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looking for How to Live these Extreme days.   The hardest part really,  seems to be the restlessness that cannot be eased.   DOING is not an option….as in going about on foot doing.   Mid Day  you just sit through it.   Goats,  Tay,  Puppie and Talkie hunker down.    Birds do not fly overhead.   There is reading  but sitting  OutSide at the Umbrella Table,   the Umbrella just a thin membrane that lessens glare but does not lesson the effect of SUN overhead.   Reading hasn't worked.    I wish it did.

i thought about what i never take time for and thought….Color…my thing about Colors….how i am so attached to some so in avoidance of others…so….Color.   Brought out the Inktense Box.  72 Colors.   and just started with one mark of one color.  and On.   no image in mind,  no image appearing.  just marks of different colors,   and i looked at all 72,  so many seeming redundant and chose ones that i normally wouldn't ,   just to find out how it FELT to put them on the page.  That would be the first pic.  Which i didn't like at all.  it didn't FEEL good.   so i added color on top of color to see what happened.  Pic 2.   Still….NO.

Pic 3,  i used graphite,  as an overlay.    I like the grainyness that happened,  the mutedness,   the blurr.    This one i can Be with.  and the three of them….tomorrow i can look more and  continue.   And …..This is a Way….How to be with times like these.   To do things i ordinarily would not,  that require attention that i'm not comfortable with.   

Tomorrow and the Next Day to go.

then….down to hover around the now Bless~ed 90's.     

 

Journal journal.   

Mid  day,  there is a calling out…Goat…calling out and thinking someone had gotten themSelves stuck somehow,  i went

to find that Arctica was in Nogal's catch pen….he is there with her,  sniffing her politely as he would,  being a Gentleman,  her yelling,  not really,  yelling,  somewhere between calling and yelling,  but vocalizing a wish for Help and  if this were not enough,  looking on down the way,    

there in Jack Flash's catch  pen    IS    Oona, Caroline,  Black and Minion!      !!!!!!!   ???????    

How did all this happen?   The gates are secure.   ??????    What????

so i let all those out who needed to be Out and resecured gates.   They had drank up all Flash's water…filled that.   Stood there in wonder.   Ok then.  Said i'd go walk the fencing this evening when it cooled off.  But it didn't and i didn't.  We'll see tomorrow.

 

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18 responses to “How”

  1. grace Forrest Avatar

    Mo let me know that comments were turned off??????????
    How’d that happen?????
    a trickster day all around

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  2. Liz A Avatar

    the blog gremlins have been active across the platforms lately … such a bother

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  3. Liz A Avatar

    the images struck me as heat-filled, the forms melting … so unlike your monochromatic drawings, but still so recognizably yours … the word supplication came to me

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  4. jude Avatar

    yes, I had in mind to comment that I could feel the heat with the colors.

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  5. jude Avatar

    ah, typepad…

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  6. CatherinE Avatar

    hot golden sun beating down on everything

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  7. Deb G Avatar

    Thinking about acceptance and an overused word in my life right now…”pivot.”

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  8. maria Avatar
    maria

    thrilled color of heat ( like above the asfalt ) fatamorgana

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  9. Faith Avatar

    I like all three, but the first is my favorite, but then I have always preferred intense, clear colors. And perhaps you intended no image, but I definitely see one–a bird whose head is mostly blank. In picture two there is also a chick in a nest (or very large eggshell). And Maria is right. I had just looked at a weather map (Oh, my! California is so RED!) and especially picture three does look like a fatamorgana. (Thank you, Maria. I had to look it up, but what a good word to learn!)

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  10. Laura Avatar
    Laura

    What the heck happened with those goats?
    Your art is beautiful to me.
    I hope the goats are a bit calmer today.
    I don’t like that you are out there in this heat.
    I do not like it, not one little bleat.
    Love,
    Sam I Am

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  11. grace Forrest Avatar

    i looked it up….and yes, so much in a certain way,
    in that begging will not work…
    we just melt

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  12. grace Forrest Avatar

    all my life, ALL of it,
    i have loved SUN
    and now
    we cause what Sun never intended

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  13. grace Forrest Avatar

    pivot ahh. opens a door

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  14. grace Forrest Avatar

    fatamorgana…OOOOOOO, EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee
    what a word….i have never seen before…
    oh…Thank you for this word….

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  15. grace Forrest Avatar

    i love how your mind is so OPEN to imaging

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar

    i smile…your poetry…
    I’d sent daughter Jenny an evening report:
    I am not dead
    Goats are fed
    I wear a wet cloth
    upon my head.
    Love Love

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  17. Maria Avatar
    Maria

    I smile for your poetry aswel
    As strong as you are
    Thanks for living strong
    With the wet headdres on your hat
    You are protected
    As long as always
    Don ‘t forget that
    Just go on with those elements
    There is love in everything
    Tru the cracks
    even in a wetdres … smile

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  18. Laura Avatar
    Laura

    A poem can say it all.
    My mom and I used to send letters
    to each other in rhymes, poem letters.
    They were fun, funny, and said so much!
    Sometimes we said more in poems than could
    be said out loud in a phone call.
    I miss her, and the kids at school, who enjoyed rhymes and humor!
    I LOVE your report to Jenny! It answered my recent questions. I think of you, in the heat and smoke, all day. (To be taken both ways.)

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