Friday, August 26, 2016

A Letter About Jeremiah and Mud Slinging

I get to imagine what Erin's finished pieces might look like if I were allowed to color them. An olive green came to mind with this one, and the word amphora, although it does not have handles. But, if I were in the ancient days when clay was all there was, there'd be no color at all, unless I were married to a wealthy merchant. Keep in mind these are my imaginings. But do note the strong wrists. Oh, my. What I wouldn't give . . .

I'd have filled in this crossword puzzle before it ever wound up as a mat for mud-made objet d'art. Then I wouldn't mind. White for the big mouth? Yes, white. A lovely stark white meant to make peonies pop; perhaps tulips? What do you see? 

Last night she sent a video of a potter making a donut. The wheel is hypnotic. All that spinning flung inner gray energy to the far-and-away place where light comes from and dissipates anything opposite. 

I've never worked a potter's wheel but nothing prevented me from improvising. And, still being in an Olympics state of mind made this little drawing that much more fun. Note the green on the olive oil jar? I get to have so much fun! 

I wasn't sold on the highlighted text until now. Not the parts about Jeremiah; I meant the name and address. The parts excerpted from the book of Jeremiah seemed appropriate; worth reflecting on:  This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord:  Go down to the potter's house, and there I will give you a message. So I went down to the potter's house . . .

. . . and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.

"Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hands . . ."

This is my coolest envelope to date. 

Friday, August 19, 2016

Olympics Mail Homage

Confined to bed, learning to find good in being in recovery mode, and being glued to the television because you are crazy for the Olympics Games, the idea of capturing my own versions of events seemed like a grand idea. So I'm sketching to beat the end while the games are winding down. I have sketches to color of drawings I did for the sake of needing to draw. You know what I mean. It's known as multitasking. You won't be surprised by what you can do when you feel guilty over spending so much time watching tv. 

 I had to do pole vaulting. It's about as close to flying as an athlete can get without doing an Icarus. I still remember my Greek Mythology but a quick refresher via Google has convinced me to buy yet another copy of the mythologies. What I remember of the story is Icarus wanting to fly. I forgot about the labyrinth. The story combines myth with actual facts. Did you know? Poor Icarus. He should have listened to his daddy. I wonder if his daddy waited until winter to try flying again. I mean he could have tried again on a blustery,cold, sunless day. You know. Because the was wouldn't melt? Get it? (sigh)

That commercial with kids in a backyard pool playing Maro Polo was stuck in my head, so I couldn't resist a little play on . . . Never mind. I wonder who came up with the different events for the original games. I like the story about the fire starters. Fire bearers? What happened if it rained? You know the fire had to go out a few times. Ah, myth! The stuff of dreams and blog posts. 



Too bad the gold pole doesn't show well here. In my way of thinking, anyone who clears the painted bamboo poles is a winner. Oh, wait. That's the idea of pole vaulting! But anyway . . . Mail went out today despite more rain. 



Saturday, August 13, 2016

Olympics Fever

We're watching a lot of the Olympics these days and nights. Trying to keep abreast of my incoming mail isn't as difficult as one might think since a lap desk makes writing keeping-in-touch-while-the-Games-are-on mail enjoyable interludes. Flow's letter-in-an-envelope pages are ideal for such breaks. I never imagined using them when Flow first presented them. They just seem too small for American mail. I still worry that the Mangler will turn them into confetti, so please let me know if these itty bitty letters survive. I'll try to keep a list of who gets them. I'll be much obliged for a timely response. 

Guess what! It's raining!!! There's a storm around us. It's blessing us with little driblets of rain; every drop counts here. Satellite fails--meaning there's no Olympic moments to eyeball--speaking of which, mine are dry from too much awe and too few blinks. We can use a respite. And what do I do? I write blog posts. I should be doing laundry. The house needs a good vacuum. The fridge needs cleaning. So does my work area. All in due time. 

I want to tell you about this so bad I cannot wait. The Flow letter-in-an-envelope creates a 3-D effect that's so cool you want to share. The gray shadows really do make the images, ink and stamp pop. Wow! It's pouring! I wonder if the old gray man is snoring? Gotta go catch some rain! WTYL! (write to you later!)


Friday, August 12, 2016

Oh My Goodness & a Red Semi-Colon!

Don't you just like the back of an envelope? They're a lot like a human back. Each one is unique, enjoys a rub (with an eraser), wants to be admired, and loves going places. Backs always follow fronts though. Do you think they mind? When you get an envelope in the mail do you flip it after noting who it's from? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. It all depends.  

JC checked out this envelope's front after I made him look at let him see the back. He asked me, "Did you do all the drawings?" I didn't know what to think. So I said nothing. I'm glad I remember to take photos of the mail I send, otherwise I'd wonder too often: When's the last time I wrote to __________? Is there a pattern to my envelope art? Has my style changed? Improved? JC asks different questions of me. This time he asked if the semi-colon's story was inside the envelope. I think I lied and said yes. Or did I? Tonight I Googled "red semi-colon"because Shel Silverstein came to mind. He was loud. Did he have one first? Or was the thought my own? If periods are red, why not a semi-colon? Google it and be surprised. Now dress up your own back! And grin. :D