The process of filling a
4 years ago on TTaT: How many posts does it take to start a road trip?, The Last Day is just the Beginning (part 2)
08 August 2010
Sketchbook, page 41
(Other pages)
The process of filling a120 60 page sketchbook and posting it all by year's end continues:
p.21 Bridgman's Book of 100 Hands
4 years ago on TTaT: How many posts does it take to start a road trip?, The Last Day is just the Beginning (part 2)
The process of filling a
4 years ago on TTaT: How many posts does it take to start a road trip?, The Last Day is just the Beginning (part 2)
07 August 2010
06 August 2010
Life of Art SitRep #26
A series to mark what I did to further my pursuit of a life sustained by my art each week. Committing to these posts is a commitment to action, because to have content for them, I have to do something. Every week. If you have any sort of goal you're pursuing, feel free to share your efforts of the past week in the comments. Or encouragement, that's good too.
What did you do to pursue the life you want this week?
A year ago on TTaT: Detective work
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This week, I - Shot 510 photos.
- Tweeted, FB'd (now blogged) t-shirt sale:
15% off t-shirts in my shop until August 8, 2010 11:59pm PT. Shirts are available in a variety of styles and colors:
http://www.zazzle.com/rocklawnarts*/tshirts
Use code: BTSRULESHIRT - Prepped cropped and uncropped versions of Golden Fountain Water and started prepping Golden Fountain Water 2.
- Created a variety of customizable Golden Fountain Water products: t-shirts, card, postcard, poster, binder, tie, men's low top Keds sneaker, women's slip on Keds shoe, magnet, stamps, buttons, stickers, bumper sticker, mug, bags, apron, and keychain:
A simple vertical spray of water disrupts the water in the basin of the fountain. Aside from the rust-colored water return and small bit of pipe at the top right of the photograph, the image appears to be a Post-Impressionist painting, wavy lines of oil paint in various shades of gold, near blacks, and blues. If you could just stand a little further back, you know you would be able to discern what it is.
There's that little bit of pipe again though, a reminder that you're actually looking at ripples of fountain water illuminated by late afternoon sun. But who else might have stared at light patterns on disturbed water? Studied them, been inspired by them? My mind conjures Vincent Van Gogh.
Ever since I went to New Mexico and saw that the mountains are just like the multi-colored ones Georgia O'Keeffe painted, I've been on the lookout for clues. What inspired the artist to render his or her work in that particular way? What would I have to see, if I had no knowledge of the artist, to be inspired to create work of a similar style? When I find a possible answer, like the water in this photograph, I get excited. - Tweeted/FB'd Golden Fountain Water products link.
- Reordered quick create checklist to order products seem to show up in every time.
- Added Crane and Counterweight link to post A follow up of sorts in which the image appears.
- Went to outdoor sculpture show.
- Changed TTaT blog design. (Again.)
- Read 2 more LIP 12 week challenge posts.
- Renamed photo folders with simplified date and subject for better archiving. Same approach I use for negatives.
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What did you do to pursue the life you want this week?
A year ago on TTaT: Detective work
05 August 2010
I will learn how to ask for what I want yet
When your hairdresser tells the next person to walk in she'll be with him in five minutes when she hasn't even begun to cut your hair, it's a little disconcerting.
I did finally get the back of my hair cut up to where I wanted it on the first try. (Some hairdressers just really don't believe you even when you use gestures.) She was a bit overzealous with the rest unfortunately. My directions were pretty clear, but she was on a mission. She only had five minutes after all.
Also, I must remember that when someone asks, "Do you want it over the ears?" it could mean two things: 1. hair long enough to hang over one's ears, or 2. hair short enough it does not cover one's ears. I should have said, "I like to have it long enough so that I can pull it behind my ears."
I know I was perfectly clear about the front. Next time I must be more emphatic. She cut a bit off, held it up, and asked if it was the right amount. I knew it was too much but since she'd already started cutting, I felt on the hook, y'know? Next time I won't worry about having a shorter section in the mix.
I wonder how long it will take for my curls to reform on the sides. They are sort of cut in half at present, lying flat in places and winging out in others. Not enough, however, to make a pleasant-looking disarray. My curls have been amputated!
To add insult to injury, this was the first time in 20 years of having stray grey hairs that I looked at the locks plummeting onto the cape in front of me and thought, "Fuck, that's a lot of grey."
Ah well.
In a month or two, the front and sides should be how I like them. Then only the back will be too long. For now, at least it will keep me definition 1 cool.
A year ago on TTaT: Gettin' My Groove On... (vol. v)
I did finally get the back of my hair cut up to where I wanted it on the first try. (Some hairdressers just really don't believe you even when you use gestures.) She was a bit overzealous with the rest unfortunately. My directions were pretty clear, but she was on a mission. She only had five minutes after all.
Also, I must remember that when someone asks, "Do you want it over the ears?" it could mean two things: 1. hair long enough to hang over one's ears, or 2. hair short enough it does not cover one's ears. I should have said, "I like to have it long enough so that I can pull it behind my ears."
I know I was perfectly clear about the front. Next time I must be more emphatic. She cut a bit off, held it up, and asked if it was the right amount. I knew it was too much but since she'd already started cutting, I felt on the hook, y'know? Next time I won't worry about having a shorter section in the mix.
I wonder how long it will take for my curls to reform on the sides. They are sort of cut in half at present, lying flat in places and winging out in others. Not enough, however, to make a pleasant-looking disarray. My curls have been amputated!
To add insult to injury, this was the first time in 20 years of having stray grey hairs that I looked at the locks plummeting onto the cape in front of me and thought, "Fuck, that's a lot of grey."
Ah well.
In a month or two, the front and sides should be how I like them. Then only the back will be too long. For now, at least it will keep me definition 1 cool.
A year ago on TTaT: Gettin' My Groove On... (vol. v)
04 August 2010
I'm not going to apologize
Dinner at Panera's was pretty quiet this evening. Well, our table was. I was eating with a husband and wife; she rarely lets anyone get a word in. Just a half hour previously, she was monopolizing the conversation as usual.
Without her streaming chatter, I realized just how quiet it could be. I asked the husband a couple of questions and he gave simple answers. I asked the wife a couple of things, but all I got were curt single word replies or nonverbal nods or head shakes.
I couldn't think of anything I'd done to offend her, so I thought, I wonder if her throat's sore. ... Maybe she's just really hungry?
I gave up on trying to maintain the conversation and decided to enjoy the silence for what it was, an unusual respite.
When we were back in the car, the banter picked up a bit, and I tried to ask a question for clarification.
"Don't speak for me, Claire," she said with a snotty inflection as we turned out of the lot.
So that's what this is about. I was dismayed because it meant she was angry with me and her quietness at dinner was some sort of sulking or intended punishment for me.
As we continued the ride back, I discerned her other complaint. It really annoys her when I ask her to explain pieces of her stories. She has a habit of launching in without segue or context. At any moment, she could be relaying the plot of a novel, an article from the newspaper or CNN, or tales about individuals I may or may not know. Add to this her excessive use of unidentified pronouns and perhaps you understand my dilemma.
To make matters worse, sometimes I just don't clearly hear her first sentence. No matter how I ask her to repeat it, she says something different or launches into a lengthy explanation when all I want is to know 3 or 4 words I missed. That's probably frustrating for her in part because she may not recall what those initial words are.
What I've surmised at this point is that there are an awful lot of assumptions her husband must be making during her stories, if he's paying attention to them at all, because his hearing and listening skills are poor.
The irony is how often the wife goes on about her sister not listening to her or delivering monologues to her that cannot be interrupted. "She has in mind what she wanted to tell me, and it doesn't matter if I already know it."
Sigh. Pot, Kettle, Kettle, Pot.
Though it's counterintuitive, the solution seems to be: have less concern for understanding what she's saying. She does not appear to have any interest in dialogue anyway. Less questions, less details. More time for me to think about other things, I suppose.
Because I'm not going to apologize for standing up for my voice when it's attributed to words or actions I do not condone. And I'm not going to apologize for asking questions so that I can understand something better. Not going to happen.
It may be quiet for a while.
3 years ago on TTaT: It doesn't seem right, but it's true
Without her streaming chatter, I realized just how quiet it could be. I asked the husband a couple of questions and he gave simple answers. I asked the wife a couple of things, but all I got were curt single word replies or nonverbal nods or head shakes.
I couldn't think of anything I'd done to offend her, so I thought, I wonder if her throat's sore. ... Maybe she's just really hungry?
I gave up on trying to maintain the conversation and decided to enjoy the silence for what it was, an unusual respite.
When we were back in the car, the banter picked up a bit, and I tried to ask a question for clarification.
"Don't speak for me, Claire," she said with a snotty inflection as we turned out of the lot.
So that's what this is about. I was dismayed because it meant she was angry with me and her quietness at dinner was some sort of sulking or intended punishment for me.
On the way to dinner, we'd been talking about portable phones. I asked, "Does it make a difference how far away from its base it is?" I was trying to troubleshoot a recent problem I'd had with the phone from the basement while I'd been using it on the second floor.
The husband said, "No, the only base that matters is the main one in the kitchen."
"We know that already," chastised the wife.
"I was just trying to clarify," he said.
The wife was saying something else, but I interrupted to say, "That is what I was asking. I didn't know that. Don't speak for me." My tone was not snotty, but I'm sure it sounded abrupt because I was trying to get a frakkin' word in. She did not seem in the least to notice that she had criticized him sharply over something trivial. I did not want to be lumped in with her in that instance.
As we continued the ride back, I discerned her other complaint. It really annoys her when I ask her to explain pieces of her stories. She has a habit of launching in without segue or context. At any moment, she could be relaying the plot of a novel, an article from the newspaper or CNN, or tales about individuals I may or may not know. Add to this her excessive use of unidentified pronouns and perhaps you understand my dilemma.
To make matters worse, sometimes I just don't clearly hear her first sentence. No matter how I ask her to repeat it, she says something different or launches into a lengthy explanation when all I want is to know 3 or 4 words I missed. That's probably frustrating for her in part because she may not recall what those initial words are.
What I've surmised at this point is that there are an awful lot of assumptions her husband must be making during her stories, if he's paying attention to them at all, because his hearing and listening skills are poor.
The irony is how often the wife goes on about her sister not listening to her or delivering monologues to her that cannot be interrupted. "She has in mind what she wanted to tell me, and it doesn't matter if I already know it."
Sigh. Pot, Kettle, Kettle, Pot.
Though it's counterintuitive, the solution seems to be: have less concern for understanding what she's saying. She does not appear to have any interest in dialogue anyway. Less questions, less details. More time for me to think about other things, I suppose.
Because I'm not going to apologize for standing up for my voice when it's attributed to words or actions I do not condone. And I'm not going to apologize for asking questions so that I can understand something better. Not going to happen.
It may be quiet for a while.
3 years ago on TTaT: It doesn't seem right, but it's true
03 August 2010
01 August 2010
Sketchbook, page 40
(Other pages)
The process of filling a120 60 page sketchbook and posting it all by year's end continues:
p.19 Bridgman's Book of 100 Hands
A year ago on TTaT: Summer, as seen by the bear
The process of filling a
A year ago on TTaT: Summer, as seen by the bear
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