All Over The Place

Posted on by Sandy Webster

This morning was a nice foggy walk to the gym. The sun trying to make its way through a haze of fog and perhaps smoke from burns.

For the past few days I have been working out how to meet the demands of self-publishing. Of course designing the cover is so much more fun for a visual artist. I found this black and white photo from under graduate school. I was taking a photography class while working on an installation about men leaving home. When asked, most men told me it was a lack of nourishment of one kind or another. This image made in black and white back then seemed perfect for a book of poetry.

But unfortunately, too low a resolution. I know I have the original somewhere so could just scan it to start over but then I thought, just photograph it again, because I still have the work. So now I have another photo of it sitting on rocks outside my front door on the walk with no background distractions. Then I decided to locate and alter other images that would make good book covers for my writings…and got completely sidetracked with the memories of the pieces of sculpture. Now I have plenty to choose from.

Speaking of books and poetry, Andie, a most thoughtful and intuitive friend from Australia, sent me a book of poetry that takes fifty poems and discusses their purpose and meaning. Just what I needed as the poetry group seems only to get together to read and not answer my way too many questions. Thanks so much Andie.

Also I have ordered Cressida Campbell’s book from the exhibition at the National Gallery in Canberra.

I think it was bothering me to not see her work up close and this is the next best thing.

My studio is a mess of felt, threads, pins and needles as I attempt to put the most contemptuous of the Republican Party in pincushion form. Today I completed DeSantis and the representative Santos, known for his lack of ability to tell anything but lies, and has a flair for dressing up. Here they are dancing together. DeSantis is sporting a Mickey Mouse hat and his too long Trump tie. And Santos’s nose increases in length as he tells more whoppers in his dress up heels.

They will get well-deserved pins before joining their peers.

That all was yesterday. I got sidetracked with filling a request to make a drawing of what the “common ground” area could look like here in the subdivision.

And this morning I decided that I should not put off getting my car inspected and a new license tag. As soon as the inspection was over, I shoved all relevant paperwork in my glove compartment and came home. Once here I realized that I was still registered in my former county. So decided to go the thee tag office and try to sort it out. Reaching into the glove compartment, I found that the necessary document I just received from the inspector had completely disappeared! I found former inspection sheets and car repair records from over ten years ago, but not the paper I needed. I went back to ask the man for another ( which he gave me ).  Then off to the tag office to correct my county information and pay the state for the new tag.

A woman busy working on her biscuit waved me over. I heard all about her indigestion from the night before and her unwillingness to forego sloppy joe sandwiches, as she worked diligently to sort me out. The cost was ten dollars cheaper in this county and she complimented me on my wrinkly linen pants as I went out the door. I won’t see her for another year but am already looking forward to it.

And as soon as I got home and opened the now cleaned out glove compartment to put the new papers in, my inspection paper from earlier fell out the back.

Seems I should show a picture of the old un-nourishing bowl in the new photograph.

I need to stop messing about with photos and memories and get busy stitching the four worst Supreme Court members.

More later…..

 

Where Did The Time Go?

Posted on by Sandy Webster

I saw this in the meadow on my way back home from the gym the other morning.

It reminded me of those campy body snatcher movies of the fifties. I think I remember a housewife in an apron (of course) heading into her garden to get some vegetables and being met by aliens looking rather sneaky and aggressive. Then a man came along and rescued her. These plants growing along the edge looked like them. I like it. The picture and what it conjures up.

There was no man around to save me if they got closer.

Sunrises are beautiful.

A walk to the river the other day with a view through a favorite tree.

And more subjects to draw in the Meadow Book.

The cats and I have been enjoying the porch.

My yard man installed the next to last bamboo fence yesterday. One more taller one for the left end of the garden.

It is nice sitting on the porch and listening to the water going into the pond.

I have spent a considerable amount of time sorting out poetry and essays for two books I would like to publish before the summer ends. Yes, S. Webster has been busy. I think Sandy Webster will publish The Burke and Wills Story. I have made choices for cover images. This whole thing is not an easy process but encouragement from family, friends and some in the poetry group has got me working toward finished products. More on that as it progresses.

And then because the felt arrived and the desire to make more pincushions is getting intense with every bit of news, this morning I cut out the really conservative and appalling Supreme Court Justices sitting shoulder to shoulder.

left to right, Clarence Thomas with his wife, Ginny, whispering her deluded wishes in his ear (might have to stick some bills in his pocket as well). Then Justice Alito who is overly influenced by his Catholic faith. Next is Justice Kavanaugh and his beer. And finally Coney-Barret proudly wearing her Handmaid’s Hat. Stitching, stuffing and pins to go.

After that who can resist a wrestling (what else) match between Ted Cruz and Jim Jordan for most obnoxious in their party. I think I will attach them at hands and feet so I can flip them over every once in awhile to see who is on top. And of course Margery Taylor Greene with mouth open, all muscles gripping her weapon of choice. Lindsay Graham in a boot-licking position and DeSantis in a Mickey Mouse hat dancing with Santos in heels. When you think of it, the GOP has slipped way lower than anyone could have imagined.

Tomorrow is the annual Car-B-Q in town.  The square is lined with parked old cars and proud owners raising hoods for closer inspection.

I might just wander up for a look.

More later…..