . . .