Green Glass

in which I talk about my face

After spending weeks taking care of things that needed taking care of, I am at the other end and have some 'free time'.  Except that I'm not working so I should feel like all my time is free, but I don't, so there.

Believe it or not, I haven't posted all my self portraits.  I hope to fill up one journal with just images of my own face.

I've actually learned a lot about what my own face looks like.  In life, I try not to look too closely, but forcing myself to slow down and really attend has been - well, eye opening.  

Then there is the whole issue of which lines to include or hint at or which shadows to suggest which saggy parts.  

I'm not even going to talk about the hair issue.  Because of medication, I've lost and regrown hair in two waves the last couple years.  Which has meant that I have short semi-curly hair where I've always had pretty straight.  I am surprised each and every time I look in the mirror. But like I said, I'm not going to talk about that.  Just the interesting eye socket flap I didn't know I had, but do.

A fuzzy note

I haven't been sketching, painting or binding.  It seems my brain is taking a pause.  I signed up for Liz Steel's Sketching Now class, and am letting myself float along with it for the moment.  I'm pretty sure the binding impulse is brewing, back in my brain where things brew, but that's not what is pulling me right now.

I've spent the last month or so sorting and cleaning out boxes of ... stuff.  One of the things I've been sorting is yarn, and since I was virtuous and finished all my projects (I know, I'm still recovering from the shock of actually accomplishing that) I got to go through my yarn horde and pick the yarn and pattern of what I actually felt like doing now.  Fingerless gloves.  

 

Neck warmer things.  I think they have a name but first my daughter started a knitted mobius scarf (which I finished since I am not getting ready for the end of a semester crunch)...

And then I realized I love the fleece ones and the natty blackish once I keep pulling on sent me in a whole new direction.

I got a little carried away.

My neck is so excited.

I'm closing on this note.  It's a fuzzy note because someone was laughing.  The best kind of note.

small thoughts

Usually when I download and edit my photos, my brain develops a little narrative.  I script of what I'm up to, what I'm thinking, whatever flints through.

Today I was grateful to have some quiet time.  I was grateful for all the abundance of sewing, fabric, threads, play, texture, color.

All of that flew through the empty cranium atop my neck.

I did not, however, come up with any good narrative.

Maybe tomorrow.  

Anything written in the middle of the night should be viewed suspiciously

I've been on a bit of blog hiatus that wasn't planned.  Recently, my energy levels have dropped and there is only so much I can get done in a day.  Various creative endeavors have continued, but photographing, downloading, editing, uploading and blah blah blah.... just haven't had it in me.

HOWEVER, I have been inspired to return to greenglass because of yet another on-line class I couldn't resist.  I found Liz Steele's blog a little bit ago (maybe six months?) and then she was an instructor in sketchbook skool and I LOVED her lessons - the topic, the structure, the assignments.  Just enough technical info to inspire and then fun focussed projects (tea cups and buildings).  I felt inspired but not overmatched.

The first lesson is out (although I think people are still signing up), and I am NOT lunging forward into the screen gobbling up each video and outline.  No, I am nibbling. Savoring. 

The last couple months I've had big house projects - BIG HOUSE PROJECTS!  Some of them years in the making.  I am taking small steps in these BIG projects.  Part of what I'm doing is jettisoning objects that I have gathered behind me, swept up in my wake.  Partly I'm edging to a new living spacial arrangement to accommodate life as I know it now (maybe the things I use shouldn't be buried under three layers or tucked between X and Y).  Mostly I am organizing, editing, arranging on a grander scale than I have done in, well, many many years.  

I have much more to say about this, but probably best to continue when I'm not under the influence of the pills that are supposed to be helping me sleep but having managed yet.

I love having a daily post, but I don't see that happening right now.  I'm hoping for every other.  It might happen.  And now I leave you with a shoe.]