Archive for April, 2009

People are Funny

Sunday, April 19th, 2009 | LIFE, STUDIO 566 | 2 Comments

People can be really odd birds.  After 7 years of recovery and meetings and shares, I tend to turn off the whole “The problem you have is____________.”  Usually the problems I have are dead on what they say – they are observing me, after all.  Encouragement, Strength, Hope – HP bless us, everyone.  I spent the day illustrating a friend of Lady Rodney’s.  The carnivale makeup made me absolutely CRAVE the dress ups and fall overs. 

Sister Christian Your Time Has Come

Sister Christian Your Time Has Come

 

Sister Not So Christian

Sister Not So Christian

I have been told that I live out “on the fringe” – I present myself as part of the “counter-culture” etc etc etc.  I wouldn’t know.  I live Recovery.  I do what I do to simply survive – be it physical or emotional or psychological or whatever.  I am not sure what the “whatever” is.  But I am sure I do it to survive.  It’s been a long road and I have been blessed with comfort and laughter.  I have to count that as a blessing.

O – was also told that I have a Spirit of Rebellion sitting on me.  I guess that infers I need a Spirit of Obedience.  I guess I am supposed to let people tell me what to do, how to think, what to wear, how to do my hair, who to befriend, how to “present,” how not to “present,” and if only I was obedient… if only.  I’m glad Jesus wasn’t obedient.   Only to God. Eh?
I know who reads this – and I know you are smiling at all of this.  Me too.  Me too.
I don’t want you to be like me – I just want you to______________.
It’s later than you think.

On Blogging….

Friday, April 17th, 2009 | LIFE | No Comments

This Says It All

This Says It All

Angels in the Belfry

Friday, April 3rd, 2009 | LIFE, STUDIO 566 | No Comments

I have been thinking a lot about angels.  I do not necessarily believe in them, but I think I am supposed to.  I think I am supposed to because I am a XTian, and church talks about heralding angels and glory angels and just plain ol’ messenger angels… some even fell.  But you know what – I am not sure I know exactly how I am supposed to conceptualize these things… or even IF I am…

The Love of Money

The Love of Money

I realize this isn’t spectacular.  In fact, I pieced it together from crap I had laying around.  Even the skeleton is from a woodcut I saw in a book.  I was going to put him in the middle of my church’s stage.  But he doesn’t fit that picture.  I put a top hat on him because a praying skeleton, apparently, looks classy and should have a top hat.  The background I threw in just to make him stand out – it was downloaded somewhere for something auspiciously important, I’m sure.  Isn’t this rivetting?  The pic isn’t even really called “The Love of Money.”  It just seems like it should be called something like that.

 

So I now I have a very lonely piece looking like he is asking God for forgiveness, but it is too late.  Well, it looks too late to me.  But who am I?

 

Wistful II

Wistful II

I started this particular adventure by illustrating a model I saw in a photo.  But then… ah… the lonliness of the figure took on a life of its own.  Then came Earth.  God spoke and it was.  And now she is standing out there looking towards Ohio.  As if there is anything so important to stare at in Ohio.  Apparently it’s cold with bubbles out in the firmement.   It is certainly cold and filled with bubbles in Ohio.
I had a dream once.  There was a huge figure who was an angel that towered over the earth.  It came to scoop me up in the rapture.  It scared me to DEATH.  I had another one where this scary angel surrounded in flames came driving out of the sky in a chariot pulled with fiery horses.  I ran in to wake up my mom and dad.  I tried to wake up dad – and then mom.  The angel said, “Let them sleep – you have to go…”
I remember getting in the chariot, then watching them sleep.  That dream was terrible.  I was about 6 when I had it.  Now at 44, I only WISH I could have that dream.  Not bad, those chariots of fire.  Not bad having angels reassuring me about my sleeping parents.
When my sis died… I had another angel dream – this one was spectacular.  I woke up because there were reflections of fire dancing on my wall.  I bounded strait up and pulled the curtain from my window aside.  Angels were falling out of the sky, their wings were on fire.  Nothing was consumed, tho everything on the ground was on fire.  I stepped back and my sister was in the room.  She gave me a gift.  I didn’t wake up, I was already awake.  The vision itself simply faded back into the dark.
That’s all… for now.
A new class begins Monday.
*sigh*

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