Today I have 8 followers to my blog. I haven't explored how to attract followers. My purpose originally was to leave an electronic record of the genealogy work that my Grandmother began in the 1970's. My family is possibly disinterested, which was the case when Grandma Joy and Ivan Dove began to share their findings with us. I was the one who seemed interested, but mostly I was just being a polite listener. They also traveled about 40 miles a week to grow a garden in our parents yard. This seemed very odd since vegetables were cheap and abundant in the grocery store. I see now that they were trying to set an example for us. There were 8 of us counting Angelique who is now deceased. My parents always had a big garden and my mother canned. These are practically lost arts. I am not sure what exactly has caused me to wake up and pay attention to how things are going. A lot of tragedy I guess. There are now 5 of us. I know my sister in Coshocton grows a garden and cans. I think she is paying attention. Perhaps one day some of my living siblings will become followers of this blog. If and when they do, they will find the charts from both the Hendershot and the Of'laherty's. I continue my Grandmothers work.
I am looking forward to my woodcarving class today. This guy in the picture is Doctor (PhD) Delphi. One of his many degrees is in macro biology. He loves teaching, and he is one of the few people that I know that know industrial civilization is in peril. And even though he has difficulty hearing, he is paying attention.
I have been having a great time watching a squirrel family come in out of the hole in the maple tree. They have babies I believe that mom and pop squirrel have 3 babies. I have not been able to get them all in one photo. They are so much more entertaining than TV. I think they have been watching me too.
I will be casting my next project. My client wants a 2 inch key with a heart top. I am not sure how to approach the project but I do have a stone that I cut for my x that I didn't have an opportunity to set. It makes me sad to see it, so I may as well use it and get on with life. The stone is Rhodochrosite, a rare stone that I have had in my toolbox for over 20 years.
This has been a great project from the original vintage hubcap transformed into art. Thanks to everyone who helped me stay focused. I am sending this out Monday afternoon. It is titled The Crack Between The Worlds. This will be part of a traveling show and book about the project called Landfillart.com. It has been very difficult to do this piece with my injured hand, but I couldn't just not do it. For those of you who are not familiar with "the crack between the worlds", it comes from A Separate Reality The Teachings Of Don Juan written by Carlos Castaneda whom I chose as my pseudonym. There really is no better description for the way that I have come to see things. There is agreed upon reality, and there is this separate reality. The role of the artist is to be able to exist in both realms. The Crack Between The Worlds is the space in between.
I found this on The Kunstlercast Forum. It is a creative way to keep your home...but keeping up with the Jone's takes a crazy spin. I wish I could say this was a joke but here is the pitch. We're looking for houses to paint. In fact, paint is an understatement. We're looking for homes to turn into billboards. In exchange, we'll pay your mortgage every month for as long as your house remains painted Here are a few things we're looking for. You must own your home. It cannot be rented or leased. We'll paint the entire outside of the house, minus the roof, the windows and any awnings. Painting will take approximately 3 - 5 days. Your house must remain painted for at least three months and may be extended up to a year. If, for any reason, you decide to cancel after three months or if we cancel the agreement with you, we'll repaint your house back to the original colors. If you're prepared for the bright colors and stares from neighbors just complete the submission form below. We review every submission. If your home meets our criteria, an Adzookie team member will contact you.
I am working on my Huichol wheel this weekend. So I am going to put some music on and try to turn down the volume of "verbal" for awhile. I need to add a cat and a fish today. Maybe an oil rig, or nuke plant...LOL. This has to be finished very soon. My injured hand is slowing me down! I may not blog tomorrow...as I am mentally going to Mexico and might not be back for awhile.
Small farmers are suing Monsanto. Talk about a purely evil corporation! Monsanto has been launching lawsuits all over the planet in order to push out the small farmer and to patent life. This will no doubt slow them down a wee bit.
Yesterday April 5th it snowed. This is not much of a Forsythia bush, and not much of a snow. But it is the 3rd snow after the Forsythia. It counts! I wrote about this last yearwhen I still lived in Clintonville.
I have been struggling since February 2nd with the pain in my hand. I have taken the use of my hands for granted. My whole life and existence is dependent on the use of both my hands. Activism as opposed to donothingism is my whole gig. Yesterday, a nurse looked at my right hand and told me she thought it might be broken. If that is true I certainly have done a lot with a broken hand. I have made feathers, cleaned litter boxes, driven my truck, carried groceries, made my bed, washed and folded my clothes,...the list is endless. I have done these daily chores in pain and in hopes that each day I would heal a little more. Two Sundays ago I went to drum practice and drummed for 2 hours. That is what has aggravated the swelling and pain. I am planning on putting in a garden as soon as the weather breaks. I need my hand back.
I fell on the ice February 2nd trying to put brake fluid in my truck. My keys were firmly clutched in my right hand and when I fell on it the keys made an impression. If only I had the presence of mind to drop them I would have been able to break my fall and possibly I would be healed up by now. This life seems to be a series of decisions based on the ability to let things go and other times to be able to hang on. Hopefully I will know which action to take from now on.
Several years ago I started a website called Got Seeds? Nothing ever really happened with it. I did manage to get some seeds last fall from my X prior to our estranged parting. I have been getting some seed packets each time I visit the hardware store and my nearby IGA. Both stores have seed displays from a local company called Livingston Seed Company that has been operating since 1850.
I patiently planted some tomatoes and some hot peppers as well as some more basil in early February when the snow and ice were flying. I am pleased to see that some of the little plants have shown up in last years pots, and am anxious to replant them outside. Outside needs to decide to be warmer! Perhaps today's rain will soften up the ground so that I can get out there with a a hoe and trowel and put the rest of my garden in as well as my little plants that have survived February and March in the confines of my bay window. My shovel has a big slit in it and is being repaired. This will be my very first garden, although I did try to learn from my X. My very first job was selling seeds door to door to raise money for Perry Elementary School.
I missed wood carving on Monday because I had a HEAP appointment. Here is a MC Escher type project that I would like to try sometime. Right now I don't have the wood to spare as I want to repair my bird feeder and make bird and bat houses with my wood. If I made something like this, I would have difficulty finding a place to put it.
Even though I am not a hoarder, I find that I don't have space for "knick knacks'. I have to really think about my possessions and only keep what I am planning to use.
My thoughts are with my friend Louise B. today as she drives Roxanne to Iowa to visit her parents. Roxanne is the author of the book Struck Down But Not Destroyed.I have not had the privilege of meeting Roxanne yet. I hope to someday in the future. She is a real special lady. Both women are to be commended for their lust for life.