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Making Blog Headers And Taking Names

Not Mickey the cat
Not Mickey does not care about blog headers.

I am making blog headers. Lots of them. So, you might see some changes going on until I find one I really like. For instance, at this moment all I can think about when I see my face snuggled up to Tiny-Small, and her adorable head, is that I am wearing my nightgown. That just seems weird. Like having a video conference and not wearing pants…which I have not done, I swear.

Anyway, it takes me a while to adjust to change and to fix the stuff that needs fixing, but I will get it all done eventually. In the meantime I hope you will understand my experimental fake photo shopping and my desire to “wow” you with my ability to make blog headers. Also, I have no idea what the title of this blog post means. I am totally not taking names. I am just pretending to be awesome even though I am mediocre at best.

Not Mickey Drank Too Many Mock Margaritas
Not Mickey Drank Too Many Mock Margaritas

I did put a picture of my cat up there. I was hoping I might get more of the cat-lady-crowd types to read my blog because I know that would make Tiny-Small very happy. She is a future cat lady in training. Also, people who love cats also love to read, or like the Internet, or eat chocolate. I can’t remember which, but if you love caturday you might like my blog too, at least sometimes. Like today.

What's up Dawg?
What’s up Dawg? Don’t Want To Make Your Blog Header Better?

Enjoy the cat pictures. Send me blog header makin’ prayers or chocolate, or web designers that pay YOU to design your blog design thingy. I would so rather be drinking mock margaritas by the swimming pool I don’t even have right now than making these darn headers. No, that’s a lie. I sort of love it…sort of! No, I do, truly, because I love pictures and Tiny-Small and cats and mermaids and I tolerate knowing I am in my nightgown on the National Stage here (that only a few people in the nation are actually even looking at).

Thanks for your patience, you guys. I think once I get some things organized on this blog it’s going to be smooth sailing from there. I am totally crossing my fingers right now and rubbing my cats belly for good luck.

See you at the next header making party! I’ll be the one with the cat.

 

 

Is This Mermaid A Monster?

Is this mermaid a monster? I’m not sure what to make of it. I started out with a green and yellow background that Tiny-Small and I painted together. My family makes art together. I have an obsession with mermaids that was born when I became friends with two women who changed my life forever. I am just trying to catch you up on my eccentricities if this is the first time you have read here. Anyway, the background was kind of striking by itself so I put it on a table and leaned it against the wall for a while. It felt full of light to me. I also found it soothing.

Is this mermaid a monster background
The background.

I’ve been on an art journey lately. One where I am trying to push and tug at the boundaries of my creativity. I am trying to get out of my own comfort zone and let go of my need to control things. I’ve been letting the paintings create themselves more than I usually do. This one was no exception. Since I prefer to make plans and draw diagrams and have a specific purpose in mind, this mode of creating has been a real struggle for me, but I think I am making some progress.

I was driving in the car when a Pearl Jam song came on. The song was “Better Man” and the lines, “She dreams in color. She dreams in red. Can’t find a better man.” got stuck in my head…for days. I am actually singing them right now, so apparently THAT is still going on.

mermaid art and monsters
Painting with negative space.

In the meantime, I was washing the dishes when I suddenly had the idea to use negative space to create a sort of moon shaped mermaid. By negative space, I mean I would paint around the shape I wanted instead of painting in the shape I wanted. That’s how I ended up with the mermaid being the green and yellow of the background. I turned parts of the background into the object I wanted and painted over the background in blue. Kind of a cool effect.

I found myself dreading the arms because lately I cannot draw or paint arms that don’t look stiff and weird. Plus I didn’t want to ruin my moon shape. So I didn’t giver her arms. I just gave her a face. Kind of creepy. I thought maybe she was a sea-nymph and just like a caterpillar was about to break out of her cocoon. Then I wondered, am I about to break out of my cocoon? Is all of this art and blogging setting my soul free? Deep stuff coming out of somewhere inside of me.

no arms for this mermaid monster
Mermaid face with no arms.

The entire time I keep singing the Pearl Jam song…over and over and over. What a broken record my mind can be. Usually this annoys me, but this time, I knew it was going to become part of my painting. I had a feeling the red would contrast with the green. I was also thinking about what a mermaid at the bottom of the ocean be dreaming about? Color! Red. It’s full of energy and excitement and danger. Red is risk. Something we all take just by being alive. So, here she is, resting at the bottom of the water, waiting for her time to shine.

She dreams in red: Is this mermaid a monster?
She dreams in red.

So, I globbed red onto my canvas and then splattered it with a spray bottle filled with water and let it drip. Which is a little creepy too. So, I am not sure, is this mermaid a monster? What do you think? Tiny-Small said she was sad that the mermaid didn’t have arms and wanted to kiss her boo-boo better. So, maybe she is just broken. Or maybe she is about to blossom into a beauty. Maybe it all depends on what you are experiencing in your own life. Either way, it’s a bit unsettling and I still don’t know what to make of it. Still, I feel things shifting. This kind of art-making feels like a healing process to me. It gives me confidence and courage. It’s a lot like writing. All of the worries and angst is getting out onto a page (or surface of some kind) which leaves me walking around with a little less weight to carry.

 

Jim’s clay monsters can be found here: So, I Declared Yesterday Family Art Day.

I have a mermaid obsession, obviously: More posts about mermaid art.

 

Do You Remember Glamour Shots? I Made Some Of My Own

Glamour shots
Pretending to be a mermaid, but getting fake Glamour Shots instead.

Do you remember Glamour Shots? They were all the rage in the 90’s, but I never had any done. I wanted to, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me. What teenage girl doesn’t want to be made up and photographed with extra pink blush and big hair while she rolls around in a mock fur stole, right? So, today, I woke up knowing I had to take a self-portrait for DeBie Hive’s 30 day Photo Challenge. I knew I wanted it to be over the top in some way. I decided to get out the Halloween makeup. I was going ALL out.

Is this a Glamour Shot?
I applied too much makeup so I could be too much everything because why not? I look like I might be dead, so that’s a little creepy.

I applied black eyeliner and way too much blush. Tiny-Small was horrified.

“You has scary eyes, Mom,” she told me while backing out of the bathroom, “you looks like a mermaid.”

I decided to go with the whole mermaid theme. I teased my hair. I put on bright red lipstick. Tiny-Small ran to get some toilet paper.

“Here, mom, use dis to get dat red off you lips.” She said with a worried expression.

Mermaids sisters
Me and my mermaid sister.

I had to talk her into trusting me that I was just playing. She watched wide-eyed and then ran out of the room. I got out a blue blanket to be the water and attempted to take some pictures of my head. I got some crazy shots that looked like I was holding my breath, probably because I was. Then I got some Glamour mug shots and called it a day.

flowers for mermaid hair
You needs more flowers in you hair, mom.

Tiny-Small was watching all of this and decided maybe it would be fun to play too, so she dived into out fake water and we started taking pictures together and we played mermaid. She put flowers in my hair. I pretended she was Black Beard the pirate because she had a chocolate milk beard. Both of us were still in our night gowns. We had so much fun together and all because I joined a photo challenge. You never know what’s going to be one of “those” moments with your child, but sometimes you are lucky enough to recognize the moment as it is happening. My best memories from childhood involve my mother playing with me. I know how significant that can be in a person’s life.

mermaids and pirates
Black Beard The Pirate meets The Little Mermaid.

The best part though was when I washed off all of the makeup and Tiny-Small started clapping and cheering.

“Now you can be a momma again,” she said, “you back to bein’ my mommy.”

self portrait Lillian Connelly
The photo I entered into the self-portrait (day 1) Debie Hive photo contest: Playing Mermaid.

If you want to see the other self-portrait photos taken by people participating in the contest you can see the album on Facebook: Day 1-Self Portraits.