Strange girl, Strange day.

Yesterday was such a strange day.  So strange that I will leave it at that, and simply say that the emotions of a woman can be terribly uncertain and profound.  I am sure you can appreciate and understand that.  Now throw Artsy into the mix and, should I even go there?  Night and Day and everywhere in between…..

Besides being a strange emotional day yesterday, I found a box full of some of my own favorite strange things.  The most wonderful find was a booklet I have been toting around forever from one of Alexander Petrov's shows. I had already dissected the booklet, and have decided on a few more to frame.  This was just what I needed for that empty wall in my loftish space.  I know the images are a little dark, but they amuse me.

                   

           

Back to night and day moods …

                

And speaking of the "complexity of women," and for some reason, in keeping with the clownish mood…I recently came across this painting (below) in one of my thrifting excursions.  Now, in my "personal opinion," as well as being the reason I brought it home, this painting  screams Anais Nin.  Now, remember that is merely my own "personal opinion."  And, what I feel is more like, the spirit of Anais Nin emerges through this painting… Pink and lovely yet dark and tragic.

One summer, many years ago, I spent months reading several Anais Nin biographies (another quirk, I only like to read harcover books, I will do paperback, but I don't like it).  One in particular was very very long, and quite a grueling read.  Half of the time, I wanted to shake Anais Nin and say, "Why are you doing this to yourself? You are going to drive yourself mad."  At the same time, you realize that is what made her so interesting and intriguing.  One thing for sure, she was relentless in her pursuit of getting her work to the public.  I admire her strength for never ever giving up. Up until her last breath, she would not give up on her work.  Of course, I am quite sure that she drove her little body into an anxiety pit. 

If you know her story, you understand all of this.  She is interesting and yes, very very complex.  I can't even get into it all, I tend to feel a mixture of interest, enchantment and annoyance, all at once, for Anais Nin.  But, the point here is, this painting had an Anais Nin quality looming in the depths of it "to me," so here it sits, waiting for a space on the wall in my loftishSpace/Studio…

                  

I find that as I get older I want less and less of all of that drama we can put ourselves through in my life.  I want simple peace and simple everyday happiness.  My mental transformation from my early and mid-twenties, to entering my thirties, is immense.  I am enjoying this change so much.  I used to relish in strange concerns. Where now I want zero strange concerns, and am more interested in an organized studio.  Now this to me, Bliss.

                  

So yes, today the things that make me smile from ear to ear are simply organzing my studio and getting all my jewelry trays in the closet.  This closet was a dark dungeon pit when I got my hands on it.  I cut the shelves shorter so I could walk in and put in some halogen lights, that of course, would not turn on for this photo. Typical. Now, it might not look organized to you, but to me it is in perfectly proper order, ready for me to finish packing my promised gifts for my little elves, and get creating. And yes, the red typwriter is now out of the car, and ready to use.  I think six weeks in the car was long enough for this poor thing.  Knowme is trying it out for us…

           

                

 

I got this little cabinet (above) in Prescott, Arizona last summer for $40.  I am thinking that maybe I should leave it just the way it is…It will for sure get a few paint splatters…But, it is white metal and I don't have a problem with those vintage decals decoupaged on…I think it is charming.

Now what to do with the old typewriter????