Viva la analog

Ok! Hiatus over, move accomplished, baby born, life moving in a forward direction. In all likelihood I will discuss these major milestones further at some point, but I just watched a video (view said video in the preceding post) that called me back to this... my lovely lonely web log.

So, I am an artist and a mother. (these being the original impetus for my logging on the web), and I have to say that I find this video terrifying. I will not scrap technology - connectedness is/will enable my family to live a version life that is better. But some things need boxes, not an increased number of surfaces upon which to display.

I, for one, do not want to live in a glass house.

Viva la analog.

A Day Made of Glass... Made possible by Corning.

Times flies...

... when you are pregnant and have a two year old! Oh, and when you move! That makes it fly too ;) Well, perhaps not fly, as much as move quickly in a direction of big needing things to be accomplished- like packing everything you own and finding a new place to live.

This is my mediocre apology to myself for being such a blogbandoner (um, meaning one who abandons a blog?). I do hope to reconstitute my home, my self, my work, and my thoughts once we have moved and this punchy child makes his way into the world.

See you in the Fall of 2010!

One is silver and the others gold

So today the wee one and me had the pleasure of spending the day with some old friends. Not old as in "I haven't talked to you in three years and we're getting together to find out what your life is like now" old, but old as in "you were my best friends when I began the process of becoming me" old. I can't say enough about these wonderful, wonderful, yes, also sometimes sick and twisted, but truly fantastic people.

The really fun part was being there with my daughter... somehow it summed up how much things change and how much things stay the same. A truly cheesy statement, I know, but also plain old true.

Etsy Etsy Etsy

Hi friends!

So... recently I have been using all those precious solo minutes to build a shop on Etsy.com. Hopefully my technologically incompetent self will figure out how to put a window into the shop up here. We shall see...


Oh, p.s. Here is a link ;)
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7279268

Commitment

Hello. I realize that this is is a bit of an anemic web log. It is okay with me. So many things that I am not doing make me feel pressure... and guilt. These two combine to form a sort of el nino effect that rains misery down on my parade. I refuse to instigate.
I do want to keep and nurture this little web loglet (web blogchen aug deutsch). But for me to do that I need to keep it in a box that is happily opened from time to time and does not resent a little dust. I like dust - it is nice to see the accumulation of fingerprints within the layers.

So, here is my commitment to be non-committed. Within the confines of non-commitment, who knows what we might find...

slowly the shutter moves

Hello imaginary friends. As you may have noticed I put up a couple pictures of our cats on this web log. I am hoping to add photos more and more, and more artwork as it arises. This should, after all, attempt to be a complete portrait.

But before future endeavors, photos first. I have a special place in my heart for photographs. I love old ones, treasure new ones, and find them incredibly hard to part with. The picture of my mother in her communion dress, the day we all met Weired Al (and I knew I had the best friends one could ask for), the picture of my sister and I when our 'real lives' were just beginning, my fella and I on our first trip, the slow dying, and the instant of birth. The thousands of pictures of the little one that I stop to pour over.

So it is though photographs that I am currently easing into my artist shoes. For me these days taking pictures is quiet and slow. Moments during naps when I can actually see what I am looking at, or moments when I look at something so wonderful that I am forced to see it.

The pictures that I have been taking remind me of how lucky I am to be here at home. How there are such few times in our lives when we can feel quiet and still. Life with a toddler, I must add, is by no means quiet and quite the opposite of still, but there is a feeling that comes out of days that stretch together when I look at her little face and say, 'what would you like to do today?'. Inside the walls of the house that is becoming our home there is sometimes a peace so great it has a presence . Outside the daffodils bob, the birds gather and scatter, and everything moves so fast.