Watercolor crayons and pencils on cotton fabric and threads
"A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world."
-Edmond de Goncourt French artist & novelist (1822 - 1896)
When I started this blog, I was not going to post when I didn't have anything of note to post. I wanted to focus on my art and avoid the temptation to indulge in loquacious inanities. My motto was going to be:
"There's no point in doing a lot of barking if you don't have much to say." -Snoopy
Remember when you were a kid and the deejay would blah blah blah over the entire intro of a song -- your favorite song -- and then start blabbing again before the song was over? I remember thinking, "Why do they think that what they have to say is so much more important than my hearing this song?"
So when I took broadcasting/communications classes during my first few years at college, I refused to be a deejay. I'm just not that important. Or maybe I am, but I just don't want to be a blabbering boor. Of course, you probably have to be a certain age to remember listening to AM radio deejays. I don't think that my kids ever listened to AM radio. Or even radio at all.
They started out listening to the (fabulous) music I introduced them to and, as the teen years kicked in, rapidly turned on me. They now listen to what I can best describe as "kill-your-mother-music." But I know that my parents felt the same way about the music I listened to and probably their parents felt that way about theirs.
The Creative Cue a couple of weeks ago was "mother" (just in time for mother's day, I noticed). So for mother's day I got these:
(they were on sale and I am my mother's daughter and can't resist a sale.) My mother's motto was,
"If I can't get it wholesale, I don't need it."
So a couple of weeks ago I was whining that I hadn't seen a robin. Well, one of them built a nest in my little hibiscus tree while it was still on the front porch, so now I can't "plant" it out in the garden. She built that nest and laid an egg and then flew off. Awfully irresponsible, if you ask me.
Then she came back, and I noticed that if I got too close -- off she flew. We're up to four eggs and she does sit on that nest as long as I stay away from the front window and off the porch. Picky, picky.
The eggs will hatch in 14 days and then 14 days later, the robinettes fly away. In my opinion, you get your street cred as a mother after you survive the teen years of your offspring. Hers are unfairly short.
So I have lots of projects that I have been working on, but none of them is blog-worthy. Or maybe the correct term is just not quite blog-ready. But I'll get going and have some real stuff soon.