Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I'm writing all this simply to walk you through the artistic conundrum of what to paint! oy vey. I chose to to paint the above scene. As I sketched it out on my cold press paper I realized I forgot my paints! *Sigh*. I think I'm going to draw in the roach wagon to make it more interesting. I'll be sure to post the finished product if it turns out. Now that I have you on the edge of your seat as to how I'll creatively express my view of the above scene...I'd like to invite you all to the Annual PAPC Exhibit. Reception is April 4, 2008 @ the Palette and Chisel, 1020 N. Dearborn 5- 8 PM. It'll be a hoot and a holla and you can see how I'm progressing (I AM improving- and style takes time folks). Have style? Come to this event. Need some style? Come to this event. Remember to shout out, it's good to hear from ya'll.
Friday, March 21, 2008
What is psychic blackness you nutcase? Pyschic blackness is an overarching force precipitated by poor circumstances that cause your brain to drive on the fear-track. It temporarily changes you from an optimist to a pessimist of the venomous kind. If I weren’t a mature woman I’m sure I’d be drooling in a dark corner rocking back and forth.
My dad is dying in hospice care. He is being cared for by my youngest sister, Abbey. He’s suffering. He can’t breathe. He’s wondering why it takes so long to die. I concur. I haven’t spoken to him in 10 years… and only then because guilt asked him to attend my wedding. There’s something mystical going on there regardless. My mother-in-law was just diagnosed with breast cancer. She’s fortunate in that she has a small cancerous lump that requires a lumpectomy and radiation therapy. Pfft, radiation therapy sucks. My own Mom had it and now she is extremely vulnerable to heat and the sun. How sad when one can’t go in the sun to warm your face and shoulders. Bad news comes in threes right? (or is that death… I can’t remember). My 1 year old came down with a case of pink eye. It turns out it’s not just pink eye, it’s pink eye with cellulitis. The surrounding skin tissue is infected. She required a shot of antibiotics and woke up with AM with her eye crusted shut again, left side of her face swollen. She spit her oral antibiotics all over me. Of course, we’re both wearing black. Antibiotics are a chalky white suspension. We look like white spot- spattered Johnny Cashes. Then the kids are picking on each other
I can’t exercise, eat, shop, talk or rationalize this blackness off of me today. My mind is vulnerable to other unfinished business too. It’s like a flood of longing. Maybe if I just run outside in the snow, nude, and get back in the house I’ll feel better. It may come to that kids. I’m all for creative coping tools. Maybe that will silence the kids’ bickering and I’ll go back to being regular old pensive.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Finally ... La Leche League started marketing bras. They've been around for how long? Breastfeeding is such a wonderful motherly right of passage. There was a time when it was shunned by the medical establishment (a mere old generation before us). So what do these bras look like? Hmmmf, here's the best one, and it has underwire. What were they thinking (milky hooters with underwire?... maybe if you're huge). But hey it's black, woohoo! Sidebar: I'm sporting a milk factory in my profile photo to your right - thank you very much. But my nursing bra was flame red or cerulean blue thanks to my fav nursing bra designer Eve Alexander.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Just to let you all know you can access my blog by going to www.beckanstee.com
This is not a RSS compatible site. You will continue to get your RSS blog feed from www.beckanstee.blogspot.com This will most likely be temporary as I will, eventually, be using beckanstee.com to post my art (and not bore you all here :-)
Posted by Beck at 1:56 PM