Sunday, October 14, 2007 B

"A Tourist in my Own Town II"
1:47pm

It's not often you get advice from your blouse:

A washable silk blouse I got at Penney's yesterday for $3.97 plus tax...

UNWIND

Unwinding from the stress of a long work week is so important. It had been so long since we'd been to the Robert J. Moody demonstration garden that it was time we paid it a visit.


Julia wore that dress the last time we visited...


Baja Fairy Duster (Calliandra californica)
These red brushy blooms were very fragrant...


Chapparal Sage (salvia clevelandii)


Red bird of paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima)


The camera's zoom feature worked well to capture a dragonfly...


But, alas, my sad little proof of a monarch butterfly sighting...


This tiny butterfly was less than an inch long...


This bee was easily an inch big...


And there's me with squinty mysterious eyes...

Monday, October 15, 2007

"Thinking of Him"
9:04pm

Yes, I did get inspiration from a Flicker Photo search. But although I used a very similar composition of posed lady and round table, mine conveys a totally different feel.
Micron pen drawing colored with water color pencils, some digital adjustments...

Tuesday, October 16, 2007 A

"Patient But Not Too..."
6:36am

The relentless march of days...

The exploration of art, of an artist-photographer (photoshop master) named Merkley, whose one photo influenced my picture of last night. But mine is different. The look of my lady, sheer agony, as she's missing her beloved. I think I'm picking up on a co-worker's agony as her husband is dying. Not so different than my memories, and it brings to mine those days, that sense of being split apart, ripped in half. So I give good thoughts to D, that she will come through and find her quiet moments of comfort.

All so temporary, this our stay here on earth. Must grab each moment...

I was thinking earlier of the distinctions between magic and religion... and then in the mystery point of love and Will where it all comes together. The old coot Crowley got a few things right, he in that diamond studded sky of Nuit...

...and me here, and what will I do? And I know many wonderful discoveries await, and I shall be patient to give birth to my visions and yet not TOO patient.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007 B

"In Solitude..."
6:09pm

I noticed with interest the thoughts of another journaller regarding the comment feature of most journals and blogs. Maggie says "The whole concept seems reminiscent of high school popularity contests, to my mind."

She's of mixed feelings on them, and so am I. Sometimes I will make an effort to comment, but I usually just read. I'm not influenced by the number of comments a writer or artist gets, I only visit their work if I like their work, regardless of how many comments they acquire.

I've not yet succumbed to the temptation. I could have added links to a 'haloscan'comment box to each entry, but never got around to it. Has this been merely reluctance to try something new or my basic 'shyness' revealing itself even here in print? I dont' think so. I think the larger reason is I write each entry (even if it's just sharing a picture I created) from a place of solitude. I write from a place of solitude and I want the reader to receive it in a place of solitude. If they feel strongly moved to reply via email, I welcome that. But I never want anyone to feel obligated for such.

There are places I go to be more 'talkative', the discussion lists, etc, and I enjoy that. But for me, my journal has always been different.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007 A

"In Three Words..."
6:50am

I learned via Bob and Sheri of the Montage of "your 3 words" submissions that aired on i-CAUGHT. Listeners were then asked to call in with Three Words that summarized their life. I was busy sewing, and didn't call in. But here are my three words:


WONDER WITHIN, WITHOUT

How would you summarize your life?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007 B

"Rejoicing, Egyptian Style"
9:40pm

How much of my understanding of heiroglyphs is intuitive? I thought my early morning quick draw a bit resembling a hieroglyph. And sure enough, it is, and a most fitting one:


REJOICE, hai
Gardiner gives "be elevated, enjoy yourself" as the meaning, he also adds 'mourning', but
Wilkinson explains it's quite clear when the 'raised arms' expresses mourning, rather than rejoicing.

Not only that, Wilkinson writes:
"The positive and joyful side of the Egyptian personality is perhaps seen in the face that the Egyptian language contained over ninety words for happiness, rejoicing, and exultation." (_Reading Egyptian Art_, page 27)

This hieroglyph pose is familiar. I have a small "Nile Goddess" statue from Sacred Source which features a female figure in that exact stance. I'm not sure of the accuracy of their website's descriptions of it. However, they did give their model's source, housed at the Brooklyn Museum:


Female Figurine ("Bird Lady"). Egypt, from Ma'mariyah.
Predynastic Period, Naqada II, circa 3650-3300 b.c.
Terracotta, painted, 11 1/2 in. (29.3 cm) high. Brooklyn Museum, Museum Collection Fund, 07.447.505


My little bronze statue is only 3 5/16in (8.5cm), and to me, she's there on my altar, all about the rejoicing:

The Brooklyn Museum caption mentions her "beaklike" face. Perhaps this is fitting with the 'elevated' meaning Gardiner gives, the arms seen as falcon wings unfurled and soaring?

(Note of October 14, 2008:)
And now I have got to see her in person!

Thursday, October 18, 2007

"Happy Birthday, Julia"
5:43am


double nickle day!!

As I've noted earlier, today is Julia's 55th birthday. I am so grateful to have her in my life, in more ways than I can say. She is such a good companion to have at my side. She understands and appreciates all my weird interests. She even 'gets' my weird art. In a world where too often partnerships don't last for a variety of reasons, this is rare, indeed. For instance, they might fail because one grows and the other does not and feels threatened. But Julia enjoys seeing my growth, and I'm so appreciative.

Together, we have a wealth of riches.

Friday, October 19, 2007 A

"Photo of Julia"
8:09pm

Julia doesn't often ask me to take her picture. But tonight, after getting her hair done, she did. She said she wanted to commemmorate her birthday with a photo. I told her I couldn't promise much, because it was night, and the light wasn't good. Neither she nor I care for the harsh effects the flash makes. "Just see what you can do," she insisted.


She's wearing her Egyptian 'nefer' earrings....


Before photoshopping...

Friday, October 19, 2007 B

"Space to Rest"
10:06pm

The Photo Friday theme this week is "The City". Per Wiki, Yuma counts as a 'city', for it is "an urban area with a degree of autonomy" Looking at its demographics, it's grown by 10,000 people in the last five years. But even at 87,423 residents, (minus, I suppose, the winter residents who are now returning), Yuma is NOT one of those places you think of when you think of THE CITY

At estimated 581,530 population, Washington, D.C. certainly qualifies for a 'large population' city. And so I return to our vacation photos:


Chinatown in Washington D.C.

Yes, there it is, the big tall buildings, the busy people going to and fro. And yet what I like about Washington D.C. is that it's been designed with pockets of rest areas all through out the city, tiny parks that are havens from the frenetic business:


Close up of that statue underneath...

Saturday, October 20, 2007 A

"Slowly"
7:32am


The snail, slowly making her progress...

Saturday, October 20, 2007 B

"Partners"
8:40am


While resting together before I head off to work, I noticed our hands...

Sunday, October 21, 2007 A

"When The Flowers Wouldn't Grow"
4:38pm

I am inserting a dream I had earlier this day, which I wrote about in my private journal, because it proved to have significance later...

2:22pm
I awake, but after a bad nightmare...

it was as is in real life, Julia at her computer, me at mine. it was night, and I felt a menacing omen. I shut the door and put my shoes on, so that I could deal better with 'the menacing omen', what ever it was...

so great was my sense of alarm, that I woke up...


Singing a Spring Song in the Winter,
in the winter, the winter when the flowers wouldn't grow,
she's got the magic, the magic of Isis...

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