Earthquake!

It was 5.25am and I was lying in bed, awake, pondering life. I'm an early bird, so being awake at that time is not unusual but having my bed move back and forth, on its own, is!

Why is it doing that? Is my condo haunted? Is the creature under my bed getting uppity? And why are the picture frames on my walls banging about? And something just fell off the dining room table...

KA-CHING! Ah! Victorialand is having a wee earthquake!

It ended very quickly. It was just a strong tremor really. Nerd link:
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/uw01301325.html

I have to admit I was a bit nervous but more so because at first I thought there was an intruder in my flat, it was dark and I couldn't see and without my hearing aids I'm never completely confident of what I hear. So the realization that it was just an earthquake was met with relief and joy! ;-)

I also love the sheer force of earth energy I feel during a quake. It's a reminder that I'm a teenie-weenie bit of the universe and my life, and especially the minor irritations in it, are really not important enough to get worked up about and that I'm also a teenie-weenie bit of something wonderful.

And it's a reminder to restock my cache of bottled water...

A stupid thing that still bothers me...

I bought a ladder about three years ago. On it, is this sticker. I see it everyday as the ladder is here in my home office. Everytime I walk by it, a big question mark forms in my head.

Does anyone know what the bottom image means? The others are obvious: skis are an available accessory, don't wear floods with boots, impressions of the Statue of Liberty are lame... but the bottom one... three years on and I still have no idea what the image is trying to convey.

Anyone?

Picassos'mores

All the base colours applied and that's that until next week's class. It's growing on me, like a fungal infection and if anything it's certainly an interesting exercise in composition, which is my strength, and colour, which does soooo not.



I'm going to go get some more canvases or maybe just boards and do some more of these using different colour combinations as it's apparent that I've inherited my Dad's eye for colour... I thought his red suspenders with his bright orange shirt looked ok, too.

Picas'so-so'

I'm taking a painting course! I love it, it's great fun; a friendly group of people and an enthusiastic and encouraging instructor. We're jumping right into Cubism, as you do, to explore colour and composition.

I think all that I'm doing is re-exploring the ugly mosaic mural found in a circa 1970s gymnasium in southern Ontario... memories of jungle gyms, dodgeball and floor hockey...

But! It's fun! And Ms Painting Instructor Woman (Hazel Medlyn) says that these sorts of Cubist paintings always start off looking 'quite ghastly'. Haha... confirmed!

This is how the pseudo-Cubism goes --> Find a bottle, glass, pepper mill, whatever... sketch it. Find another... sketch it but think about the compostion but don't put one object infront or behind, draw right through each object. Repeat until happy. Fill in the shapes with colour... again thinking about compostions and experimenting with colour relationships. Then 'add life' to each colour shape. Not there yet... but here's where I'm at:

Aquarians kick ass...

Happy Birthday to Me and Kung Hei Fat Choi, hello to the year of the Ox.

And back to regular programming, well, that's the plan... ;-)

Funniest ecard so far; this is brilliant! Ta, D.