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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2017 10:21 pm
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Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Unfettered’ 30x40” oil on panel
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a girl has no grass
Posted:May 21, 2017 6:48 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2017 7:21 pm
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I have given in on the great Woodpile Debate. It is set up in front of a beautiful stone wall, partially obscuring it (a very small part of the long wall is blocked). I wanted it moved next to the shed. He said he doubted there was room, but for me he would try. And he did try – I saw him out there measuring and figuring. Love that man – he always tries to give me what I want.

This weekend, the neighboring nosy old-timer had wandered up to see the new shed….twice. It is like some weird male bonding ritual. ‘Let’s see your shed, there man!’ It looks as if the husband is part of some neighboring man-club now. Did I mention that all 3 neighbors just happen to come out and weed whack as the shed was being delivered? Never mind nudity or food…you want to attract neighborhood men, get a shed. Single ladies looking for an older gentleman, take note.

Apparently, they agreed there was no room to store the wood as well as chop it next to the shed. While I would normally balk at him thinking a gaggle of men would change my mind…I think I need to acknowledge the truth of the space.

The slave told him how I killed the grass. I’m pretty sure they were out there laughing at me.
I must plot my revenge.
After I borrow that aerator he offered, of course.

A girl has got to have grass, no matter her bruised ego.

Yes, he threw me under the bus in terms of blaming me for the grass slaughter.
Of course, it was true, so is that really throwing me under the bus? And if it had been him, wouldn’t that be like a death-kiss for the neighbor yard enthusiasts? He would like lose his man-card or something? (I can hear him now…but I would not have killed the grass, Kim).
One important thing we agree on - being married means we can blame the spouse when needed. I don’t care if it is an M/s relationship or not, if you need to get out of some get-together with the co-workers…it is acceptable to blame the other person. Many a time a conversation has ended with: “you blamed me, didn’t you?” …..”yes, yes I did.”

Once when we were first here, that same old-timer cruised by us in the yard, while on his riding lawn mower/tractor. He stopped to say hi and they got to discussing things we needed to buy to take care of the yard. He looked at me and told me my man needed a tractor. I looked at him and told him I needed a dining room table first and to get himself back to work. He drove off cackling.

Yeah, we are going to go a few rounds, old man.
Sticking your nose in our woodpile debate.
You know not who you are messing with.

I saw a giant pirate sculpture the other day. It was in color, stood maybe 8 feet tall and had to have been out of some amusement park. He has a parrot on his shoulder and was looking through a spy glass. This is pertinent because we have big tree stumps on our property that we have talked about putting sculptures on. I’m thinking I could get the pirate and whichever neighbor is annoying me at the time…he will be pointing his spyglass at.

I’m just kidding of course.
Any sculptures we get will most-likely be naked Goddesses’.
Hehehe….come at me, old man.

(oh, here is a photo of the shed getting dropped off. Does this turn anyone on?)
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reading now
Posted:May 19, 2017 8:09 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2017 11:20 am
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Me; what are you reading now?

Him: Reading me some Isaac Asimov. How about you?

Me: A series of books about a hermaphrodite witch.

Him:...laughing....Of course you are.

Me; It's written well, believe it or not.

Him: ah huh. You enjoy that.

Me: I will, thank you ...while giving the finger
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like a bad ass
Posted:May 18, 2017 12:15 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2017 1:06 pm
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I am entering that art competition in Luxembourg.
I have most of the entry completed.
The shows, the 3 artworks I chose, what they mean, etc.
I just have the ‘artist statement’ to contend with.
I hate that part.
I have many thoughts, but to compile it and have it make sense is difficult.
If I could say it well with words - I would be a damn writer, not a painter.

The Amish came.
It was actually kind of fascinating to watch that flat bed truck thing tilt the building and turn it around to face another direction before setting it down.
I was not even tempted to misbehave. I was reminded that my filthy imagination is far far better than reality at times.

I’ve been sent a letter for Federal Jury Duty. It is one month long.
Which, I can not afford. And, it is during the time we are going to Hawaii with the husband’s parents. Neither of these are acceptable excuses to get out of jury duty apparently. I think this is punishment for ignoring all other jury duty notices. The only time I ever showed up was when the kids were small. I walked into the courtroom with one child in a stroller, one in a front pack and one holding my hand. It worked like a charm. I’m not opposed to doing my civic duty, but if I don’t paint…bills don’t get paid.
I don’t want to lie on a Federal form, so wish me luck. If they think I am missing the parents-in-law-sponsored trip, they are nuts. Do they actually arrest people for skipping this?

Speaking of being arrested.
For a good mug shot, should I smile or grimace? Or just look haughty and unaffected?
Which would be the best activist t-shirt to wear? Women’s rights or one against Trump?
Or maybe that ‘witch’ tank top with a cape?
I don’t suppose they would let me hold a crop for the photo?
I could post the mug shot photo if it happens. Make it a new profile photo.
Hard-core sadist here….to be arrested..... for skipping jury duty.
Like a bad-ass.
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sunscreen, what is it good for?
Posted:May 15, 2017 9:35 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2017 8:01 pm
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I have a spot now.
I don’t care how much my kids made fun of me – I love my new rocking chair.
It sits in front of my herbs (which are still alive) and I totally dig sitting there.
The slave is encouraging me to paint it all funky.
I love that he said that – because while he ends up liking the weird things I do with decorating, he often cringes when he first hears about it. He loves this door I’m still working on (but was alarmed when he first saw me start).

Just a bit of advice, (that apparently most people already know):
If you have weeds on a part of the lawn, and you buy some weed & Feed….just use the recommended amount. Thinking that if you just put it on heavy it will work better/faster…is wrong. If you do this, it will kill the grass. In nice lines that match the spreader you used.
Sonofabitch…
I seriously should not be let out of the studio.

More advice:
If you are owned and get a sunburn on your head (as can happen), then put lotion on that head (as people do) then put your face between her legs (as you do), and then she can’t grip your head (as she does) because it is slippery….then do not blame her if you go to work the next day with deep nail marks on your head. What can I say...some of us need a good grip at times....

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high-thigh-butt?
Posted:May 13, 2017 10:50 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2017 8:11 am
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We had been out.
We had had a few drinks.
I’m about to change, but I hand him my phone.
‘I’ve been hitting the gym – take a picture of my ass in this dress.’
There after follows a 5 minute video pointed at me while he keeps saying he can’t understand why it won’t take the photo.
Yup, he is 50 and I am almost 49 and perhaps…you know…we have a preview of what the future holds in terms of us and technology.
‘You handed it to me like this,’ He mumbled.
Or, maybe don’t drink & click.
Whatever.
The point is – look at my butt.

If I could play music with a blog post, it would be one of the many big-ass songs out there.
On the way out, Mom compliments my butt, then tells me I have about 10 more years until it drops.
I’m like…’what? Where does it go?’
‘It just drops’, she says.
Sometimes I hate that woman.
I am 100% certain I said ‘thank you’ and not: ‘hey, so tell me how long I have until it drags on the ground?’

So, now of course I am curious…..does it melt into the upper thighs? Then I will have high-thigh-butt? Or maybe I’ll have ass-cheeks behind my knees?
What the hell, Mom (you pancake-assed-wench).

Oh yeah…Happy Mother’s Day.
If the need is there, you may borrow my ‘pancake-ass’ line.
Meanwhile. Look at my butt.
It’s above my legs. For now.

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Mood-Board #2
Posted:May 12, 2017 12:38 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2017 9:54 pm
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Today’s photo-mood board includes:
Trying to scare the neighbors.
Things I am looking forward to this summer.
And the art of giving gifts.


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I've had a day
Posted:May 10, 2017 8:49 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2017 2:16 pm
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I've had a day.
I am considering taking up serious drinking as a hobby.
Here are some photos that kind of feel like my day.

(paint tubes painting is by Robert Lange)



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well, she was old
Posted:May 9, 2017 11:55 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2017 9:30 pm
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My mother’s apartment is being painted.
My studio is behind it. Noise isn’t really a problem – nicely built house it is.
But the painters (a young tatted up couple) are listening to classical old country music, loudly. I do not like country music. So, my B-sci-fi crap is playing loudly. I am painting by alien screams.
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I can not find the key to the lock on the toy box.
Well, hell.
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When my youngest learned to drive, he borrowed the car all the time.
I let him, as long as he did errands for me. It was pretty awesome. I hardly ever had to go to Fed Ex or the grocery store. Huh…mom is doing some of this now. Cool.
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The Amish builder called and will be late delivering the building because his mother-in-law passed away and they have to attend a funeral in PA. I gave my condolences, to which he replied: ‘well, she was old.’
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The owner of the tattoo parlor the slave has used recently is socially awkward and weirdly arrogant. He paints as well, so we talked art and I showed him mine. He told the husband and myself that I was the perfect woman and perfect feminist. Then he told him to be careful as he might steal me away. It was so fucking weird and inappropriate that we both just looked at each other with no response. The other tattoo artist froze as well.

It has made a good quote though. Like when I hit the store and accidentally forgot a couple of the things he asked for. But, I am the perfect women and the perfect feminist….I will say (there is generally eye-rolling from him at this point).
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I bought this dress.
I saw it in person and fell in love.
I don’t wear white often. I don’t know where I will wear it.
Hell, I need a new plunging bra as it goes lower on me in the front.
I have a lot more chest than this model.
But the details.
I showed him and put it on. He said I looked angelic.
I have never in my life heard that before.
I’m not sure he meant it as a compliment either.
I mean, he did – but he also seemed very confused.
I think I looked too innocent or something. Like, not me.
I need to figure out what to wear it to…maybe a luau in Hawaii.
Then I could put flowers in my hair…lil ‘ol angelic me.
I love it so much I want to use it in a painting.
Perhaps looking innocent and doing something awful.
Yeah, that’s it.
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swing your partner
Posted:May 8, 2017 10:06 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2017 11:21 am
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When it comes to my alias work, I donate paintings to charities fairly regularly.
My subjects are all over the place, but heavy on animals, so many of the charities are for them. Some art auction to raise money for a no-kill shelter, for example. But I also donate to children and women’s health centers. Probably more of those. These have never been local – I just get hit up by some charity who finds me online - and if I have the stock and it’s a slow time of year, I will donate. I tend to hit my limit in late Spring. They are tax deductable, but it would be easy to go overboard.

Anyway – all that to say a local place found me. It is a farm, called Lord’s Acre (and despite the name, I have heard or seen no overly religious nonsense). Every single thing they grow goes to feeding the hungry. Despite Asheville being urban and hopping, we are in the Appalachians, so there is a LOT of poverty.

They are having a fundraiser with an auction, to which I donated to. It is also a square dance. And a huge potluck meal with usually over 400 dishes. It is a well-supported charity locally…the auction items are numerous.. A custom banjo anyone? Tickets for Biltmore? Dollywood? (that I live within driving distance to an amusement park created by Dolly Parton still shocks my New England soul to its core).

I was just going to donate, like I do…but we have decided to attend. Apparently, the slave learned square dancing in middle school. My mother is going as well. I’m going to hook her up with a banjo-playing-over-all-wearing dude.

I’m excited to go and take photos. Please be lots of overalls. And long duck-dynasty beards. And old-fashioned house dresses. And chewing tobacco. Spitoons?
I wonder if the slave can remember and teach me a few steps. I wish I had an old-house-dress-type thing to wear. I really really love trying things that are new and weird to me.

I really need to write a post about Dolly Parton and Abby the Spoon Lady. This place is so different than anything I have been used to before and I find it fascinating. And the drum circles on Friday nights downtown. I should do a tourist blog, because it is all still fascinating and different to me.

If I were inclined – some ‘local’ paintings would be cool.
I don’t have any good photos of the local flavor yet. I do have this one I took in a Jazz club downtown though. I wish it were clearer. I might have considered painting it.
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