Saturday, August 18, 2012

I wish I had more to say

....But I'm going to let Elizabeth Gilbert, author of "Eat, Pray, Love" say it for me...

“When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.”

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Visiting the Mingei

As we waited for Naomi's bus from camp to arrive in Balboa Park, we decided to use our free pass to visit the Mingei Museum.

The entrance stairwell has a bizarre "angel" hovering above.

The red thing she's holding appears to be neon and glows!

It was really quite cool...
There was also some very interesting hats in the head dress exhibit....

These were unusual paper hats made by a homeless man in Hawaii.  His name was Moses.  (It turns out he studied art). Awesome hats though.

Chloe and Phoebe seemed to enjoy the head gear.

I was more fond of the cat room.

Naomi came of the bus looking like she was glad to get a vacation from her hair brush. :)  She had a blast at sleep away camp and spent her first evening home crying about how she missed her camp friends.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

On my "other" blog...

Over on Carolyn's Art, I've been posting a number of images from my sketchbook...

I call this guy "flat face"

"The Creature Lamp"

"Shadow Monster"

In other news well... Things are hectic and hot here.

Friday, August 3, 2012

August begins

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

by the entrance of The Spanish Village
 August is our first real month of summer in my house.  My two youngest are finally on break from their year round school schedule (though Chloe has been laying about for weeks as she follows her traditional school calender).  Last weekend I had Naomi pack for her big sleep away camp adventure.  I read somewhere online that at her age I should make her do it herself. I checked over her packing and then spent the last two days panicking.  "Did she remember the bug spray?" "Did she remember an extra sweater?"  "Did she leave with a pillow?"..... I guess we'll see how THAT went later today when she comes off the bus.  Phoebe in the meantime is attending a special art program run by professional artists in the Spanish Village .  In fact I wrote an article for the Examiner about it a while ago.

I've also joined Pinterest recently which seems to be a great site and major time burglar.... just what I need! Feel free to check out my page though.

“As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance”-Calvin (Calvin and Hobbs)


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