great graph
Once again I have to say thank you to IFLScience for this little gem. It is a very funny and yet sad poke at our modern world, it’s people and our uses of the amazing technological advances that have occurred in the past few decades.
Artist watercolor
The Broken Blackberry – A Parody
oh my funny, thanks
Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Willowdot21 for this amazing contribution to the weekend funny challenge. I don’t think I have laughed so much in ages and it follows perfectly on from the previous dig at our rather trivial use of the technology we have today. Everyone should drop in and visit Willowdot21 for some amazing works of fiction. Her recent work Sword of Runes is now up to Chapter 10 but it is worth going back to Chapter 1 for the whole story. Well with little further ado I give you the ‘Blackberry Problem’.
3.110
my friend Brother Brian has endless drawings in him. Many–I forget how many–journals full of art and thoughts. On paper!
Originally posted on abz paperless sketchbook journal:
…more Ackleys… for more on Ackley, click below
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my friend Brother Brian has endless drawings in him. Many–I forget how many–journals full of art and thoughts. On paper!
Simple Improvisation On A Crossed Out Line
Simple Improvisation On A Crossed Out Line
I like his markmaking
Originally posted on Gerald Shepherd – A Daily Art Work:
Simple Improvisation On A Crossed Out Line
Simple Improvisation On A Crossed Out Line
I like his markmaking
Simple Improvisation On A Crossed Out Line
Pretty Bird
another watercolorist find! I have to go paint now.
Originally posted on Paintings By Mary Jo:
Watercolor of a Titmouse – Paintings by Mary Jo
Pretty Bird
another watercolorist find! I have to go paint now.
May’s Iris
like this iris, soft edges beg to be felt
Originally posted on Design Inspiration:
What a happy surprise! I found this iris I painted in 1990 while I was cleaning out my files this morning and am thrilled to share it with you. This is pastel on paper, painted from my mind, not from a model. I’m wondering now what it wants to become … a textile, pillow or framed art?
May’s Iris
like this iris, soft edges beg to be felt
Spring!
Spring! http://wp.me/srQNr-spring
From last Fridays photo challenge. I am posting late. This the view down the drive from a past year because the colors I love are not yet here.
The sun is out. I will finish my endless painting outside!
Here’s a spring
Family Time: Doin’ Mom A Solid
Family Time: Doin’ Mom A Solid
He’s ba a ack.
Originally posted on Imagine….:
“Why are you crying?” Sara asked a weeping Ben as she walked into the kitchen.
Ben was blinking his eyes hard.
His mouth was opening and closing with the exact timing of each blink….
His hands were lying flat on the counter straddling a large pile of chopped up onions.
He said “They tried to get away …I….I…I had to kill them”
Family Time: Doin’ Mom A Solid
He’s ba a ack.
“Why are you crying?” Sara asked a weeping Ben as she walked into the kitchen.
Ben was blinking his eyes hard.
His mouth was opening and closing with the exact timing of each blink….
His hands were lying flat on the counter straddling a large pile of chopped up onions.
He said “They tried to get away …I….I…I had to kill them”
Sara snorted….then pointed out….
“You have to rinse the onions in hot water so that they won’t make your eyes water goofy” Sara said as she walked past him to the fridge and opened
it, looking for….something….
He jabbed the knife at her back with quick ninja strokes and stuck his tongue out at her…
When she turned back to him, he was standing there spreading the onions around with the knife in one hand, licking his lips and wiping his eyes with the other.
He wasn’t doing…
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tuesday and I could not
I could not leave my home today. It was depression, pain blah blah.
But I did three positive things.
I asked for help, three times
and I got help, three timesstay tuned, art tomorrow
tuesday and I could not
I could not leave my home today. It was depression, pain blah blah.
But I did three positive things.
I asked for help, three times
and I got help, three times
stay tuned, art tomorrow
Multiple Sclerosis: The First Two Years.
Multiple Sclerosis: The First Two Years.
wow part deux
Originally posted on It’s complicated.:
What I remember most about the first two years of MS is the hunger. I remember lying flat on my mattress, hungry. Close your eyes, go back to sleep.
I’m hungry.
I’m tired. No: I’m decimated. In this game of rock-paper-scissors, tired always wins out over hungry. I close my eyes. I drift in and out of sleep. Four hours pass.…
Multiple Sclerosis: The First Two Years.
wow part deux
Is Feminism Depressing? Ableism, mental illness and fourth wave feminism
Is Feminism Depressing? Ableism, mental illness and fourth wave feminism
wow
Originally posted on bottomfacedotcom:
I took part in a discussion with a few Twitter users the other day in which we spoke about the appropriation of the term “depressing” in the title of a webchat about the effects of fourth wave feminism. This conversation took many meandering paths and we were pretty unanimous in our opprobrium of medicalised terms to discuss everyday…
Is Feminism Depressing? Ableism, mental illness and fourth wave feminism
wow
I took part in a discussion with a few Twitter users the other day in which we spoke about the appropriation of the term “depressing” in the title of a webchat about the effects of fourth wave feminism. This conversation took many meandering paths and we were pretty unanimous in our opprobrium of medicalised terms to discuss everyday experiences. We spoke, at length, about the myriad ways in which we, as women with disabilities, are erased from the discourse of mainstream feminism. On the one hand my instinct is to ignore the word “depressing” as something which has become deeply assimilated into our everyday conversations, but on the other I am aware of the hypocrisy of ignoring such terms whilst feeling offend by the use of other medical terms such as “schizophrenic” or “retarded” as adjectives for negative terminology.
My life has been full of a variety of tragic strands…
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Skype Security – Bah, humbug!
think I just should. No idea about Skype stalking
Originally posted on THE CRAZY CRONE:
I don’t normally mix and match my blogs but for Skype I will make a dirty great exception to this rule. I am re-printing here (somewhat out of context, but hey! let’s have some adventure here) a post I did on my art blog:
about my interaction today with Skype…
Skype Security – Bah, humbug!
think I just should. No idea about Skype stalking
I don’t normally mix and match my blogs but for Skype I will make a dirty great exception to this rule. I am re-printing here (somewhat out of context, but hey! let’s have some adventure here) a post I did on my art blog:
about my interaction today with Skype today. I am a heat-seeking missile seeing revenge for getting the runaround and enduring stupid, condescending conversations which are completely dead-end. It happens so often when you’re dealing with huge, impersonal corporations and this is my little attempt at revenge! And to add insult to injury, as I began getting this post organised, I got ANOTHER unsolicited Skype call!
“Yet again something different from me today and this is personal – I have today conducted the most stupid, frustrating, dead-end conversation with Skype and today’s image reflects my absolutely cheesed off feeling about the organisation’s security and its condescending…
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The Dying Rain
moved me too, thanks trez
I read this great post: Perfect Ending To A Day
It touched me….
It’s amazing how things can move you….isn’t it?
The rain began to patter on the window that looked out over my best friend’s small garden.I was holding her frail hand, the one with her “green thumb”.
I smile at this…
She always giggled when she told…
The Dying Rain
moved me too, thanks trez
I read this great post: Perfect Ending To A Day
It touched me….
It’s amazing how things can move you….isn’t it?
The rain began to patter on the window that looked out over my best friend’s small garden.
I was holding her frail hand, the one with her “green thumb”.
I smile at this…
She always giggled when she told me that she could kill a plastic plant…
But now her eyes were closed, her breath labored.
….. today was a good day for her.
She may have been asleep but her fingers gripped mine as hard as she could squeeze.
I could barely tell I was holding her hand at all as weak as she was.
It’s so painful to imagine strength draining away from the strongest person you have ever known.
….sand in an hourglass.
I laced my fingers thru hers, gripping them a little harder, tracing the…
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Happy Bugs With Leftover Pasta And Coffee
Happy Bugs With Leftover Pasta And Coffee
reblogging the whole thing….
Originally posted on An Inkophile’s Blog:
It was a weird week…
- 15 recipe ideas for leftover pasta
- Happy Bugs
- America’s best coffee shops
- Ed Jelley: Pilot Iroshizuku Tsuki-Yo Fountain Pen Ink – Review
- Peachy Fernando’s Creative Journaling on Pinterest
- Donna Downey: “48 Weeks” in a journal
- Ann Treacy’s Doodles and Jots: Making Paintbrushes with…
Happy Bugs With Leftover Pasta And Coffee
reblogging the whole thing….
It was a weird week…
- 15 recipe ideas for leftover pasta
- Happy Bugs
- America’s best coffee shops
- Ed Jelley: Pilot Iroshizuku Tsuki-Yo Fountain Pen Ink – Review
- Peachy Fernando’s Creative Journaling on Pinterest
- Donna Downey: “48 Weeks” in a journal
- Ann Treacy’s Doodles and Jots: Making Paintbrushes with Natural Materials
- So much more clever than a pencil cup
Sleeping Buddha Cat
could not resist to share that smushed nose
Originally posted on Bailey Road:
Linking to
Camera Critters
Saturday’s Critters
Sleeping Buddha Cat
could not resist to share that smushed nose
Portland visits MOHAI
I would love to see that whole sketch carrier. You have a great bunch, it seems.
Originally posted on Red Harp Arts:
Seattle Urban Sketchers hosted another sketching outing to MOHAI to see the Gabi’s exhibit. This time it was to meet up with the Portland Urban Sketchers who came up to see the show.
I’ve written about it before but just to remind my…
Portland visits MOHAI
I would love to see that whole sketch carrier. You have a great bunch, it seems.
Seattle Urban Sketchers hosted another sketching outing to MOHAI to see the Gabi’s exhibit. This time it was to meet up with the Portland Urban Sketchers who came up to see the show. All my photos are here.
I’ve written about it before but just to remind my gentle readers, this is the work of the “Seattle Sketcher: Gabriel Campanario. The exhibit is called “Drawn to Seattle: The Work of Seattle Sketcher”
As I waited for the Portlanders to arrive on the Bolt Bus, I did a quick sketch from the International District square looking back at the clock tower of King St. Station. I had to color it later as the bus arrived early!
The weather was once again rainy, so we mostly sketched inside the museum. I was one of several who sketched the big red Swift Sure boat from the window of the cafe. It is…
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Painting: Upside Down
very good work, follow her I say
Originally posted on Minnie Moon Press:
This is a representation of the Teton mountains in Wyoming.
Yesterday’s challenge or practice was to take a photo that you had and paint it looking at it upside down, without turning it right-side up and “fixing it”. Ever.
We often have a pre-conceived notion of what a snow-covered mountain top, or…
Painting: Upside Down
very good work, follow her I say
gray sunday
here I sit, iPad and cat in lap. I got a good shot of my going-on-forever painting. Now to pick which way’s up 🙂
appreciate comments, thanks
Of All The Things He Took From Me
ooooouch
He took my ability to sleep when he pulled me out of bed through the window by my ankle and dragged me into the woods. As a fully grown adult, I still cannot sleep next to a window on the first floor. I cannot sleep near an open window. I hug walls. I instinctively curl up into a fetal position, trying to keep my legs out of his reach. I still have the same nightmares I had then; the nightmares really happened. Sleep is when we are most vulnerable. He took advantage of that vulnerability. He took my sleep.
He took my security. He took away the concept that when you are in your family’s home in your own bed, you are safe. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere is safe. There is no place on earth that arm cannot reach, even if it only exists in my fears now. I never…
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1/4 Inch Short
good writing, good mom though suffering. rest mom
At the art show with his awesome bird
April 2014
I ran into a friend at the kindergarten art show late last week.
“How’ve you been?” she asked.
“Ugh. I have shingles.”
She started to laugh a little.
“You know, I was just saying to T. that I have all these friends who do so much. I just don’t know how they do it. I used you as an example. I can barely keep a ball and a half in the air, and you do so much! How’d you do it, I wondered.”
“Yup. Shingles. That’s how I do it.”
“Ha! Yes! Shingles!” she cheerfully replied.
It’s been that kind of week, a week where it’s sometimes a funny thing. You know, “I got shingles!! On my lady bits!! Hahahaha. Right?! Who knew that could happen?! Hahahaha.”
Because anything that rhymes with Pringles and ends up on your lady bits…
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218: Dandelion
I just like the simplicity of this one
Bob Hoskins Passes
so sorry to read this news. He was a terrific actor
Please consider a small pledge! 18 hours left! You ‘ll be in a book!
Rachel’s book is worth a donation. I will give a little, as a friend and fellow starving artist
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/back-to-the-castle/x/6612629
And Happy Birthday to “The Complete Tales from the Edge of the Woods! ”
One year old today & anniversary of the book launch!
Weekly Photo Challenge: On Top
The tree stands strong on top of the rock. Braving the weather, it thrives for many to view its beauty.
Toot My Horn!
just read him. he might make you mad. he will make you laugh.
I smell great!
I love showers.
I love hot water, high volume, high velocity.
The kind of water force where you don’t need soap or a scrunchy and you actually have to brace yourself against the stall to keep from being knocked down.
The blast of H2O just tears the dirt and dead skin off your body, leaving you as pink as a babies butt!
I guess that’s why I only shower twice a week.
Too much of a good thing ruins the stew.
I love the anticipation of seeing my big hunky dirty body in the mirror and know that in a minute or two I will once again be able to see the true color of my skin and eventually I will be able to get a comb thru my hair once again.
I know that I am killing millions of my cells, and its somewhat disturbing to…
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thanks to all, and day umpteen
Here is yet another day’s work. This is the day I added color besides the orange-brown of the coffee. I post it only to show my mistake. I used a lemon yellow which blew my evolving color scheme all to hell.
Therefore, this is how to not be a colorist. Rescue attempt later today.
Further, it ran when I carried into my studio….disaster
cheers
m
latest
Here’s more of the medium is the message, a painting with coffee, grounds, the rest of my sepia ink. It and I have had to rest today, But tomorrow I get in there with more color.
fibromyalgia has taken some of my week
see y’all tomorrow
here’s a coffee and ink with snow start on 140# arches wc paper
discovered painter Rust Cohle
I like the way this person uses color especially
iced coffee
Today I’m making another coffee as medium watercolor; first installment. we have just enough snow left for me to do it again. This time on D’Arches coldpress. wet
okay, WordPress: Here’s what I want
hello, all,
I have recently had trouble with WordPress crashing, over and over. I use it with the app on my iPad, in both Chrome and Safari.
And I upgraded to premium to be to customize a bit.
HEEELLPPP?
and happy 420, Passover and Easter to those inclined
one more crash of wordpress
and I.m….
more coffee
since a lot of folks commented on coffee, snow
here’s a little one. I had spilled coffee on a scrap and drew fellow artist Tom McCobb on it with Inktense pencil. I am taking it to caffeine show next month at The Art Store, Syracuse, NY, US.
thanks for all the compliments
Homage to Spring
I think I may be her doppelgänger?
This digital art veered into a Homage to Spring after I started working on a photo I took of a fig tree coming into leaf at a restaurant where we celebrated the 37th anniversary on Wednesday of when my husband and I met and fell in love at first sight. The eatery was lovely, right beside a small beach and the Mediterranean sea, with the fig tree stretching over our table to I took the photo with the branches silhouetted against a bright, blue sky.
However, then I added an image of a yellow dahlia with light pouring through it, and it suddenly reminded me of how we brighten up in Spring – it’s such a cheerful time of the year after the cold of winter with snow or rain depending on where you live. Here in North Cyprus, we came across a bush full of orange-brown butterflies, the sparrows…
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O is for Old Men #AtoZChallenge
Old men, nice post and WCs
Yes, I recognize
old men
is an odd category for the letter “O”. But there’s nothing that warms my heart more than seeing a happy grandpa on a park bench eating an waffle ice cream cone on a sunny spring day.
Nothing breaks my heart more than seeing an unwanted grandpa shoved into a corner of a nursing home to rot in silence and isolation.
So, I like to paint them.
I like to paint old men with scruffy hair and stories in their wrinkles. It’s my way of taking them out of isolation and giving them a waffle cone.
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