Art Work, Emotions, Randomness, Therapy

Still Standing

Still Standing

It’s been a while since I’ve done any artwork. I don’t know exactly why I stopped. I guess my creative juices dried up. Same with my writing. I’m trying to get those juices flowing again. On a whim, I bought some soft pastels and paper at LotteMart on Saturday. I just pulled them out tonight. I forgot how much I love the feeing of chalk on my fingers. I should be a teacher in an old fashioned school that actually uses chalkboards rather than white marker boards.

Anyhow, I’ve had this image sort of playing through my mind the last few weeks. I get these awesome images in my head, but I never can seem to translate those onto paper. This one actually turned out half way decently.

The basic image is a isolated island out in the middle of the ocean. It’s actually a very small island.

Phew, I’m back. Firefox crashed on me twice. Once randomly and once when I opened a site that had an all Flash front page. I’m guessing the non-Adobe implementation of Flash doesn’t work quite as well as I hoped.

As I was saying. It’s a very small island that contains a very large tree. It’s a stormy night. The tree is getting battered by the storm, but it is still standing (hence the title of the post).

Ya know.  I actually like how this turned out.  I think I captured the movement of the tree in the wind.

Anxiety, Randomness, Sleep

If it were only this easy…

1, 2, 3...  Sleep!

I’m awake. It’s 4:12 AM. I’ve been having strange dreams all night, none of which I can remember. My nose is so full of snot, I’m going to have to buy a ginormous package of tissues tomorrow (errrr today) when I go to the store.

Other than that, life is going swimmingly. I look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. The weather sucks. My apartment is a mess. I’ve been ignoring all of my blogs. The usual for me.

I’m off to try to get some sleep. I could use a week of uninterrupted, dreamless sleep. I just wish I could remember those weird dreams I’ve been having lately. I’m sure they’re significant in some way, but I just can’t remember them. I’ve even tried the notebook by the bed to write them down as soon as I wake up. No dice. It’s like “poof!” when I wake up.

OK, enough babbling. Nighty night.