I has an Art
Wyandotte, Michigan. Home of the yearly Wyandotte Art Fair. It ended last Saturday, and I have only just now gotten my exhausted-from-working-two-jobs-or more precisely one-job-and-one-externship husband to put up the newest addition to my collection o’wackyness; the latest Lundgren painting. It took much pestering and talking in annoying voices, but he finally anchored it into the wall next to my bed, nestling it in amid the silver skullheads stencilled there. And finding myself with yet another Saturday evening and no fundage to go out anywhere, I decided to fire up the camera and take a snappy of it to put up.
As you can see from the resulting photo above, Joker is an attention whore of a cat. The painting by the phenomenal Carl Lundgren is to his direct left. Tomorrow I am planning on locking the cats up in order to spend some time taking naturally lit photos of it, sans cats. Dammit.
Have I gone on lately about how much I adore Carl Lundgren’s art? The newest addition to my little collection of his work is a painting titled ‘Salvation’. A moody piece, it has the recurring theme of winged warrior/prince/savior holding/rescuing maiden/damsel/anonymous sylph amid a science-fictiony background. But I oversimplify. His serious works are stark, but somehow made lush by the addition of elements of incongruity such as half-finished roses at the bottom, or an interesting tattoo, a pair of dice, and so on. His whimsical works are warm and funny and show a uniquely humorous side of his soul.
His is art for da people.
The same day dh and I went to the Art Fair was also the day we went to our local milliner to pick up a lovely black fedora I had had made for me. Fortunately for us, the milliner was located two blocks away from the Art Fair so I got to wear my fabu new hat all day and it kept the sun off of my face nicely.
In other news, I still love my job. And my husband.
Any of my reader have any idea why each post on this blog is posted twice? I am befuddled.
Fluff Number 4
What a week. At work on Monday, there were skullhead balloons and tiny black bottles of skullhead bubbles. There was a skullhead cake and skull head napkins and spinny skullhead decorations and I was so overjoyed with overjoy that my chest threatened to burst open like that guy in the movie Alien. But in a good way.
It was pretty groovy. And definitely memorable. Best birthday I have ever had at work, that’s for damn sure.
And now, the rest of the news. There have been two Neon Tetra additions to our fish tank at work. I put them in when Kathy was off enjoying some training as well as some Dawn-free time. She was tickled to see them when she returned the next day.
I got an email from my sister that was, for once, not filled with forwarded jokes and religious crap. It was nice to actually hear from her. I miss the hell out of her; I wonder if she knows this.
I need three things:
1. A book by Anthony Burgess that is not ‘A Clockwork Orange’.
2. A monopod for my camera.
3. A large iced coffee.
My husband works midnights. It is hard to do anything in the house when he is sleeping during the day. It sucks, but I am not complaining. I know he would not work midnights if he had a choice. He is considering another school after he finishes the one he is in. It will mean another year and a half on midnights for him. It will also mean another year and a half of him working midnights for me as well. Well, I suppose I could go back to school at night, couldn’t I? Yes, I could.
Okay, I am off to investigate the possibilities. And find a large iced coffee.
