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Delightful guests!  How can one resist those chattering, provocative individuals who spark a room with their wit and knowledge?  So what is the problem?  They bring the pleasure of new information, company, and good cheer. Yet as they wave goodby the energy consumed keeping up with them is the exact same energy which would have been spent on a painting or other creative endeavor.  Balance is needed but how to achieve it?  Social obligations suck up the time available for thinking and the day is fractured.  Now comes the effort to get back in the creative groove.  I loved the visit, and the fresh berry pie and the smiles and hugs. Yes, they were a huge reward.  Yet now I cannot find the thread leading to a resolution of the color dilemma this set of dried palm fans poses as they sit in the corner of my studio. Is this the “right” blue for that yellow?  Perhaps I should change the yellow?  Add a bit of orange or a piercing yellow-green?  Does it really matter so much which blue goes with which yellow?  YES!  YES!  The two together will either sparkle or thud and I am the one responsible for picking the one which will sparkle.  If I hit the magic combination there will be exhilaration and a pleasant feeling of “rightness.”  If I miss that combination there will be deflation and grim determination to try again … and again … and again.  Another chance to get it right.  Thanks the Gods there are always chances.  There is randomness and there is serendipity and we need a fine mixture of the two. Now here is an interesting thing … some artists like to flit between this and that … each project adds something to the other.  If you persist in doing a project when the time is not right it is like walking across a muddy clay field … every step adds a bit of clay to the soles of  your feet until you have a heavy platform shoe and you cannot go forward.  The  lesson the artist learns, over time and trial, is to let it flow and to lessen the tight control which is so tempting.  Serendipity is splendid … let it roll over us in productive waves.

Black Witch Moth

Early Morning Risers … dawn blankets the sky with apricot color as I trip, literally, down the steps to our little laundry room. Half asleep, I glance at the floor before I step in and there is a black blob. Catching my foot an instant before it lands on the blob, I lean over, bleary-eyed, and perceive a butterfly? a moth? some creature?  I rush in and wake D.L. who repeats my stumble down the steps and growls “What? What is it?” He stares in astonishment as I wave him back. “Don’t scare it … I want to take a photo of it.”

After a moment he says “But … But … it is dead!” Checking up close we touch the moth and it is dead so we pick it up and take it inside where I find a photo of the Black Witch Moth on the internet. There it says it is the largest moth north of Mexico at 5 to 6 inches. It is often mistaken for a bat.

One site says the Mayans called it Mah-Ha-Na which means “May I borrow your house” since they frequent indoor places. It is also considered a harbinger of death in Caribbean and South American folklore. Regardless, it is a lovely treasure and a remarkable start to our morning.

ENJOY !!

Stony Creek Road

Here is the 13 mile road between Pardee Lake and Jackson, California which is a little used road in the Sierra foothills.

California Golden Hills

California Golden Hills

On a 93 degree-at-noon day the golden hills rest in silence and so do the horses.

Resting Horses

Resting Horses

 

The Oaks spread their majestic limbs and the native Buckeye trees have begun shedding their leaves and developing the green balls which hold their seeds.  They will soon be bare which is an evolutionary strategy to cope with dry California summers and minimize their need for water.

Majestic Oaks

Majestic Oaks

California Buckeyes

California Buckeyes

California Buckeye Seed Pods

California Buckeye Seed Pods

The thistles are dried and ready to fling their seeds to the wind.

Thistle Seed Heads

Thistle Seed Heads

It is August … warmth … lazy long days …

Along this road are stone fences built by the Chinese laborers brought to the gold mines in the late 1800’s … they still stand and define each farm.

Stone Fence built by Chinese laborers

Stone Fence built by Chinese laborers

And at the end of the peaceful, old road there is ICE CREAM!!

D.L. and end of the road ice cream

D.L. and end of the road ice cream

The golden hills of California … always in my dreams …

Under a cloudy sky, crowds assembled to celebrate the huge, remarkable onions produced in this valley, the Rio Grande Valley of Texas. Fields of onions are being harvested and at the festival grounds they are turned into delicious blossoms to be eaten a petal at a time. The process is visually wonderful from the vibrant young woman smiling and waving in the van which is called “The Lord Of The Onion Rings” to the customer holding her newly purchased blossom. Served with tomato ketchup or blue cheese dip it is a pleasure to pull off a crunchy petal, dip it in yummy dressing, and then pop it in your mouth and celebrate the taste of THE ONION !!

Future?

Freedom! … from fossil fuel! My conception of Fusion is a small sun being squeezed between two giant magnets to produce lots and lots of energy for us to use. Perhaps someday every village and city will have their “own” small sun to supply all the needed electricity and a tiny cost. Think Fusion!

Aliens with Bubble Living Quarters by Mary P Williams

Aliens with Bubble Living Quarters by Mary P Williams

Floating high above their planet are creatures residing in their individual spheres where they live, reproduce, and gaze at the stars.

Greetings by Mary P Williams

Greetings by Mary P Williams

A Human reaches toward some intelligent beings and sends wave-forms to them as their language requires. Can two cultures meet and communicate? How will we modify our own behavior to enable us to exchange information? A fascinating future lies ahead.

I am recommending the two books “The Three Body Problem” and “The Dark Forest” by the Chinese author Cixin Lui which was recently translated.  A mind-boggling revelation of a future talking to OTHERS in the universe. Warning … very technical language and a foreboding view of how meeting another civilization might proceed. Foreboding = fearful apprehension

New Planet

New Planet by Mary P Williams

Out and about in the universe we see a new planet beginning to cool and tiny green plants pop up to colonize and soften the sere surface.

Eruption

Eruption by Mary P Williams

This is after the eruptions, which form the planet, finish their dynamic processes.

Nanobots

Nanobots by Mary P Williams

Some creative soul mentioned that it might be best not to send massive spaceships out to explore the arms of our galaxy but to send tiny, thimble sized nanobots out in fleets of millions. Scatter them 360 degrees, wait for them to land on various planets, replicate themselves, explore, and send back all the information we need. This captivated my imagination so here is a fleet speeding out to visit the universe.

Prickly Pear, an art quilt by Mary Fitzgibbons

Prickly Pear

How hard is it to make a piece of material look like a crinkly cactus blossom? Very Hard! And Mary Fitzgibbons has succeeded in bringing us the texture and essence of a bloom which will last a day or two and then be gone. Fabric art about the weird cacti family is one of her special talents.

 

Saguaro Journey, and art quilt by Mary Fitzgibbons

Saguaro Journey

The Saguaro year-long journal quilt takes us through the green-rainy season on to the parched-land season and the steps in between. Sometimes the Saguaro is plump with stored water and then it gradually becomes thinner and thinner. A creative concept executed with verve! These plants have adaptability in spades.

One Love, an art quilt, by Mary Fitzgibbons

One Love

With stars in their eyes this couple marry and dance toward the future with lighthearted gaiety. He from the United States and she from Venezuela —“Two Countries – Two Hearts – ONE Love” . It is based on a Frida Kahlo painting. Fabric ART indeed! Mary Fitz has such a delicious way with color, pattern, and 3D flowers – it makes the heart sing.

The Candidate, an art quilt, by Mary Fitzgibbons

The Candidate

Look at this celebration of a graduation at Stanford University in California. Love the symbolism, the palms, and the wonderful face of the graduate. Fabric ART Forever !!