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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Self-control - Such As It Is

It's that time of the afternoon when I seem to have absolutely no idea what I'm doing when I eat.  Just now, I ate a packet of biscuits.  They were full of chemicals, preservatives and high fructose corn syrup and they were absolutely delicious.  However, I'm going to pump myself full of diuretics to counter their effect because, frankly, that's the only way I'm going to assuage (that means appease or make milder) my guilt.  

Guilt seems such a silly thing to feel as an adult.  After all, as an adult, we make our choices.  Heck, low I.Q. dogs make their choices.  (Query: are they adult low I.Q. dogs, though? Must research sometime when care more.)  And we should own our choices.  So, with a Big Gulp that has nothing to do with a soda fountain, I own my choice.  I ate a packet of chocolate biccies and they were delicious.  And now I'm off to throw up.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Wisdom Wednesday

Couldn't resist trying out Diamine Oxblood Sample. Done in a casual print-script style while getting used to a J. Herbin glass dip pen.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Wisdom Wednesday - Mae West

I'm rather behind on my blogging.  To be precise, I took an impromptu break thanks to stress, life irritations, a much-needed vacation in Turkey (watch out for a cute dogs in Istanbul post soon!), and then tree pollen from hell when I got back.  Seriously, are the trees out to kill me?  Wouldn't falling over complete the job faster, even though it'd be a sort bark-based suicide bomb?

So, to perk myself up, I wrote out some Mae West quotes in J. Herbin Poussière de Lune (Moon Dust Purple).  Because when life gets too much, Mae West can put it all back in perspective.

Some of the recruiters and firms I've been in touch with need to note the last line in particular...

Monday, March 12, 2012

Musings Monday - Some things look better than they are

I've been writing since last Friday with an Aurora Style Rose Quartz fountain pen. It was to be a gift from my father, though I'm now returning it and letting him off the hook because it is too scratchy and strains my neck and shoulders. This kind of poor quality is not what I expected from a glamorous Italian-made pen! I used the ink cartridge that came with, and note that a google search shows people generally very happy with Aurora ink, because I got lazy about filling up the ink piston. (I have visiting family: first time ever ink piston filling requires concentration.) In the mean time, the proprietary ink was a lovely rich blue - when it came out. And the pen jeered smooth at first but soon became rough and scratchy, even in my smooth Ciak journal. I also tried the pen on a verge de France notepad and on a Crown Mill notecard: downright painful. No good. The worst it, the pen is so pretty and elegant, all others seems either overdone or overly utilitarian next to it. As Liz Lemon would say: Blerg. Anyway, jetpens did promise me they would return a faulty pen, so here's hoping that happens quickly and smoothly this week. Or else, I'll have to rethink buying from them again.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Finally, a sketch!

Finally, a sketch!   With a 4B Derwent Graphitone and touches of Lyra 9B watersoluble graphite crayon in my Ciak journal, and of Grand Shaykh Nazim of the Nakshbandi Sufi order.  You can see his lectures and his general sweetness of face and character at

I had a few thoughts about sketching and personal artwork generally last weekend.  I had a friend (let's just say she was dumped after her final straw rudeness last Friday) who was rude about my work.  Basically, I got a cold stare and a brush-off.  However, I know as far as she was concerned, if I'd ever been unpleasant or even showed dislike in any way about her photography, she'd have hated it.  But sadly, she lacks the understanding to have any empathy for others - or the manners to fake it.  

True, there were a lot of things that night she did to upset me.  Yet the one that made me think, "Wow, I don't think she's really my friend, she's just here because she's bored with no one else as gullible to call" was her attitude to my artwork.  After all, my art, such as it is, is me.  It's an expression of my soul, my heart and my mind.  

So, if she can't like it, or even bring herself to say, "it's my friend who did it, and I love her and support her and love her work because it's hers," then I can't be her friend either.  As my aunt loves to post on Facebook, never make someone a priority when you're only their option.

And thus the tip of the day, which is not really a drawing tip, but instead a reminder: if an artist shows you their work, barring something you find so morally/ethically offensive that you can't look at it, find something you like about it, and praise it with love.  It won't hurt you and you'll make/keep a friend.

Right, rambling's over.  And starting next week: Wisdom Wednesdays!  Stay tuned!