We walked around the neighborhood last week, found this gruesome pair.
The home across the street continuing to take shape.
Didn't see the top floor when I got home in the dark last night.
Epic Brewing makes some of it's beer in bourbon barrels. They are selling the empties, and after careful consideration, we got one. As well as their luscious Cubano sandwiches, which D loves.
Moby already likes it, sat next to it on the small rug it's on, then walked on it, very carefully at first, then more surely. Used it to jump on the mantle, which he has not done for a while. He has lost some of his fluidity over the past year or so. Chasing around with Eleanor has emboldened him, kept him mobile. But he will never be the jumper he once was. If only because the landings hurt too much.
A cold and a rainy day, soothing to our overheated souls. If not our old joints.
I've cooled off internally, to the point that I have to stomp out hope that the worst might be over. Hope is a bugger. Also got a copy of Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, some good paper, kneadable eraser, and a charcoal pencil. Start small, but start drawing. Back in high school, lo the decades ago, I could actually draw competently, if not quite at the level of artist. I'm more content with the idea of simple competence these days. Seven years writing, and I feel I write quite adequately. Dare I say, Perfectly adequately? If I could get to that level drawing, it would give me pleasure. I will never be able to throw pots on a wheel again, neither thumb nor back will agree to that. Must make adjustments. As D has had to with his guitar, after shattering his elbow. We all feel the weather, even as we love the rain.
I desperately want to draw my demon.
12 comments:
Right side of the brain...an interesting book. The practice? Just that, two pages a day...draw ANYTHING!!
gz,
I just need a map. Any map, to anywhere. If you don't know where you're going, any road will lead you there.
i used to draw constantly. constantly! opened up teabag wrappers, scraps, edges, everything. now, a blank piece of paper scares the bejesus out of me. i salute your bravery!
pc,
It's more curiosity. Gotta keep trying stuff.
I was joyfully stunned at the results of working from that book. Even if it is just a passing fancy, or an exercise to get one to a further goal, its worth the experience. I feel for Moby as well as you and D; what seems to be downward adjustments are not easy. Oh that we could be rebuilt like the house across the way.
Thinking of you all.
The collapsing gruesome pair are REALLY gruesome - start early for Halloween!
Perhaps I should incorporate demons into my daily drawing. What an interesting idea.
Tom,
That's the idea, getting to a level of minor competence.
Moby clearly doing better with the glucosamine/chondroitin.
RR,
Dunno what they looked like on the holiday, but were more appropriate the next week. Crow has done a few demon drawings, as well.
Got quite caught up looking inside the demon book on amazon. Good luck with the drawing, it can be so satisfying.
Those melting pumpkins are great.
We have a single uncarved pumpkin on our step outside that hasn't decayed like the ones you've photographed. What we will do with it is yet to be determined.
Can't wait to see some of your drawings/demons (if you care to share them here).
Well considered! What a handsome barrel it is!
Phil,
Pie, compost, or fed to a horse, are some solutions I've heard of.
Fresca,
Where else would I?
Rou,
Smells lovely, and is quite resonant.
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