Look: The Other Way

Intimidated by distraction, I look the other way and notice that the desk top of my computer is wavy beyond the water surface now playing. The screen is getting on in age (for such an item), and the wear is starting to tear my attentions away from the subject at hand, over my knuckles, down my fingers and pressed upon the keys to unlock your tentative awareness that we are speaking on the same page, but listening to different views of its regard. I feign indifference at whatever it was that held my focus and move forward into the night, hard at the easy feel of the Sunday evening blues. I finished two of the three spherical ornamentals I’ve been working on (as well as a spur-of-the-moment black and white ball to actually use to play ping-pong, as an experiment of sorts), titled, respectively, Mushball Land and Flower Bulb according to the subject matter of their artwork. I can only do a bit at a time on the third ball as I’m using metallic gel pens and sparkle pens for the stars, which take longer to dry than the markers. You know how that goes, when your sparkle casts bright upon the sharp stage of awareness and things are looking good, until it is noticed that there are smudges tracked all across the floor of your theatrical vehicle because you are actually all wet… but that’s another story.
Which must mean that it’s pizza time! Let me fire up the oven, unwrap the frozen (fresh, I’m sure) delight, stick it in the cooker, set the timer and come back for a quick peck at these chicken scratchings of communication while you are reading the entire preceding. Did I catch you looking the other way, too? Okay, I’ll wait for you here.
Caught up yet? Good: there ‘s the timer; pizza’s done and I’m hungry. Would you care for some? Help yourself. I have only snacked so far today, so it’s good to get a well rounded meal, which I prefer to square pizzas… something about the corners, I suppose. Since I’m not standing on formality (I’m sitting in my chair), I will just feed right in to the moment and help myself ( I’m tired of waiting to see if you are going to help YOURself ) to dine on this delectably dairied disc. Cheers.
Mushball-Flowerbulb

Fancy Meeting You Here

Racing from one dilemma to another, my life puts me up in the air and is not too coy about letting me drop flat on my literary face with you as the substance I encounter. Greetings, but maybe I should be somewhere else? I am attempting to navigate my financial way through the turbulent channels of day to day flow, not having the capacity to hold my breath for the scary parts much longer. That is par for this course, if you would prefer another course, please see the attendant at the other end of the line, and he will be able to assist you in your needs.
Meanwhile, for those of us who are following me through thick and thin, like an hour glass metronome, the situation is becoming entirely partial to the fun-filled amusement perk of stress and strife. The rides make me dizzy and the cost is more than I can bear, so I am furiously (yet still with an eye toward smiling) producing my ping-pong ball ornamentals in hopes that they will catch the attentions of local society. I’m taking a dinner break for lunch late in the evening right now, so I thought I’d catch me up on all the things you haven’t been reading about, at least not here. I am putting more detail on some of these balls, and although it thus adds to the over-all time in production, the result is to create a more interesting and (hopefully) desirable ornamental object. Any more mac and cheese? If not, I gotta get back to the drawing board. This is Saturday night and I’ve got a lot riding on the efforts I put into my work, so pardon my abrupt transition to change my spheres of influence, but that’s the way the artwork bounces. Bend an ear and try one on. I’ll read you later.

Under Construction

Under Construction

Time Bounces On

Parameters of awareness butt up against a wall of uncertainty composed of deceptions, lies and irresponsibility, some mine and some not. I am boxed. But, am I boxed in or boxed out? My hopes listen for the music of appreciation and involvement, my ears ring with (another) great potential as the day keeps moving on, bringing my night ever closer. The light to my life steps toward the sunset with the steady cadence of years and I struggle to maintain the vision I employ as guide to the dreams I once held to be my life’s direction. The dark that hides before me does not reveal where it may lie, but there it is, plainly displayed for anyone to see. What has happened to my sure and destined course, where have my actions taken my time and what results do I offer to the history of reality? The air grows cold as the day plods to evening, the thickness of life’s pressures stress the structure of my emotions and puts bite to the encompassing atmosphere of relationships which had hithertofore given strength and stability, but now offer little else than token acknowledgement, finding me lost in the ever thicking frozen fog. I lift my view and breathe another vision into your waiting eyes, bouncing the followed ball and giving the ear a ring worth listening to see. Perhaps this idea will hit the bell on the noggin and hold appeal to tone regards upon my efforts. See?

Mirrored Ornamental Ball Day-Night Flowers

Mirrored Ornamental Ball Day-Night Flowers

Bouncing Eggs, or The Great Roll Reversal Caper

I face the day and the myriad realms of future that lay available to my intent, wondering by what measure do I choose an action to put into play some of these potential realities and cause the others to vanish forever, or become altered to fit their own viability in continued opportunities presented. My creative output has taken a(nother) promising direction in what began as Christmas gifts for my family and has now become the focus of my efforts to touch the eyes of admiration and desire. A simple concept with a fair amount of work involved for the (monetary) return I get. I use this possibility to (further) inspire and stimulate creative effort and production. I had the realization last evening that I seem to work with much more dedication at my  chosen profession (artist and writer) when I am counting on it to produce income, than when I was more able to sustain myself with the mundanium of daily employment and be creative for my own enjoyment or for a specific commission. I fight for my stability in this cold society, I struggle to find the means to maintain and survive without losing what little I have. My belief in myself, reinforced by the expressed admiration (and financial remuneration) of those who enjoy my work, sustains my spirit and enables me to continue to produce works of beauty and wonder that give pleasure to the eye and stimulate the imagination. I have been busy with my new endeavor and am slowly building a stockpile of products to offer for sale at an art show next weekend (the monthly second Saturday show at the Lost Artist’s Colony in Chicago.) I am going to put forth what energies I can toward this effort, and will thus be less able to write… not that I am prolific in that at all. Maintaining these (3) blogs is to be hampered by my more immediate financial considerations, but that’s the way the winds of necessity are blowing for the moment. If you (that’s you, reading these words) actually read my words (see?), and if you enjoy them, and if you look forward to reading more, then I apologize in advance for the lack of volume to come in the next space of days. But hey, we all need to communicate in whatever way we can and right now my drawing/ creating of earrings/ornaments is speaking the loudest. My many creative inspirations make it difficult to work on all my creative inspirations!

My day has been faced and I am freer (funny looking word. eh?) from considered social conditions than I had been yesterday. I do not comprehend the ramifications of this yet, but my perceptions will evolve with the circumstance. Meanwhile, I continue to push on and hope to find a smile to share along the way. See you there?

Mushrooms in the round!

Mushrooms in the round!

Flower Pong Ball ornament

Flower Pong Ball ornament