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Like Garlic to Salad

Posted by: bbrunophotography

Tagged in: work , thoughts , personal , life , insomnia , insanity , humor , designing , creativity , Creative , crazy dreams , caffeine , art

bbrunophotography

Today I have a confession to make. I am a sold-out, over-the-top nutcase, and I blame it all on art.

I should have known better than to edit images after 6 p.m. Like caffeine, the thrill of seeing a project come together tends to rev my engine and sends jolts of creativity roaring through my brain folds. I love the whole process a little too much, perhaps, and once that engine's rolling along, there's no turning off the brain switch.

So I fell into a deep sleep around 11:30, and dove immediately into the zaniest dream about beautiful textured backgrounds and wind-tossed fields of grass. For the next four hours, billowy sheets of pastel swirls were blowing and twirling just beyond my reach. After a long chase on a winding path through the forest, I wrestled a pile of them into submission, and with great delight, dropped them into my Spring Hues file, which was filed away in an oversized Mac that I was towing behind me on the trail.

When my eyelids flew open at 3:30 this morning, I knew the night was technically over for me, and a couple of earnest pillow-flips later (don't pretend that you never flip your pillow so the cool side's up), I officially gave up the fight.

Tuesday had arrived, and the coffeepot was calling my name. I'll feel the lack of sleep this afternoon, no doubt, but sometimes you just gotta roll with it. American Rennaissance sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens got it right: "What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.


This Precious Monday

Posted by: bbrunophotography

Tagged in: time , thoughts , reflection , new year , morning , monday , life , inspiration , hope , encouragement , anticipation

bbrunophotography

Yes, I know it's January 3rd already. And I realize that I didn't post any lofty resolutions, or lament goals I failed to reach last year. But I will say this: Today is Monday and I don't know about you, but I love Mondays with a vengeance.

Add to it the fact that this is the first Monday of the new year and well...you can see where this is going, can't you?  I have a brand-new journal waiting to fill. Beside me sits a cup of steaming coffee, thanks to my new stainless steel Delonghi coffeemaker. Life is good, and I've taken a giant leap into the new year with bubbling enthusiasm for what this great Unknown will hold.

I'm enough of a realist to know that there will be struggles, but like a pebble washed ashore, I know that such experiences ultimately polish and refine me. I'm a believer in taking life one day at a time and I'm anticipating each step as someone accepting a rare and precious gift.

I hope your year is also filled with great anticipation and hope.  So tell me, what does this Monday mean to you?


Cats and artists

Posted by: Aitch

Tagged in: thoughts , poetry , pets , Oscar , Mavis , cats , birman , artists , artist , animals , animal , Aitch

Aitch

As I think I've probably mentioned elsewhere previously, it's interesting how often I discover that artistic friends are more inclined to have a pet cat or just like cats than non-arty friends. I have always adored cats, can't imagine my life without actually owning one or two, and I make a bee-line for them wherever I see one.

I remember having to recite a poem as part of my drama lesson when I was about 12 - normally I wasn't that interested in reciting poetry, but this one involved cats and made me smile, so I thought I'd bring back those memories and try and get some photos to accompany it. I'm sure all cat owners will agree it's certainly true!

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

Written by Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

 

To prove my point, here's a selection of my cats sleeping in various places:

This is Oscar sleeping in one of his "proper" areas - a specifically bought cat shelf!


Here are two sleeping beauties on the decking a few years ago.

This is our previous Birman, Thelma, sleeping underneath our old scanner.

Oscar's favourite place at Christmas!

Oscar when he was 17 weeks old, curled up on top of a tool box....


Mavis deciding our curled up washing line makes a good bed!

Oscar, on the other hand, prefers the dirty wash basket!

This, however, is his usual position every evening, on Keith's lap.

Aren't cats just ace?


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