It is close to being finished. I still need to prowl around and find some framing material. I got another color of green yesterday due to the kindness of a neighbor. I think some more definition of the old maple tree needs to come into play...in direct sunlight, and who knows what might be revealed to me upon closer inspection of the neighbors flower beds....LOL. I would so love to get another glimpse of their cat. I am ready to put this painting aside and work on something else. Now at least I have some paintings to decorate my home.
It is hard to believe that the weather was so nice last November when I took the shot of the neighbors cat in the front window of the painting I am working on this year. This morning I went on a hunt in my vast photo files. I knew I had taken the picture sometime last summer. I was wrong apparently. In all fairness, cats in windows have been a constant theme. It seems like no matter where I go, I see them. They see me. Perhaps, I didn't download my pictures until November, because the leaves on the old tree seem very green for November. Technology doesn't lie, does it?
Now Syd's World is looking out the window from a cats perspective.
The sun was uncooperative again today, so I worked from dawn till noon in my studio. Perhaps tomorrow will be sunny and warm. I look forward to a day with full sun. I am still hopelessly low on Hookers Green. There are other areas in the painting I can work on until I can finance the greens I need to finish.
This is a shot I took in early spring before the mighty tree was cut down. I am still searching for the photo I took with the family cat in the front window.
The Green House On Eddy Street is coming along today. It was not nice enough to work outside, so I set up in the lightest place in my house...my studio.
There is not enough natural light today to really zero in on the painting. I concentrated on placing my neighbors lovely planters, moved the peach door slightly, and added the attic windows that I took out yesterday to change the angle of the peak of the roof. They have a fascinating front porch. It is very welcoming.
My studio is set up for metal working, so trying to paint in there is very forced and very cramped. Maybe tomorrow will be a nicer day, and I can take it back outside. I am out of green, and there is no green on the horizon until the 1st when I get my monthly check. I proceed one step forward, two steps back.
Art class ended early today, as my neighbor cat decided to move her kittens underneath my front porch. Of course my landlord will have kittens herself if she sees the new tenants....Pun intended. Syd has not discovered the new family yet. Who knows how he will take the news. Cats like me. Sometimes I wish it wasn't so.
Yesterday was so lovely. So I set up outside for a couple hours and started adding color and depth. By last evening the Green House On Eddy Street looked a little better. It was so nice to work outside...that is until school let out.
So little light, and so little time with the light...sigh
Today, I started adding the foliage to the most recently started painting. The owners have the original drawing, and I am working from a scan. My art students are learning in leaps and bounds. This summer, they have watched and influenced Syd's World which I intend to finish up when they go to Hilton Head on vacation. It has been my intention, to show them as much as I can in anticipation of sunny beaches, and water scenes. Hopefully, they will take many pictures as they see how I work both with photos and plein air painting style. My house was empty of canvas's after I put my paintings on display at Don & Sue's Pizza, so I decided to start more art, while zeroing in on my commission. Hopefully, I will finish the commission, get it to it's new location and owner, and still have plenty of started canvas's to work on this fall and winter.
Syd's World is hanging in my living room, ready to be snatched off the wall, and put back up on the easel as more images emerge. I can see a pair of boots on a register, under the coat. A muffler. The door handle. Tiles in the bathroom, and another book on the nightstand. Who knows what else will reveal itself to me, as I work without planning art lessons, and miss my little art students.
I hate these books. If I could, I would take them out of our local library. Unfortunately, it is against the law to do that. And, I believe, they were put in to replace perfectly wonderful books that actually were stolen. So anyway....I did write a perfectly good short story about the case of the vanishing books. What I did not consider when I was writing that was that "they" might actually replace those vanishing books with other books. So now....I have to completely rethink that whole short story...which I always intended to have a sequel. In case you didn't get my first short story. Here it is. Maybe you have some ideas about how I can resolve this story.
The Case Of The Vanishing Books
Once upon a time there was a small town that had a
great library. The library was so great that it had to expand, hire
new, more advanced and educated help. At the time of the move and
expansion there was a great upgrade from the old system (card
catalog) to the new digital system (computerized everything).
there lurked in the small town a group of frightened souls who
loathed and feared the contents of the library and vowed to try to
censure the books as the books contained enlightenment that would
expose the corrupt dark souls and their methodology. So the dark
souls devised a way to remove certain books that contained certain
enlightenment’s from the library one by one, year after year
yielding about 2000 books a year. For 15 years they remained
undetected and were confident that they were removing books faster
than the new books of enlightenment could come into the library, or
even be written. Some of the townsfolk noticed the missing books.
They were given various semi-plausible explanations that only now
seems lame. It was easy to remove and discard these books as more
and more of the townsfolk became enamored and preoccupied with
computers and the digital virtual world.
carefully removed these books by stealing them and systematically
discarding them through volunteers as well as patrons. The volunteers
became staff. It became more streamline to remove the books of
enlightenment as the staff hired on more dark souls, and more dark
souls volunteered year after year. There was a continuum. They
took the books to an undisclosed location in a nearby village to
prepare them for a great burning.
is written that “wicked witches were invented by frightened men”.
Any books written about and by witches had to be removed from the
library in order for the frightened men to sleep at night. After the
witch books were safely removed the frightened men realized that they
were still afraid, even when they were awake…and even in broad
daylight! It became clear to them that the witches themselves needed
to be removed. Systematically, year after year the frightened men
and their women began hunting and trapping local witches, psychics,
mid-wives, druids, and sorcerers. Still they were afraid and so they
began hunting in larger circles covering more area. Burning books
and eliminating people became sport in the small town and nearby
towns as well. They extended and expanded to international
territories. Fires around the world were aglow.
were also to be feared and therefor removed from these towns, their
books removed from the library shelves. Children's books were
vanishing. Imaginary fiction like Harry Potter and Mrs.
Pigglewiggles magic gone…leaving the big bad wolf and red ridding
hood…so that fear could be cultivated in their young. Books on
birth control and even law books were threatening to these frightened
people. It was rationalized that people who would try to study law
might undermine the frightened mens legal system. And it was
rationalized that a woman who would seek natural childbirth and
attempt to take control of her own body threatened the local medical
establishment. This was more frightening to both the frightened men
and their women because they needed to control the genealogy of the
whole town to try and protect themselves from the outcomes of their
and their childrens mistakes in judgment. Indeed the children and
teenagers began lacking good judgment because their choices (books
and friends) had been limited and censored. Critical thinking skills
were no longer allowed to be taught in the schools of fright. The
frightened men knew better than to carelessly interact with the gene
pool but had occasional mistakes in their judgment as well. Mistakes
had to be corrected at all costs lest their be too much diversity in
the frightened men and womens lineage.
about the earth and the environment were heavily scrutinized as they
might propose ideas that the frightened people were so afraid of as
they might lose income that derived from the pillaging and pollution
of the planet. Any book that suggested that man kind was murdering
the earth was a threat to the frightened people who were of course
murdering mother earth in addition to their other crimes. And even
though homosexuality and bisexuality were a common thing in nature,
the frightened people were afraid of it. Period. It was not enough
to eliminate books about this subject. The frightened people were
hungry for the hunt. Everybody knows that faggots make the best
kindling for the fires for witch and book burning. It finally became
legal for gays to serve in the military. They were groomed for the
front lines of course. It was a eugenic decision as were most of the
decisions made by the frightened people in the frightening town.
and equal rights became scarce as the books continued to vanish along
with some of the townsfolk. Anyone different or with different ideas
were marked for future bon fires. These “occultic” actions
continue to this day unnoticed by most, but becoming apparent to
others. It is clear that something has to be done to help the
frightened people get over their fright. When everyone and every
book is gone and the only ones left are the other frightened souls,
they might just start being scared to death of each other and their
own dark shadows.
is a work in progress. It has already happened. Part 2 will be
about how the books that have been removed, get replaced. I have
some ideas about that:)
So...around here in Nerk Ahia (Newark Ohio) we have this totem pole erected for the simple purpose of preventing future floods. I kinda believe the story. But see how it is hidden inside the industry, freeway overpass etc. This is equivalent to the Georgia Guidestones at the very least. Only someone like me, that was curious about them could tell you the story about this monument. Most people will never pass through Newark and know about this. Now if you are a Bible Thumper....then you would have to agree that Newark....translates to New Ark....correct. As it happens, if you read a book on the history of our town.....it really comes down to a linguistic translation. New Ark. Now....why would you need to build an ark.....could it be, that there is going to be a flood? There was a terrible flood in New Ark in like 1959, and that totem pole was erected to prevent future floods. I know that history. Sorry for my local paper, and for any civic groups that don't think that site is sacred. I am doing a painting about that "occultic" and hidden spot. Yes, the landscape is very ugly. That is by design.
I spent the morning installing my rain barrel. Now all I need is a 15 minute downpour, and I will be ready to water my garden. Up until now, I have been filling juice jugs at the faucet, and carrying water 1/2 gallon at a time. It has been labor intensive, and it has hiked my water bill besides. I can now catch the rain which is free. My plants were free, the dirt was free, and my crop will be very economical. Several years ago, my partner and I started a web site called got rain?. I notice, that site gets several hundred hits through Facebook each month. Please visit my site, and give it a thumbs up if you have the time. Some states have made it illegal to catch the rain water. Thankfully, in our county, the local extension office offers workshops for $55, to show folks how to make a rain barrel. Hopefully, if it is legal for the extension office to do it, then it is legal for me to do it. Keep your fingers crossed for me dearest readers. I do put a cap of bleach in the barrel to kill mosquito larva.
Perhaps the condemned Dentist who killed Cecil the Lion should be put into a stadium where such contests have happened in ancient times. He could be armed with dental tools, and up against the great beasts he gets such pleasure in hunting. Tickets could be sold, and we could all watch while the dentist gets to do his best. This type of activity has been going on for centuries. Man lures beast into an area, and man kills the beast by trickery. I see a theme here. A bullfight, a safari...but the real criminals on this planet go free. We even give them bailouts and bail ins. Let us bring back the old stadiums, and let us make it a fair contest. Sacred ground is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.