tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70446814701334485562024-02-06T18:42:49.186-08:00Little Yellow House Creations with Linda Aspenson BergstromAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-22834197512351261572015-02-03T10:43:00.001-08:002015-02-03T10:43:42.102-08:00Little Yellow House Creations with Linda Aspenson Bergstrom: Flowers of My Memories<a href="http://lindaboriginals.blogspot.com/2015/02/flowers-of-my-memories.html?spref=bl">Little Yellow House Creations with Linda Aspenson Bergstrom: Flowers of My Memories</a>: I woke this morning with a memory stuck in my head. Not unusual. Maybe my brain is it's 'clearest' then. I remembered wal...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-8505973798593623842015-02-03T10:42:00.001-08:002015-02-03T10:42:22.167-08:00Flowers of My Memories<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I woke this morning with a memory stuck in my head. Not unusual. Maybe my brain is it's 'clearest' then. </span><div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I remembered walks. Walks with my Grandmother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I was young, I'm sure just a knee high kids when these walks started, but they went on well into my teen years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Spending time with Gramma, I was never too old. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> On warm spring and summer days, we would walk down the long driveway, and many times down the dirt road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Picking wild flowers, from Black Eyed Susan's that grew wild along the Wisconsin roadside to Queen Ann's Lace and Daisy's. Just to name a few! Everything seemed to be a flower with Gramma. And...the me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We'd walk down the roads and she would tell me about her child hood, and her teaching days, and her life as a farmers wife. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> She loved the farm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I loved the farm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would get on my blue 'Huffy' and ride that bike to her house, a seven mile ride, and a pleasant one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Except for one small stretch. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> There was a dog. That dog, I knew, would be on my 'fender' or worse, the minute he spotted me, and oh that dog could run. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> About a quarter mile before that house, on a gravel rode, top that off with a sharp corner and up hill, this was no small feat, but that was when I gripped those handle bars until my knuckles turned white, gritted my teeth and peddled that one speed bike like no girl has ever peddled before. (I'm sure of that, I am.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was terrified of that (probably really nice) 'evil killer' dog. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I would peddle until my legs hurt, get close to that house and, there he came, barking and ready, (I was sure) to take my legs off. I was going at the speed of, well, about as fast as a 'Huffy' one speed, can go. I usually managed to keep him just at my heel, and when I rounded that sharp corner on the usually loose gravel I'd say a quick prayer: 'God please don't let me 'wipe out' on this corner'. (He must have been listening. )</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I rounded the corner, and I stood and peddled harder. I had to make it up that hill and get away from the Killer Dog. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I always did, and at the top is where Killer turned around and went home. His work done apparently! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The rest of the ride was very pleasant. Long hills to coast down, beautiful scenery of the hilly Wisconsin Country side, the Drift-less Region. Blessed to have lived there I am. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I would arrive at my Grandparents, a quick left turn into their long drive way, and I'd coast until I got to the house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> A quick swing on the long rope like branches of the biggest Willow tree I've seen to date, and into the house for a warm hug, a huge smile and a glass of lemon aid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> If it was the right time of the year, there would be fresh strawberries, to eat, and to pick. I always enjoyed picked berries with my grandfather. He had a 'pick yourself' patch and it attracted many. He had us kids pick as well, to sell to those who didn't want to crouch in the dirt, have the occasional toad jump out at them, and were sometimes just too elderly to do it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My Grandpa: 'Linda, ya eat more than ya pick?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Why do you think that Grampa?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> " Mirror''. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always just 'mirror'. And yes, my face was covered in red strawberry 'juice' and yes, I did eat more than I picked. Resist a fist size juicy berry? Not a chance. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He didn't care. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Strawberries, milk and sugar would be our reward later, as if we hadn't already eaten our fill! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then those walks. Chicory was one of my Gramma's favorites. She would always tell me stories of her walking to school to teach and how she would pick a 'bouquet' every day, her one room school always had a vase of fresh flowers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The daisy's and the Queen Ann's Lace held a special magic. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was sure my Grandmother was the only one who knew this magical 'secret'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little food coloring in the water in an old mason jar, and the flowers would suck up the water, turning the color she had added. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is such a small thing, but such a large, impacting memory. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Queen Ann's Lace and Chicory don't grow on the roadsides in Barron County where I reside on my one acre of the earth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am fixing that problem however, the Chicory seeds arrived, and the Queen Ann's lace are on the way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Black Eye's Susan seeds or plants, are always stocked at the local nurseries, though they do grow wild here. They were my father's favorite. A few years ago I planted some in his little flower garden, hoping for a great result the next summer. He gazed at them with a thoughtful look on his face. Always wondered what was going through his mind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> He never made it to that next summer. On this day, a few years ago, the day before his birthday, he passed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> He left to go be with my Mom in the Heaven's. I often wonder if the flowers still bloom in his garden. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I often thing of the walks on the dusty roads with Gramma and the time in the strawberry fields with Grampa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My mom loved the Queen Ann's Lace, though wild violets were of her favorites. I had planted those too, before her passing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I think I should order some violet seeds today. It may only be February, but spring will come soon enough (well not really soon ENOUGH) and my garden will host the Flowers Of My Memories. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Save a place for ya'll. I 'll see you again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <b> A CUTE LITTLE CARE FREE TERRARIUM IN A BOTTLE! </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> This is one of my favorite home made/hand made gifts to give. (I know, I make jewelry, you think I'd be giving that, or a painting, but no. Those are 'personal taste' items. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suppose this is as well, but it adds a little 'life' to the recipients surroundings, and they are almost completely care free. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> (and no bugs) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Very easy to make, but a quick how to never hurts, right? </span></div>
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You will need glue, or Mod Podge. A glue stick works as well.. I use a sponge 'brush' to apply it. (For what? We'll get there) </div>
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I also like to add ribbon, string, hemp, lace, there are basically no limits. Let the creative juices flow!! Often, if the Bottle Plant is going to be a gift for a special occasion, I will choose a charm, flowers, something fitting to hand around the neck of the bottle. See what's in your 'junk' drawer! </div>
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I reuse items as often as possible, or use magazine cutouts, great photo's or scrap booking supplies. Seed packages are great too! Think 'recycle/reuse'. Below is my choice for this project: </div>
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I have chosen an old seed package (so pretty) some silk ribbon and silk flowers. </div>
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The seed package is going on my bottle as 'the label'. (I do not always put a 'label' on, again it depends on the 'occasion'. However on a wine bottle, it just makes it a bit more fun! </div>
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When you put your plant in the bottle, you will obviously want water. I cover about an inch of the bottom so that the water and the roots do not show. (Small Ivy works best, and you do not need to pre-root. It will be just fine if you clip a stem and put it in. It takes care of itself! </div>
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Cut a stem (size is our choice) Or several from an ivy plant or a vine of your choice. (smaller leaves work the best) </div>
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Then you simply drop it into the bottle and add water, as I said, about an inch or less will be enough. <br />
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Below is my vine in the bottle (a couple different varieties looks really neat!) I then put the cork back in the top. This holds in the oxygen, and the water does not evaporate as I said earlier. Very little care needed! </div>
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About two or three times a year you may want to take the plants out and trim them back, and trim the roots. </div>
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How to get them out?<br />Simply turn to bottle upside down, the water will help push the vine out, and if you can get it, just get a tweezers and gently yank that baby out!!! </div>
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This Apothecary bottle (BEST find EVER) is just one I've done for wedding table decorations. </div>
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I make 'memory' bottles as well. The contents is the choice of the person I'm making it for, but I'll show you one I have done in memory of my Mom. We shared a great love of Lake Superior and Light Houses. So....................</div>
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I couldn't fit a light house in the bottle, but I put in small pieces of driftwood and some lake stones and sea glass. I made it look 'watery' by adding Diamond Glaze. </div>
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I finished the top off with Hemp wound around the neck (glue around the neck first) and then randomly hung a strand of pearls that were my Moms. Great memories of a wonderful woman.</div>
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If you go back up about four photos you see the lighthouse stamps I put around this bottle. </div>
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This one is my personal favorite, I love all the vintage and the dangles and the sparkles, and KEYS</div>
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Soon to be available on my website or my favorite store that carries my jewelry, 20 Mile Organic in Barronette WI. </div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-46521164000919698782015-01-31T17:48:00.000-08:002015-01-31T17:48:09.534-08:00Seeing Beyond the Photo. A photographer's story.I am creative. I paint, write, make jewelry, sculpt, write recipes, and photograph. Sort of just scratching the surface here!<br />
I have a 'Photo Image Opinion'. (I made that up, like?) I do though, really.<br />
This opinion is that, yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it goes beyond that.<br />
First lets look at some images I took today that represent outdoor activity in Northern Wisconsin, and, beauty in the eye of most beholders!<br />
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So here we have it. A day on the ice known as Beaver Dam Lake, which surrounds our little town and makes us an island, in a way. We are known as The Island City.<br />
Snowshoeing, snowmobiling with a covered sled behind (FUN), frozen guy on the lake, and ice fishing. Go 'Pack' Go! Oh, about this time I would be repainted that ice shack!<br />
So these are the normal daily/weekend activities in the North Country in Winter, when the ice thaws, it's boats, boards and the like.<br />
However, that is not what this is about.<br />
It's about seeing beyond the 'scenery', the common, the pretty little photo.<br />
I went Behind The Scenes. I found MY Kinda OF Spectacular. These images, taken on the backstreets of our little town, the backs of the very old but beautiful (at least in front) buildings. And, other structures. I find beauty here. I find beauty in reflections and the old door in a window, and a broken window. Yes, I enhanced the images. Yes, it added to them. But my point it, do we look deep? Do we look beyond the commonly pleasant and the norm? Do we dig deep to find beauty where no man has found it before. (Make that woman)<br />
The first photo is Main Street Cumberland USA.<br />
Yes, enhanced, but it made it so peaceful and calming. Love how the truly red bench and the (not so real) flowers POPPED in red.<br />
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We have our own little 'power supply'. I think, possibly one of the few in the State. Will have to check with BIL on that one, Yes, I enhanced again, but I see beauty, not just iron and wires. I see shapes and forms and figures, and interest.<br />
Look. Close. Take.Your.Time. Feel.It.<br />
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These make me think 'Big City'. I find them beautiful. Yes, I am unusual. I except that.<br />
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Yes, I am creative and I go with the flow of my right brain. I see beauty in puddles that reflect light , and dying leaves in the fall. I see beauty in spring, summer, night and day. I see beauty in color, and in black and white or brown and eggshell. It doesn't matter to me. </div>
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But my reason for this blog? Just a nudge in the direction of 'Looking Beyond' the 'Landmarks', the hills valleys and mountains. Beyond the sunset and the sunrise.</div>
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Find Beauty In Every Little Thing</div>
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Find Beauty In Non Spectacular. </div>
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Life can be non spectacular, so I think we should live it and make that 'non spectacular: AMAZING. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-31472667298673931352015-01-12T19:34:00.004-08:002015-01-12T19:34:52.637-08:00Putting this in 'the trash' I'll be starting a new blog, new page. Details to come. thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-37563350577185479762014-07-31T21:40:00.000-07:002014-07-31T21:40:40.463-07:00THE RAPMAT ART PROJECT, So Far<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;">The RAPMAT ART PROJECT (Really awesome people making art together) is coming together amazingly well. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;"> I had few doubts that it would when I decided to reopen this chapter in my life. I had few doubts that those who participate would enjoy it, and find that inner artist if it hadn't already been discovered. I went into this, like I often do, with few reservations, and few worries.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;"> I also went into it a little 'rusty' and unorganized. That caused a few problems of 'what color here', little things like that. No real big problems, other than the fact that the one who messed her pieces up the most and used the wrong colors was..........me. Ya, I did. I admit it. I can fix it. I will, eventually.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;"> At this point, July 31, 2014, I have the pieces temporarily hanging on my wall, in the order they 'come together'. I have to admit, I anxiously await the mail each day to see what surprises I will find. Those pieces that have come back have been, over the top, totally beautiful and amazing! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;"> Amazing. Aren't they? So what is this thing called RAPMAT ART PROJECT? Simply put, I did a drawing, I cut it up into 48 3x3 inch squares. I then asked for volunteers to paint/color/ what ever, these pieces. The response was amazing, and I actually had to 'close' the call for participants. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"> This is the next project. Tulips. Very colorful and fun. Going in the mail soon! My husband calls these 'puzzles'. Well, didn't really like that at first, but in it's own way, it is a bit of a puzzle, and what puzzles most people is what the heck I am doing and how will this work with people all over the US painting pieces and not seeing anyone else's. </span><br />
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More amazing pieces that are on there way or have come in:<br />
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I apologize for not having everyone's name on their photo's. (and not everyone's are here, so sorry) It's been a long day, so I'll plead for your forgiveness on this one and next time....I'll shout your name from the roof top.<br />
So if you are a participant, you have seen the results of these coming together as one. If not...I could show you. And, I will.<br />
You've seen the original drawing, as I have it here again. Then it got cut, and pieces mailed. A couple weeks into the project, I had what you see in the second photo. Yes, I had a few pieces in the wrong places, and mine still isn't done! Doesn't look like much yet right?<br />
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Then more pieces arrived. I was floored as I opened each envelope and saw the pieces. Amazing work. Beautiful without exception. I was thrilled. What I have to date is the photo below. Didn't manage to photograph the entire piece, what's up with that, not sure. However I did manage to get the most 'filled' areas in the photo. HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THIS?<br />
Are you totally shocked that it IS A PICTURE? AMAZING isn't it? BEAUTIFUL beyond words!!!! I just go 'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'.<br />
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I have to admit, I spend a lot of time just looking at it. To this day, after many many of these done, I am still amazed that it works, and that it came out of MY brain. Normally that would be called disaster. I mean, c'mon, at least I can admit it right? Some of my idea's are far less than 'normal'. However from the first one, over 20 years ago, I have never seen one that didn't 'work'.<br />
It's so neat. People from Washington, Maine, California, Wisconsin, Florida, Iowa, people from all over the US are doing this. Some, yes, some are done 'live'. RAPMAT ART PARTY'S. Those are sometimes wedding showers, bachelorette parties, even baby showers. (or just for fun, who needs a reason to create, and maybe have a little glass of wine!) Then the 'bride to be' or the 'mom to be' goes home with the piece after a fun night of creating with friends. (There is a very secret one getting started soon, but more on that another day, as, it is a secret!)<br />
So yes, RAPMAT ART PROJECT is less than normal, but so stinkin' much fun. No color guide showing colors to use was given. Only R, R/O, Y, B, which is red, red/orange, yellow, black, and of course the green areas had a G. (so technical eh?) (Next one is a little more.............thought out!)<br />
So I wait anxiously for the pieces to come in as this is just so exciting for me. And..I hope for those participating and following the project.<br />
The thing is, the thing that I love about this, is that no one is looking at others art pieces (until I post pictures, which I don't believe has made and 'creative differences' in what people do. ) It just works. It works across borders and miles, across the country. It works because of a dedication to a project that will be donated to a hospital, in this case.<br />
Many are donated for a particular reason, in memory of someone. In honor of someone. Because that particular 'place' made a huge impact on someone's life. OR, other's have been put in schools to encourage art, and some have been done at schools with kids who really didn't want to do art.<br />
They did.<br />
It turned out amazing.<br />
The felt amazing, as it was something they could get immediate gratification from. The result of a beautiful piece had their name on it, and it unites people. Brings them together for a common reason. I did one, years ago, in a 'professional setting'. People of all levels from gals who answered phones, to people who made top decisions came together and did something together. Most never having contact with the others, or a quick 'hello' in a hallway.<br />
It unites people.<br />
We are all normal (well, with the exception of you know who!!!) Normal, everyday people, from all walks of life, I know very little about income levels, if they shop at Walmart, or Macy's, or someplace I don't know of as...I'm a Walmart girl!<br />
This takes those things and sets them aside and....it brings people together. Even if it's for a brief moment, people of all walks of life are united. United in art.<br />
Art heals.<br />
Art inspires.<br />
Art speaks.<br />
Art is IMPORTANT.<br />
Art is life, and for many, life is art.<br />
Art bonds us. Beauty bonds us.<br />
I am looking forward to this one coming together as one piece, finished and framed. More on the 'donation' later.<br />
I am looking forward to the next pieces getting started and I'm already anxious to see THOSE end results. It never bores me, it never stops amazing me.<br />
I am just so thrilled I have found people willing to give of their time, and talent, to come together for the simple reason of creating a piece of art.<br />
I thank every single person for that!!! (Names are not mentioned as I have not asked permission to write about them, so I won't, until I have permission)<br />
Thank you for making my life so much better. This is totally a healing project for me.<br />
Going back to art was a tough one, for personal reasons. All these people have made is SIMPLY AMAZING AND I AM SO ADDICTED TO ART ONCE AGAIN.<br />
(yep, I wrote it, I tried to proof read, I already know what it says, so that doesn't work for me, and it bored me to read it..oh oh. Forgive my mistakes please)<br />
Live, Laugh, and LOVE TO CREATE! <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-53715433777163640402014-07-27T20:08:00.002-07:002014-07-27T20:08:13.843-07:00Baby Day, 23 Years Later<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">OK.....rundown: labor ALL day 23 years ago. I left work early, then called my publisher and told him to get the sub editor there as I felt to crappy to come back until after I had the baby. (due date was 4 more weeks) So.....I layed on the couch with THE WORST BACKACHE EVER....and complained. I finally went to bed at 11pm and at 11:15 pm I was like OH GEEZ I WET THE BED. NO. My water BROKE. (this </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">is why you GO to those classes, I didn't go to)<br />. I was in LABOR all that time, first baby...thought labor was in THE FRONT. oops. THE DADDY....had to take a shower, and SHAVE.......shave, really? He did. OMG...I was almost dying I was in so much pain and he.took.a.shower.and.shaved. i coulda walked to the hospital. However....they had blacktopped our parking lot and our truck was down the street (and we lived on the second story of an apartment building) So....he is all fired up, terrified, goofy, thinkin like a man....and said (omg, this still makes me laugh out loud) he didn't say that....he said............'Lin...DO NOT go down the steps'. I asked why. He said "The baby might FALL OUT". I said: (squint your eyes here and stick your head out like a chicken....) I said.............'FALL, FALL? FALL OUT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? FALL.OUT?'<br />(I was NOT laughing then) He said "OF COURSE I AM''. OMG. Then...he said....'Don't move, I'll get the truck.' He left. he came back...I'm bent over the couch trying not to rip the sucker (couch not man) in half SO MUCH PAIN) He came in the door and said "WHERE IS THE (nasty word) TRUCK?''. me: Ah....Hon, it's down the street REEEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEMBERRRRRRR<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>RRR.......RE.MEM.BBBBERRRR. ??????? So soon to be DADDY say...'Oh....ya...right. Ah, ya. Okay.". (I'm ready to pick up the couch and toss it at him) He says..."DO NOT MOVE". (I'm a beached whale and you are worried about me moving????? ) HOWEVER.....10 minutes went by and NO DADDY MAN.........so....I walked down the steps to the first floor and went outside looking for the crazed man.....so there he is....sort of just standing there. "Where have you been?"<br />Me: WaITiNG FOR YOU''.<br />HIM: 'I TOLD YOU NOT to WALK down the STAIRS'.<br />Me: It's okay, go to the top, pick up the babies (ha ha) and LETS TAKE THEM TO THE HOSPITAL''.<br />He almost fell over me racing to the top of the steps. OMG. I laughed so hard I was sure that baby would fall out.<br />He came down and gave me super dirty look and said......"Not funny".<br />???? It was TO ME!!!<br />So he helped me get my fat belly into the truck asking really strange questions I ignored and we drove the LONGEST 2 miles on earth to the hospital..........were I gave birth to a smashingly beautiful baby girl at 3 a.m. AND NOT without some very interesting and hilarious incidents. But some things are better left 'unshared'</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-15644646590696417292014-07-27T20:06:00.003-07:002014-07-27T20:06:35.453-07:00Looking back on July 23 Years Ago. A Baby Is Born.<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">OK.....rundown: labor ALL day 23 years ago. I left work early, then called my publisher and told him to get the sub editor there as I felt to crappy to come back until after I had the baby. (due date was 4 more weeks) So.....I </span><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; line-height: 20px;">laid </span><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"> on the couch with THE WORST BACKACHE EVER....and complained. I finally went to bed at 11pm and at 11:15 pm I was like OH GEEZ I WET THE BED. NO. My water BROKE. (this </span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">is why you GO to those classes, I didn't go to)<br />. I was in LABOR all that time, first baby...thought labor was in THE FRONT. oops. THE DADDY....had to take a shower, and SHAVE.......shave, really? He did. OMG...I was almost dying I was in so much pain and he.took.a.shower.and.shaved. i coulda walked to the hospital. However....they had blacktopped our parking lot and our truck was down the street (and we lived on the second story of an apartment building) So....he is all fired up, terrified, goofy, thinkin like a man....and said (omg, this still makes me laugh out loud) he didn't say that....he said............'Lin...DO NOT go down the steps'. I asked why. He said "The baby might FALL OUT". I said: (squint your eyes here and stick your head out like a chicken....) I said.............'FALL, FALL? FALL OUT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? FALL.OUT?'<br />(I was NOT laughing then) He said "OF COURSE I AM''. OMG. Then...he said....'Don't move, I'll get the truck.' He left. he came back...I'm bent over the couch trying not to rip the sucker (couch not man) in half SO MUCH PAIN) He came in the door and said "WHERE IS THE (nasty word) TRUCK?''. me: Ah....Hon, it's down the street REEEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEMBERRRRRRR<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"></span>RRR.......RE.MEM.BBBBERRRR. ??????? So soon to be DADDY say...'Oh....ya...right. Ah, ya. Okay.". (I'm ready to pick up the couch and toss it at him) He says..."DO NOT MOVE". (I'm a beached whale and you are worried about me moving????? ) HOWEVER.....10 minutes went by and NO DADDY MAN.........so....I walked down the steps to the first floor and went outside looking for the crazed man.....so there he is....sort of just standing there. "Where have you been?"<br />Me: WaITiNG FOR YOU''.<br />HIM: 'I TOLD YOU NOT to WALK down the STAIRS'.<br />Me: It's okay, go to the top, pick up the babies (ha ha) and LETS TAKE THEM TO THE HOSPITAL''.<br />He almost fell over me racing to the top of the steps. OMG. I laughed so hard I was sure that baby would fall out.<br />He came down and gave me super dirty look and said......"Not funny".<br />???? It was TO ME!!!<br />So he helped me get my fat belly into the truck asking really strange questions I ignored and we drove the LONGEST 2 miles on earth to the hospital..........were I gave birth to a smashingly beautiful baby girl at 3 a.m. AND NOT without some very interesting and hilarious incidents. But some things are better left 'unshared'</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-50243565176107235412014-07-21T12:38:00.003-07:002014-07-21T12:38:56.717-07:00RAPMAT. Be Confident. (a sermon) <div class="tG QF" style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px; position: absolute; width: 0px;">
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The temporally name RAPMAT project is under way and pieces have begun to appear on my FB page and on the mail. I'll be on my way to putting it back together so soon!!!!!<br /> However, I have a fear.<br /> My fear is that some will see others pieces and thing "NO WAY AM I DOING THIS". (admitting guilt: I've seen a few and thought that myself!!!!) TRUE story.<br />So, that, I know, is going to be a problem for some who are not practicing artists or have no art experience at all. Many who jumped in on this project are very seasoned artists. Many (most) are not. THAT.IS.THE.POINT.::::: a mix of people from all over the country, people who don't even know each other, coming together in all levels of talent to make ONE.MARVELOUS.AWESOME.AMAZING.PIECE.OF.ART. <br />There is no right or wrong, there is no 'I'm the best artist' or 'I'm not an artist'.<br />Many of my artists friends would head bang you if they heard you say 'I am not an artist' because: EVERYONE IS AN ARTIST. We all just have different pallets. So you are an amazing cook....you are an artist. I am the worlds crappiest cook, but I try.....and I'm not the worlds best artist but I try.<br />How you render your piece is up to you, simple or va voom....doesn't matter.<br />What matters is that you do it, that WE cross borders/state lines/PATHS and make on big awesome piece of art.<br />What matter is that YOU are jumping in with both feet (or hands) and doing it.<br />NO ONE cares if it's totally a masterpiece or you took crayons and colored it in. (I did, now I'm going...O>M>G....I need to redo. NO, NO redo's. I a sticken with my crayola pics and that's that.<br />This is not a contest, this is not about who is great at art....cuz everyone is great at art, you just have to tap in to it. True story.<br /> if you do not believe me, book a live RAPMAT and I'll prove you so so so stinkin wrong within 10 minutes......and I'm not nice about it. (kidding, I'm a sweet heart) WELL, wouldn't go THAT far....but no...I'd just say....'ah....how bout we, wait gotta put down my wine bottle....ok, why don't we just add a touch of blue here?" No..kidding about the wine bottle. I wouldn't put it down!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />so, smart mouth that I am, (incredibly smart so she thinks right?) lol. SO......get off your sorry horse and get on your super hero horse and <a class="ot-anchor aaTEdf" href="http://go.for.it/" rel="nofollow" style="-webkit-transition: color 0.218s; color: #427fed; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.218s;" target="_blank">go.for.it</a>. and don't look at others pieces, be PROUD of yours cuz this is only the beginning............and I need you all.<br /><a class="ot-anchor aaTEdf" href="http://i.need.you.all.to.do.this.and.be.proud.of.it/" rel="nofollow" style="-webkit-transition: color 0.218s; color: #427fed; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; transition: color 0.218s;" target="_blank">I.NEED.YOU.ALL.TO.DO.THIS.AND.BE.PROUD.OF.IT</a>.<br />got that?<br />Okay then, get those babies in the mail, I'm so excited, that I just can't stand it.....<br />Everyone is going to be Over the top, Out of the ballpark (went to get a beer didn't you? jk) AMAZING. So onward and upward in this project. Tap your creative soul ...............or call me. <3 </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-44802153030249950332014-07-14T22:24:00.001-07:002014-07-14T22:24:18.102-07:00Linda Aspenson Bergstrom HWY 53 N., Linda Originals, LA BASICS: The RAPMAT Art Proj...<a href="http://lindaboriginals.blogspot.com/2014/07/rapmat-art-project-july-2014-so-rapmat.html?spref=bl">Linda Aspenson Bergstrom HWY 53 N., Linda Originals, LA BASICS: The RAPMAT Art Proj...</a>: The RAPMAT Art Project ...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-87102675114921682162014-07-14T22:04:00.000-07:002014-07-14T22:04:09.729-07:00<h2>
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So the RAPMAT (Really Awesome People Making Art Together) Art Project is about the get off he ground, or more honestly, about the get off my drawing table and into the mail .......</div>
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So what's this all about? The daring, the 'threatened' (just kidding, kind of) and the adventures and willing spirits know. Maybe, not sure, so here is a little bit on RAPMAT.</div>
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It's not new...I have done it...long long ago and far far way in a life time I care not to revisit but RAGMAT WAS amazingly fun!</div>
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I do a picture, in this case a drawing of Poppies on 140 pound cold press paper. (that's another word for THICK, stiff etc) </div>
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I then color code each portion of the square as none is a complete piece on it's own, and many people are getting pieces.....I'm sending to 22 people for this project. I actually had to 'close' it and could not take any more people as they would not be enough to got around. (sad) BuT...another one is coming.......</div>
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Anyway, yes..I color code, as even if you get two or three, they will NOT go side by side...(yep, I'm mean) SO, if it says R, that means RED. R/O= red orange, B=black, G=green, Blue, you guessed it! W=white, Y= yellow. Now your are thinking, WHAT color RED (yes...there are like 4 bazillion 'reds', go check a crayon box....poor kids.....RED should be RED in crayons...until, like...college or sumthin right? </div>
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So, use YOUR fave red, might not be a 'perfect' match but just wait, you WILL be amazed at how this turns out. (HOPEFULLY) </div>
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Yes I am using crayons here. You can use anything you want other than pastels, chalk and PLEASE..no glitter...these things don't have staying power. Top pic is bad but it shows you I a blending blue into my green, as the lines that are the stems...the'll be obvious to you, are lighter (or should be..maybe) and the back ground needs to be a big darker....but this is your piece so do what ever you want.<br />
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Here I am doing a Red/Orange Poppies and am blending red marker into my yellow and red crayon coloring. (crayons are fun and they SMELL SO GOOD!!!!) I used to eat 'em. Ya, so did my daughter. Well, enough about that. OH..we were babies when we ate them) Okay, enough....about THAT. I used the crayon as it was more of an 'easy' example and one of those things the 'not so often' artist might just happen to have! (and I love em okay?) Cool thing? they blend well by using a lighter color, and they also blend and get shiny if you rub the with a tissue. I get all happy happy happy when that happens. (Yep, you guessed it, I am SO easily entertained.....that's good considerating...okay, that is NOT a word. BUT...I kinda like it...so guess what..it is now a word. True story. ha. Anyway, considerating I have to entertain myself. (IF I HAD A PUPPY....well let's not go there. So, yep I blend them. I might dab on paint, rub in some colored pencil, who knows. I might also use paint by itself, watercolor or acrylic. Oil takes to long to dry, not good for this...for me. Crawl outside the color box and get super creative here people!!! I am challenging you, you guessed right! So.....oh can I just stay ON TOPIC.......'Oh look, a Panda!" (some will get that some will not. OK......back to RAPMAT...... below:<br />
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If you take a look at the first Poppy painting I did, and what this is based on, you see the background is dark, and on the white paper you can see my stems. Best thing to do to make those stems stand out? Make those a lighter green, then go around the lines of the flowers and stems with a sharpie or some dark pen, so it POPS..... we need to have that 'back ground' darker. using black is kind of fun, I think you'll like the results. So......</div>
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We are basing it on the above painting. You can see that some of my 'stems' are completely dark while others are light. That is up to you. Don't worry about what the person is doing that has the piece that will go next to yours. YOURS, key word!!!<br />
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Below is the drawing before I cut it, and before I completely marked all my measurements. You can see, I couldn't stand it, I had to color. Yep....it was like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey....I just HAD to!!! Okay...back to business here: So, you see squiggly line..those are stems, and you can see, kind of, that your piece of a poppy may very well only be 1/3 or 1/4 of THAT poppy. Interesting yet? Wondering how this is going to work. Well...you will just Have.To.Wait.And.See. :) Love that!</div>
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So, I cut it up, all the pieces are being mailed off and.....you just go for it. Questions? PM me on FB. I rarely check me email. Or call me if you have my number. <br />
Below, just the squares before I chop chopped. And you can see how the picture is cut up so....well, it got complicated making sure every portion was color coated, but...don't worry about being completely accurate, JUST have FUN. Then send them back as I need to put this together again!! The flowers and making them more realistic. Maybe. Hopefully. Here's a step by step guide IF you need it.<br />
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Above you can see the line from the peddle, toward the other peddle.<br />
That gives you a 3D affect, as you see below. Fun to do....Oh just you wait....till the NEXT RAPMAT!!!!! Okay..................<br />
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Middle gets some dots and fun to rep a Poppy<br />
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Pencil now, to show you shading. Where there are two lines together, that would be a 'peddle wave' (help me here, with a word. geez....okay, the 'top (between to lines that are close together would have MORE light hitting it, there for a lighter color..<br />
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Have fun RAPMATTER!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
cannot WAIT TO POST THE END RESULT!!!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-49903182494540663052014-07-03T14:13:00.000-07:002014-07-03T14:13:40.407-07:00 Waiting Room Conversation (and how to have a baby) To protect the innocent (and guilty) the following took place in a land far far away, long long ago. ;) it DID, FAR FAR AWAY LONG LONG AGO, SO......<br />
So, I've had a few doctors appointments lately, well, long long ago.... nothing serious just the general, YOU ARE OVER 50 NOW, WE SHALL TORTURE YOU WITH ALL TYPES OF HUMILIATION AND PAINFUL 'POKES' WITH NEEDLES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.'<br />
Okay, so yep, I go to the doctor right? Yes, I do. I go, and they check my blood pressure and my temp, and then hand me a 'cup' with a lid and my name scrawled across the label stating is was URINE on it. (GREAT idea, someone might mistake it for apple juice and drink it right, or better yet, beer!)<br />
The 'nurse' points me in the direction of the bathroom, and off I go. I open the door, I do what you are thinking I'm going to do, then I open the stainless steal little door above the toilet and leave my apple juice twin on the paper towel.<br />
Humiliation follows when I close the door, and hear it open on the other side and think to myself " Self, you should have left a treat in there, a candy bar, a little something ......I bet they get tired of reaching in for the.....piddle. Next time.<br />
So, I'm done, hands washed, toilet flushed on 'get up' (thank God it's after you get up, cuz I swear if you were still sitting there, DOWN.YOU.GO. Sounds so 'suctiony'. Not a word, I made it up, but it works.<br />
OKAY then: I check my 'fly' (what the heck? FLY?) making sure it's up, and (it's so embarrassing to come out of there, pants gaping, pink panties showing and you don't know it an NO one is gonna tell you) (I tell people, I just say 'Zip Zip'. I get a lot of odd looks. AND no I do not know WHY I look for that. (Everyplace I go.....I'll be watching .....whoever)<br />
So back to the story at hand. I turn the knob, open the door, switch the little sign by the door to 'open', laugh a little, check my fly, and then see this sandy haired little guy in baggy shorts and a Superman shirt on staring up at me. He was probably 4 or so, But then, at my age, he could have be 14, who knows right? <br />
'Hi'. (boy)<br />
'Hi back' (me)<br />
I admire his bed head and his adorable 'grown up but miniature' sandals, on the wrong feet of course, and go take a set where I was told, so I can then be called for another test.<br />
The boy sits down beside me in this 'miniature' waiting area. He has to climb onto the chair and when his behind is in place, he's swinging his cute sandals back or forth, and kicking the leg on my chair. (Very irritating btw)<br />
Boy: 'What YU name?'<br />
Me: 'Ah, Linda'.<br />
Boy: 'Ah?' Dad says 'AH' means yu nut so sewer'. (sure, I think?)<br />
Me: 'I'm sorry, I'm totally sure, it's Linda'.<br />
Boy: "Good.''<br />
He looks me over pretty good. IN that 'who's Gramma is she' kind of way.<br />
Boy: '' You just cumb outa dat woom didn't ya' Statement not question.<br />
Me seeing he's looking at the 'leave your sample bathroom door'.<br />
'Yep'.<br />
'So now ya are goona hab a baby.'' Statement again.<br />
ME: '' HA?????"<br />
"Why yu yooking at me yike dat, YU GOONA HAB A BABY"<br />
"No, don't think so.''<br />
"Yep, yar."<br />
I looked at him, deep into his greenish blueish brownish eyes, thinking.....well....thinking a lot of things but mostly, "Where is your mom?"<br />
Boy: "She's got da baby in wif da ducktor.''<br />
Me: 'Ohhhhh, okay.''<br />
Boy: ''So yu goona hab a baby yike my mom"<br />
"Why do you think I'm going to have a baby?'<br />
Cuz when yas go inta dat woom, DA WOOM, and you get a baby put in yu tummy to gwo and make ya fat and den wun day dat baby faws owet. DATS a bad day". He's frowinig his cuteness into a pained look.<br />
Me: 'Ha?"<br />
"ya, dats how my momma getted her baby, in dat woom. Den when it wanna to faw owet, she went to anudda woom, but day dint yet me go in DAT WOOM."<br />
Shakes head and holds his hand out: 'Da noose said I be too yittle and my auntie got stuck wif me''. Said with So.Much.Disgust! "We played lego's. FOR.TWO HUNWED. HOURS.''<br />
I'm thinking.......'poor auntie'.<br />
But he is cute. Cuteness overrode the irritation and this was starting to become funny. I was glad I had just done what I did, or I think I might have in my pants!I looked down the hall with a desperate 'rescue me' silent scream.<br />
"Whut ya goona name ya baby?''<br />
"Not sure"<br />
"DAT IS A DUMB NAME YADY" Again, disgusted tone of voice.<br />
I look at him and notice the stunned look on his face. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't bust a really wall cracking laugh.<br />
"Ya know, you are correct. What did you name your baby?"<br />
'I dint. I wanna to, but my momma dint yike da name Spiderman, so she nameded da baby."<br />
'And what did she name the baby?''<br />
" Cootie Pie, and Seety Pie and OOOOOOH'' (you, reading this...the OOOOOH is said with a low, smart a$$ voice btw) OOOOOOOOOOOOOH.<br />
I sensed a little jealousy here.<br />
"Nice names and LOTS of them"<br />
"Sood be Spiderman"<br />
"So the baby is a boy?"<br />
"It was. Den i' tale falled off. Dat's why we be hair"<br />
"Tail fell OFF?"<br />
I must have looked alarmed, but in reality, I had a pretty good idea of what he meant and was again biting my tongue to stifle the laughter.<br />
"yep, falled wite off, NOW, NOW....NOW da baby is a GEWEL''<br />
He sounded SO disgusted: "Wears PINK, can ya beyeave it? PINK shoes, pink shirt pink pink pink........(trailing off to : 'stink stink stink"....in a sing songy voice)<br />
Me: "ya, pink is, just really .....pink isn't it?'<br />
Boy: 'WELL yaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Pink aint gween. Oh MAN."<br />
Geez, okay. Hoping this was the end.<br />
"So when ya goona hab ya baby?'<br />
"Not sure" (not going into THAT with this strong headed cutie pie boy)<br />
Oh crap, he had a look of horror on his face:<br />
"Well den, good yuck wif DAT, it might yust fall outa ya and hit da for, unyes the door dunt open."<br />
"The door?"<br />
He looks up at me like I'm from another very frightening planet.<br />
"YA DA DOOR,..... DUNT YA GOT INNY UDDER BABY YET?"<br />
Though this one over realizing I could end this shortly or dive into an in depth forced explanation of why I 'dunt hab a baby'.<br />
"No, no baby" (It's the truth, my kids are grown, but I didn't mention it.)<br />
"Yu in fur sum big tubble'. His eyes were slits on his face now.<br />
"Baby cwy, baby pook, baby does stinky IN it's pants, IN IT"S PANTS, and sum ob da time, ya be at da store, and P.U. BIG TIME. Dats tubble, stinky tubble'.<br />
"Yep, sure sounds like it!"<br />
Looks at me rather confused: "SOUNDS? No yady, what ya name agin? Neba mind .... No.....no sounds, STINK go to ya nose (he points to mine) nut ya flaps" he touched his ear.<br />
Flaps ha? Okay then. (first time he had uddered an clear L sound)<br />
"Oh, oh....ya right."<br />
I look down the hall for a rescue team. No one.<br />
He swing his feet back and forth, still kicking my chair.<br />
"I had a dea."<br />
"What's that?"<br />
"I gib yu da baby fum my momma, and if ya git a boy baby, ya gib it to me, but ya gotta call it Spiderman"<br />
Oh boy. I can't think of a response and consider bolting out of this place.<br />
Then, a voice: "Teddy" (not his real name, actually I think his real name is Superman) (or the same name as the donkey on Shrek)<br />
"Teddddyyyyyyyyyyyyy, WHERE ARE YOU?"<br />
(DO.NOT.LEAVE.HIM.WITH.ME)<br />
I look at the potential 'Teddy' "That you?"<br />
"Yep".<br />
"Someone wants you, is that your mom?"<br />
"Yep''.<br />
"You better go"<br />
"Nope''<br />
"I think so, she might be worried'.<br />
"Nut goin' till I fine out if da baby get its tail back".<br />
A young woman rounds the corner.She has a baby in a carrier. (PINK)<br />
"Oh, no, no. Teddy, what are you doing?" She turns to me:<br />
"Did he tell you the tail fell off?"<br />
"Yep" I smiled.<br />
Her face turned so read I thought she might pass out.<br />
"Don't worry, I had kids this age once." I try to make her feel less stupid than I KNOW she feels.<br />
I turn and look at the boy.<br />
"Well, Teddy, it was nice talking with you"<br />
" WEELY?"<br />
(well, no, but....) "YES, for sure!"<br />
He hops off his chair and turns and looks me straight in the eye:<br />
"DUNT FOGIT DA DEYAL"<br />
"Spiderman for Sweety Pie?"<br />
"YAAAAAAAAAAA, an dunt TELL my momma, shhhhhhhhhh" his finger is over his mouth.<br />
His mom looks confused.<br />
"Don't worry, it's all good. Nice kid!"<br />
She looked from me to him to Sweetie Pie, grabbed Teddy's had and let out a sigh and I heard her say as she walked out of sight "Did you try to give Katy away AGAIN?"<br />
'' Neba. No neba. Is da tail fixeded?"<br />
That was the last I saw of them.<br />
THEN they called my name........Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-4467896215417387402013-07-04T22:17:00.000-07:002013-07-04T22:17:03.445-07:00Oh The Glass I Find In The SandI'm a 'collector'.<br />
I collect water glass. Also sometimes known as Fairy's tears, Sea Glass, which is something a bit different, and Lake Glass.<br />
Mine is lake glass. From the shores of Lake Superior. Lake Superior, the shore. North or south, my all time favorite place on this earth. I feel peace. I feel contentment. I feel complete. I also feel the loss.<br />
Often I am asked, What is Sea Glass? (or water glass) These questions started when I began making jewelry out of the glass. Lake Superior Water Glass. Two examples:<br />
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The above picture is Water Glass taped as you would with stained glass, then soldered, jump rings added and all the pieces attached. Very fun piece to wear. Just glass. The below picture is a larger piece of beach glass that washed up on the beach, right between my bare feet, cold in the icy waters even in July. I wire wrapped it and hung it from suede. It has a very special meaning to me. That's another story, but it's the one piece I wear consistently. It's my version of Split Rock Light House, and a heart.<br />
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The above piece was most likely a top to a perfume bottle or an apothecary bottle. It's in perfect shape. No cracks, no chips. My husband, who is at the lake far more often than I, found this piece. I use it to hold my rings. It's amazing to me that it is in such beautiful shape. This piece is the one piece that makes me wonder how long it was in the water, tumbling among the sand, water and rocks. I wonder if there is a history. I'll never know. It's that way with most pieces. Although, most pieces are actually 'trash' dumped into the ocean or lake, tumbled in the water and little by little it washes to the shores. </div>
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The top picture is the most uncommon of the glass I find in the more pastel colors. The middle, common glass found on Lake Superior. I'm guessing beer bottles for the most part, you find a lot of brown! Green is common, clear is common. Blue is a treasure and a frosty pink and light blue are my most treasured finds. </div>
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The shapes of the frosty glass are all different, and many times bottle bottoms I have found, as well as the tops of bottles. the last photo above is some of the bottle tops I've collected. Two are obviously pop or beer bottles, while two are most likely old pieces. Again, I am thinking apothecary bottles of some type. </div>
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You can find some interesting facts about Sea Glass, or Water glass here: <a href="http://www.odysseyseaglass.com/what-is-sea-glass.html">http://www.odysseyseaglass.com/what-is-sea-glass.html</a></div>
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There is more to the glass than meets the eye. I'm not sure when my passion for it started, or even how. I only know that every summer my collection grows, and grows, and grows. Many pieces are usable in jewelry, others in art pieces, some I just toss in vases. Some become sun catchers. </div>
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It's a crazy thing, this collecting. As I walk along the beach, wind blowing my hair, staring down into the sand beneath my feet, I have time to just loose myself in my own thoughts. I'll carry a bag, or a pail, or sometimes just put my finds in my pockets. </div>
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There was the time I didn't notice the VERY large log that had washed ashore, and simply, but clumsily, fell over it, rolling into the icy waves and wet sand. Could I have possibly have done this when NO ONE was on the same beach? NO. There were a number of people there, and not one of them missed my 'hit the log, fly through the air and land face down in the water'. A man with a dog came to my 'rescue', though I would have been happier to just pull my completely clothed WET body out of the water and go on my way without notice. I would say, 'Total Dork Moment'. It didn't help when he asked (as a lot of people do) "What are you doing? What are you looking for?". He dog shook the water from a wave off himself and added to the sand stuck to my face. </div>
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There are stories of humilation, but most often, it's just questions from people and their strange reactions to my strange obsession. Kids however, they ask, I tell them, they began to hunt. It's so cute to see. It's a little like passing the torch. I wonder frequently, 'Are they still collecting, hunting, combing the beaches?" I'll never know.</div>
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Yes, for the most part the glass is just garbage that has been changed by the rolling of the waves and sand. Much like a rock tumbler. Just garbage. However, if you could see the map of all the shipwrecks over hundreds of years on Lake Superior, you would then be like me: wondering, did it come from a ship? What was it? Was whatever this broke off from a special something to someone? It makes me wonder, especially when its a piece of old china, or so thick it had to be part of a window of some type. I'll never know. I'll never quit looking. I'm in love with the frosted glass that lies in the sand. Waiting. </div>
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And, when I talk to 'Her', and a blue piece, rarely found, washes up between my bare feet, I will know She is there, again. Watching me. Loving me. Holding my heart.</div>
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"Yes, I think you are right Mom, I think we could have been." We both laugh a little. </div>
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I toss a ' not ready yet' piece of glass back into the water and we walk down the shore line together, arm in arm, sharing our love of 'The Lake'. </div>
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We still take those walks, I believe..... See you soon Mom.</div>
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This bracelet was important for me to make. I needed to get a 'grip' on the call I feel to make 'Inspirational jewelry'. I FEEL it in my stomach. I FEEL it in my head. I FEEL it in my hands. I FEEL it.<br />
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Now I can wear it and I can share it. Many who read this may know why FROG has again come to the forefront of our minds and is deep within our hearts. We are a 'Team' and we'll celebrate the day our friend is once again home. </div>
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That said, there is more. There is that 'comfort zone'. I have my comfort zone in my chosen 'art' or profession and it's norm is metal. Metal and 'earthy' colors. nothing bold, nothing bright. </div>
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This is different. It's very colorful, very bold, very bright. </div>
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As you can see, I chose purple, green, and did add a 'nature' color of brown, but the colors are bright and they 'pop'. The beads are big, bold. Big.Bold.Beads. </div>
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That too, was me stepping out of my comfort zone. I do lampwork, a little, I'm no pro at it. However, I do make beads. Glass beads. These are clay. I don't even LIKE clay. I actually dislike it. A LOT. Well, wait. I did. I had this clay in a zip lock bag. I bought it ...what...17 years ago? I bought if for my kids when they were little. They could create, I'd bake it....whalla ...(spell that ha?) they had something cool. Then I let them paint it. (yep, I let my kids paint when they could barely walk. Finger paints ON the high chair tray, crayons, paint...all things art (that were not small enough to swallow: boy child, ya.) Okay, back to my 'leap'. </div>
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So, I had a 'vision' in my head of what I wanted to do. I gave it a go in metal, but it just wasn't 'effective'. (or very comfortable to be totally honest) It took something I didn't have. Patients. (I have like...0% patients, ask my kids) So I went to the zip lock bag I recently 'unearthed' during my 'studio move'.</div>
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I stared at the big bag with the huge hard white lump of clay inside for several days. I do that a lot. I look at stuff and ....when I feel unsure, or fear (lampwork/ map gas, torch, exploding glass potentially)</div>
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I really feared that, and stared the torch down for weeks. It won most of the time. That's not important right now however. The bag of clay is. (to me, at least). </div>
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So, I stared at it. I took it out. It was hard. Crumply. Not what you want in clay. I new that and I new how to fix that. I put it back. The idea in my head made it's way to paper. </div>
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I went back to the bag. (oh, by the way, we are like...on day 5. I finally broke a chunk off the massive lump. The white clay was cold in my hands. I kneaded it and I worked it and I made it pliable and 'workable'. I know enough about it to know what to do, I just don't, um, didn't like it enough to give it my time. But, this was 'the time'. This was 'the medium'. I have a huge collection of rubber stamps I use for stamping solder (you thought scrapbooking right? Nope. Did one. 6 pages into it I was still on day 1 of our CA vacay. Not my thing)</div>
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Doesn't matter. I have the letter stamps. I molded the clay into shapes I wanted for beads, and rolled out the shape I wanted for the 'bar' part of the bracelet. The important part of the bracelet. FROG. I stamped the F. Then the R. Then the O. It was too high so I went back and started over again, beating the air bubbles out of the clay in frustration. I finally decided I actually liked the letters NOT to line up. I was more 'fun'. This was meant to be a 'fun' piece, as well as a piece with a message, and a reminder. Forever. Rely. On. God.</div>
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I baked my beads. I baked my 'bracelet bar'. They turned out ....ok. They were white. (Yes, there is colored clay, but that's not me, no. I HAVE to do it myself, the colors. Don't ask why. OCD? Possibly. JPW? absolutely! (Just plain weird) That one goes without saying.</div>
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I had baked white beads and a rectangular piece that said F.R.O.G.</div>
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I went to my inks. This is when I realized....there was some fun going on here. I was liking this a little. (Shhhhhhhhh, don't tell ANYONE...I actually was having a really fun time!!! SHhhhhh!) </div>
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I chose my colors and I mixed my inks to get the colors I wanted. (this stuff dries fast so this is worksostinkingfastbefortheinkdriesyougottagetthesestupidbeadscolored fast.) I tend to go off on my own a bit and add something additional (and extremely TOP SECRET, Family recipe kinds thing) I always have to mess with stuff, can't even follow the directions on a cake mix without tossing something else in. Oh well, roll with me or get off my hill right? Yep. (talk big for such a little woman don't I?) funny how that works.</div>
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Okay, back to my Leap Of Faith! I got everything how I wanted it and I continued for two days making beads and bracelet bars and more and more and other words and patterns and colors and it is just all over the kitchen and it's messy, which creationusuallyissoIdon'treallycare. Whoa. Breathe....just breathe. I took a leap. A leap of faith. That leap was going to a medium I didn't like and really did have some questions about. That leap was making something, yes, I had planned out but it never really took THAT direction. It took a direction all it's own. Totally. The leap of faith, no questions, no backing away. Move forward right? </div>
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I am an artist of many mediums. You would be facing a challenge to find something I have not done, used, smeared around on canvas or wood or ....who knows right? ) Okay, leaping. I did. </div>
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I took that stuff in my hands. It was cold and hard and crumbly. I warmed it and smoothed it and tenderly shaped it with my hands. I made what was in my head. What MY God put in MY head. My Creator creates through me. People ask often 'where I got 'that'. GOD gave it to me, who else? It's his gift, it doesn't belong to me, it belongs to him, I am only it's caretaker while I'm here......ya.</div>
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My faith, MY leap. MY hands. MY Heart. My Head. My SOUL. My God, OUR God. It's all in the beads. The bracelet. Why did I think it would come together when I had ABSOLUTELY NO REAL PLAN as to how the finished piece would look? I had faith. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-10636195372927933322013-07-03T07:49:00.003-07:002013-07-03T07:49:40.711-07:00Rain Dancing I was just reminded of something while commenting on something on FB. 'Plan your work, Work your plan'. Sounds easy.<br />
It's not, not for me. I can plan till the cows come home, but working that plan....well life get's in the way, idea's get in the way. Creating get's in the way of creating. It does. Sounds crazy but it really does. <br />
'In the works' is my norm. 'Finished' is my goal, unmet all to often.<br />
So I plan my work. I need to 'drill this' 'bang on that', solder this, solder that, light up the torch, and make some more 'clay things'. Get that sticky varnish to dry (trying the screaming at it method at this point, so far, nothing else is working), I have to write a magazine piece, finish a tutorial, start another, build my new website, decide on a new name, order business cards, shop for 'this that and what ever else I might need someday'. The list it long. The unfinished products are too many to count.<br />
Pick 'em off one at a time. That sounds practical. Practically impossible in all reality. But it's something I just need to force myself to do.<br />
HAVE YOU MET ME? Forcing me to do anything is like going outside, dancing around like a naked nut case and then watching the rain poor down on the dry earth. NOT LIKELY TO BE EFFECTIVE, THAT RAIN DANCE!).<br />
I'll make my list, my plan. We'll see where it gets me. (I'm already changing the plan in my mind) See? REALLY? I'm in need of a brain overhaul. I'm in need of a person to clunk me over the head when it's time to get down to the business of business. I'd probably strike back. Not a job anyone is applying for, that 'Clunk over the head' job.<br />
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Creating however, is in my blood, a part of who I am. It's in me and it wants to get out and express itself. It's a gene, I know it's a gene, it is a gene and with it comes a companion gene, the gene of procrastination, of 'I'll get to that next' (next never happens). I see this gene in many many people that surround me via 'groups' on FB. I am unsure how some get by with 'getting it done' so easily. Staying 'on task'. Not MY fine point. <br />
Not sure I have a fine point. I am more like the big fat Sharpie marker. Just a big smudge, my idea's leak through onto other idea's like the Sharpie ink leaks through paper onto the counter top.<br />
Good reason not to make a list.<br />
Great, done with that really stupid and insane idea.<br />
I think I'll grab another cup of coffee and go sit in the sun and procrastinate a little longer. Maybe give that rain dance a try. WAIT...it will rain tomorrow....4th of July. Always does.<br />
Then, I need to get down to the business of writing about Jump. And my recent trip to the other side of Wisconsin.<br />
I have to figure out this curios thing 'jump' first. I don't know there is a reason for it. But ....it's a long story, for next time. AND there are pictures! ON a creative note, I also will be challenging others VERY soon. I have a few photo's. I hope you'll 'play'.<br />
Enjoy your day. Create, organize, plan, do what ever it is you do, and have fun doing it!<br />
~L.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-354610599595137502013-07-01T09:58:00.000-07:002013-07-01T09:58:01.300-07:00Still 'What If-ing and useless info. 'What If' remains totally on my mind...which has created the problem of 'too many things on my mind'. An explosion could happen at any given moment. Oh boy. Get out the sketch pad and 'lay it all down' for later right? Ya. That'll get done. <div>
Had a great weekend on the other side of the state of Wisconsin. Grafton, Cedarburg, Port Washington, family. Fun. Great to see my brother and his family, and watch my sweet little niece take of to her room, emerging not long after with an amazing necklace. Pics coming! Also visited their neighbors wine shop. They actually have their own vineyard. That also will be upcoming in a blog. Many great photos and maybe an inspirational challenge on they way so stay tuned. Monday mornings...well not so much morning any more, anyway, hard to get it all 'back in place' after leaving and starting a new week, bumping my Etsy site and going someplace new. This is a 'challenge' for me. But do stay with me here...promise it will get interesting at some point! (if you find it boring, well, consider that one good time to nap on your keyboard, hey!) Oh, and no, I don't proof read these, I BIC HOK TAM. What is that? Tell ya later. BUT if you can guess....go for it! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-37179950139999315582013-06-25T09:47:00.001-07:002013-06-25T09:47:36.735-07:00'WHAT IF'<h2>
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What if I tried this? What IF stretches my creative energy, it calls me by name, it makes me expand and expirement...fail or not, I can never stop the 'What if?'. It's part of me. </div>
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It almost haunts me. It's always there. It never leaves. "What If" has take up permanent residency in my brain. (stop laughing, I really do have a brain, yes functionality is somewhat questionable..but it's there. (I had an MRI....PROOF!) </div>
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I can't get things completed, a lot of the time, as 'What if' creeps in and I take a 90 degree turn...it's crazy. (I'd like to use THAT as a laundry excuse but, no, it doesn't apply there. Rats. </div>
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Okay, back to the point of the 'laying down of words'. What if. Lampwork: What if I did this? So I try it. The list is so long I'd bore anyone reading this to tears so I'll skip the list and get straight to the point..but what if I wrote about .....no no no. Stay on track, no train derailments here ...(my brain is LIKE a train ...as sometimes it totally de-rails and I lose my 'train of thought' instantly). Enough about trains, we'll talk about that later, after my trip, on a train. Alone. </div>
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So, I have this other 'thing' that goes along with 'what if'. It's called, 'LSNAOAP'. That is not real catchy is it? No. However it stand for 'Learn something new as often as possible'. That's a little bit of a side tracking device in my brain. Another excuse for not completing half of what I start. (talking jewelry now btw). </div>
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So, I had a LSNAOAP moment and found something I wanted to learn. That something was etching on metal. I've actually been interested in this for a long time. My CF took over and I never tried it. (Chemical Fear) I used a wonderful tutorial by Harry Wood of Oscar Crow, he is in a few creative groups I'm in and he is also on Etsy, (check him out) It's a great tutorial, thanks Harry, btw.</div>
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I was hesitant about the etching as I'm no chemist, and I have a little 'CH' or 'chemical fear' if it's anything stronger than dish soap. I had to use an etching solution, which was recommended by Harry Wood, and is pretty safe stuff. I asked a lot of questions, got a lot of answers and then bought the stuff. It sat in my studio about a week. I looked at it, walked away, did that a few hundred times. THEN I took the plunge. </div>
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THEN IT HAPPENED: 'What if?'. Yep, it always does, why would this be any different right? Can't leave well enough alone, have to stretch it to it's boundaries, or at least find out what those boundaries are. Have to take it the length of the football field and then back again. My curiosity just gets the best of me and takes over. I wonder if there is a name for that?. I think it might be AYTTKYW? That would be 'Are You Trying To Kill Yourself Woman?'. The answer would be, possibly. Not sure. Brains are strange things. So back to the point. Etching and What If, if you don't really know what the point is here. </div>
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That would not be uncommon, I'm a little ' pointless' at times.</div>
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OKAY then, etching. I did it. I did it on copper and a few other random objects due to the What if factor. HOWEVER....the biggest 'W. I?' really surprised me. I used a ton of random things while 'stretching' my limits, or 'finding my limits' (and I did find some limits btw) . Something on my work bench struck me..and the What If happened. So I tried it. Oh my gosh....I am so impressed with myself, or the creative person who invaded my body at that time, which ever. It doesn't happen real often (being impressed with myself, rare occasion, reason to throw a party, better yet, take a nap) Not bragging, I'm sure many have done this, though I hadn't seen it. So.....drum roll please....(bare with me...I need some excitement in my life) </div>
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Okay, premature on the drum roll, but this is where I started. A plain 'stamping', brass, of a butterfly. </div>
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What if? So I proceed to take out my permanent marker and somewhat mess up the butterfly. (photo below) Or so I thought. It was a 'What If' moment indeed. Very novice at etching at this point.</div>
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What IF I etched on the brass butterfly? Stretching the boundaries, not running to 'Google' to see if it would work (not that would be too easy wouldn't it? Never occurs to me) So, her it it (well, this isn't the original, I didn't photograph that one, of course...) Here it is ready to be tossed in the etching solution. (again, the above photo)</div>
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This is a 'comparison photo'. One etched (top on obviously) the original on the bottom. I like it. </div>
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It was very basically drawing on the brass with a permanent marker, as you saw in the photo. Very basic. The outcome was a bit surprising to me. I was somewhat stunned and I was really liking it! Made this baby just POP! There are a few 'oopsies' that can happen however. ( I learn by doing, always) Example:</div>
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The arrow is pointing to a very thin spot. That should have been covered in tape. The etching fluid took a bite out of it, made it pretty thin. Live and Learn (LAL) comes with 'What If' very frequently. </div>
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End result: Polished and shined, I really like this technique, and I encourage you too, to join the WI (not Wisconsin, though I live there, Club. 'WIC'. 'What If Club. lol. Lets experiment together. What IF you tried this on something 'random'? NO googling, no asking anyone any questions, that will NOT stretch your brain, get the juices flowing or help your creativeness grow. So go to the 'WI' confidently. It's the same direction as your dreams. "God confidently in the direction of your dreams'. (forgot who said that) When I remember I'll add his name. What if? What if YOU tried something new and rather random today? What If?????? OKAY, now, drum roll please...my finished What if I etched on this plain butterfly, finished piece.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-84745462236623676932013-06-22T11:00:00.000-07:002013-06-25T09:49:45.829-07:00Of This That and The Other Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-70735405636017559902013-06-13T09:28:00.000-07:002013-06-25T09:49:49.516-07:00 I used to be a writer. I was also a newspaper editor. Used to be. Key words. I thought I could easily blog and since I once had a column, I thought...'no problem'. Things to write about? That's easy, right?<br />
Wrong.<br />
I can't think of one thing to 'blog' about.<br />
That's not true. I can think of many. However they are all very 'uninteresting' or ....worse yet, controversial in the world I hang out in. (the Jewelry world to be specific).<br />
You see, I could blog about people being 'INSPIRED' (<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: 700;">in·spi·ra·tion</span><br />
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However if I wrote about that I think the angry me would come out and I would be typing away madly, literally. </div>
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Yes, I have been copied on numerous occasions, but just recently it went straight into the gut, and the heart.</div>
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Someone I 'trusted' ('meet' people online and 'trust') Those two might not go hand in hand. That aside, someone I really did trust asked a lot of questions about something I designed. I write tutorials, so explaining was easy, and I did. It's not a tutorial and I had no plans for it to become one just yet. </div>
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Then it happened. (One thing you should know: I only posted a photo of said object on my FB page, not a 'group' page) Alrighty then, back to 'it happened'. </div>
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She posted on a group we both belong to. She posted a photo of her 'version' of my design, which I might add, was identical to MY DESIGN. Credit to THE DESIGNER? No. </div>
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So that brings me to: Do I share? Do I trust? Do I stay in these 'groups' and expose myself or do I hide in my own little corner in my own little chair? </div>
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It's six of one 1/2 dozen of the other.</div>
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Wait. Did I hear you say that this is a form of 'flattery'? What planet did you come from? REALLY? It is a form a STEALING. I'm about as flattered as I was the time the lady in the department store asked when I had the mastectomy. (I hadn't had one) WHOA. Slap slap I wanna slap slap slap. I didn't. I said....'Yesterday". Ok...enough about the 'Ta Ta's'. (for now anyway)</div>
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So suck it up and move forward right? Do what? I can't do anything. I could say something to her but I KNOW she would blatantly tell me I was wrong and that it was 'her idea'. (why do people do that when they know THEY are not right?).</div>
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Being right is so important to so many people. That kind of cracks me up, just a little bit. No, not really. It cracks me up a LOT. </div>
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Why is being 'right' so important? No one has all the answers, but I sure know of plenty who think they do. I could so easily name each and every one of them. That would take the better part of my day, and in all honesty, I find it leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I or anyone else 'call people out'. BUT WATCH OUT .............THE DAY WILL COME. (If you have screwed me over, hang on to your hat, just saying). (just never know when I'm gonna blow right D.A.?) THAT is a story for another day. (IF those are your initials, no, it's not you. That one doesn't even know I have a blog.)</div>
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Back to being right. THAT is so irritating. One person in particular. If I say it's blue she says it's green. If I say it's night she says it's day. She has to disagree with me 100% of the time and she IS always right. Not so much. Enough about all that, I'm gaggin' just a little bit. </div>
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Yes, there are copyright laws to protect 'yourself'. Try going to court on that one. You'll lose so much money it's insane. I know someone who did just that. Fought it to the bitter end. The end was thousands of dollars spend and then it finally got tossed out of court like a stinky forgeten 'I have no idea what this is' in the fridge.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044681470133448556.post-43701435750855234662013-05-09T22:17:00.002-07:002013-05-09T22:17:43.142-07:00The Beginning. (short version) The beginning....the short version. And old writer never dies...their pens just dry up. I think that happened to me. However I found the ink well and here I am. What does a person like me blog about? Good question.<br />
Lets start with 'the person like me'. Well, there isn't a person like me....hopefully. That would be hard on them! It's the 'right brained' 'crazy art lady' 'fly by the seat of your pants' kind of things I carry with me. But, that IS who I am. I am a mom. Kids are young adults. But I'm still a mom. I'm an artist, though I haven't picked up a brush in years...I still consider myself a 'painter'. (in my dreams) I am a jewelry maker, creator, writer of tutorials and magazine contributor. I am me. Me who likes to wear baggy pj pants and sweatshirts. Me who finds myself in the grocery store in those baggy pants and sweats, not intentionally. (Oh did I mention the slippers?) Ya, it's true.<br />
I'm just me. I work at home, creating, learning, writing, selling jewelry ...so I do get out to the post office now and again. (clothing checks are necessary now lol) <br />
Learning is the BIG problem. so much I want to keep adding to my 'collection' of skills. Master one, move on to something totally unrelated. It's the way I do this ...I guess the ADD thing could be going on, who knows. Who cares right? Focus sing is not my fine point. .<br />
So, the beginning. The beginning is so many things that there are far to many starting blocks to push off from. I do what I do and I am who I am.<br />
Just an ordinary person doing ordinary things and watching as others do extraordinary things.<br />
Jewelry to be made in the am. Soldering to be done, beads to create behind the flame and a new 'thing' I want to try. This ordinary lady is going to bed, and ....I've been ready (clothing ) all day!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073025748342532803noreply@blogger.com0