3 realities. The everyday consensual. The Eleven Islands. The future.
All these vibrant hibiscus are flowering at the moment in the old gardens adjacent to the residential village where I now live …
Most of the residents living in the old village have gone but their gardens live on. Seems to me from this show that hibiscus are hardy and forgiving.
Today I learned how to ‘play’ my screen saver. It’s the kelp forest and the diver, drone, or camera moves slowly through it. This is the few seconds before I start the day.
Then I hit ENTER on my password and I have to live with whatever area it stops at. For a while all I could see all day was huge swags of kelp behind all my directories.
Got sick of the boring view. Went through all the other available screen savers, didn’t like any of them. Re installed the kelp forest.
This morning I thought to view the whole loop. Duh, people will be saying. I hit ENTER at a place I liked and hey presto … a whole new and different wallpaper. I’ve got fish now, swimming between the folders.
This book, that I tripped over this morning in my longtime search for independent blogs, hooked my attention with its appendices.
Books On Books Collection – Timothy Donaldson
Since my fictions range over many cultural groups and therefore different languages, and I have the main characters moving from group to group, I’m always looking for ways to write language learning …
This is the taster, as I’m on my mobile. Later, when I move onto my laptop with its bigger screen and I can see what I’m doing, I’ll write the expansion if the original idea allows itself to be expanded.
Sometimes I have two or three posts on the go being drafted due to needing more info. Like, for instance, the expansion on the mysterious stone that needs me to dig around in geological areas.
The word ‘expansion’ is really starting to bother me, it needs rephrasing. Never mind, I have a thesaurus on my laptop.
This blog seems to be the best medium to record my ideas as they arise, as I usually allow myself an hour or so of screentime on my mobile first thing in the morning. While I have my breakfast, imbibe my coffee and drink a liter of salted water.
I’ve known this as an SF genre for a while.
“The name spells it out. “Solar” signals optimism and a strong association with renewable energy, while “punk” reflects a DIY ethos and an anti-capitalist philosophy.”
With water, vinegar and more water, the mystery stone is starting to give up its secrets.
When I washed it with vinegar the outer sandy-looking layer immediately began to melt. So that’s a limestone layer, I assume.
There appears to be a hole or cracked area in the center and a weird straight sliver in the upper left. That doesnt feel stony. Wonder if it could possibly be petrified wood?
This is a side shot. Another or same insertion … a sliver of something. Although, that area is also reminiscent of the bunch of leaf-thin layers.
And then that black circle … is it animal, vegetable or mineral? It looks like lichen. Too bad I don’t have a microscope. I wonder what mineral could make that yellow. Doesn’t look like sulfur. [I learnt ‘sulphur’ for that word.]
Getting more and more interesting.
The inside has to dry before I can get a good image.
With water, vinegar and more water, the mystery stone is starting to give up its secrets.
When I washed it with vinegar the outer sandy-looking layer immediately began to melt. So that’s a limestone layer, I assume.
There appears to be a hole or cracked area in the center and a weird straight sliver in the upper left. That doesnt feel stony. Wonder if it could possibly be petrified wood?
This is a side shot. Another or same insertion … a sliver of something. Although, that area is also reminiscent of the bunch of leaf-thin layers.
And then that black circle … is it animal, vegetable or mineral? It looks like lichen. Too bad I don’t have a microscope. I wonder what mineral could make that yellow. Doesn’t look like sulfur. [I learnt ‘sulphur’ for that word.]
Getting more and more interesting.
The inside has to dry before I can get a good image.
Surprised myself, taking this shot, and look at the festive lights.
The dark had a few bands of dark grey and I wondered how they’d show up.
Who knew that all that cloud-life, invisible to human eyes, despite them being augmented with new lenses, could be shown by a hand-sized piece of technology?
Its eyes immediately changed the program it usually follows and went into slow motion. Gathering light to itself and noting wavelengths, it transcribed them into colors and festive textures. All before the end of the few seconds it took to record the scene. Magic!
She has a lot of tracks you’ll be saying, and you’re not wrong. This particular track I’ve been on for only about six years and was off for over six to nine months.
This time last year I had a lot of nightmares, so much so that I thought to get some help figuring out why. First saw a dream analyst for about fourteen weeks. Fatigue reared its ugly head. The trip there and back by public transport once a week proved too wearing. I went to once a fortnight, then quit and looked for something online. (I am lucky to have so many good options.)
Found This Jungian Life podcasts and listened non-stop for a few weeks then signed up for their Dream School, Websites at end of the post. So for six months I painted my dreams and studied how to interpret them. That’s still going. The course is twelve months.
But once you’re taking notice, dreams come thick and fast and I only painted a few. Wrote the rest. The journal these days is a loose leaf folder with pages inserted when and where. And notes, because as you learn more previous dreams also suddenly get meaning.
The community committee organizes classes and groups. I joined a painting group. Two people are working in oils. Two in acrylics. The leader asked me what. I went home and fetched my watercolors gear. Painted a little scene.
Ordinary, compared to what came after, and there a few things I would’ve done different if I’d been more aware of what I was doing, and less concerned about where I was doing it. I’ve never painted in public.
Lol, there’s no planning in this landscape at all. I started at the top with the sky which worked OK. All the rest reminds me of the scenery of an early computer game, Robin Hood I seem to remember, forest in clumps suggesting paths where the merry men disappeared. A slope and a lake? River? Ice? That blotty bit in the middle? Was where I was distracted, painting in public as I said, and my brush hit the paper where it shouldn’t have, and I tried to blot off the marks.
Link to both Dream School and the This Jungian Life podcasts. This Jungian Life
My thoughts on Leisl Baker’s round, oil on board painting Johnston Creek. Below, a partial view
What happened then … is that I inserted a blog post block on the Art Stories Page and one hundred existing blog posts from the Home Page loaded.
Aaarghhh!!!
That’s not what I meant! I wanted to write new art-related blog-posts, specific to that Page. Is it cheating to want that?
Not going to work, is it?
Is there anything wrong with the Brick Stories Page? It works. People read it. The proof is in the stats. Live and learn as they say, I should give up sooner this time. Not spend so much time beating my head against immovable objects. Just do what already works.
But I wanted an elegant, artistic solution! Talking to yourself also will not help. Delete the overloaded block, already.
Rita de Heer 