Decorative Fat-faced Errata

Horrors:

You may not be comfortable with your role as an action hero today as fiery Mars runs into a complex web of aspects. You might feel as if you're ready to boil over, yet the fire isn't quite hot enough to do the trick. Cooling your jets until everything is in order may not be an option because the window of opportunity won't stay open for very long. Even if you don't have a detailed plan in place, just grab the chance while you can and apply your energy to creating your future.

Pithy Poetry:

A POEM BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI:

working out

Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.

Van, whores don't want
ears
they want
money.

I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much else.

And a peek at the newest encaustic, still in progress and badly in need of it's next layers:

 Since I took this I rearranged the panels in different order.  In case you can't tell, it's about horizons.  And I also need to fix my camera that is doing kind of a fish-eye thing.  Why isn't anything easy?  Where is the darn manual?  Why am I asking Blogger?  

 I've been changing things around and taking down old stuff and moving things to better spaces the last few days-  JUST IN CASE a guy with a fat checkbook comes along.  Fat checkbook, fat chances.  This is the garage door front of the studio where I do machine sewing and kill bugs that get in under the door.  

 And by the front door I re-hung the rusty chain encaustic series, not in the same order I had sweated over last time I hung it, and which I liked a whole lot better than this but at least it's up again.  I have a whole lot more 'redecorating' to do but the reason Ive even started it is because I am procrastinating on the big yellow piece.  Which I am disliking more with every stitch because everything I do leads to showing me how much MORE I need to do before I can even pick it up vertically!  Rats.

And finally the loyal studio dog who got into this chair she hates with a bribe of dog cookies.  When she found out I was lying, she left.  Funny, so many have left when they found out Iw as lying...  not just dogs either.  She too needs a haircut, that rakish cowlick over her left eye allows her to bump into things.  So sad, but at least you got some pictures this time!  Un-retouched, stop complaining!  


My little piece of good news is I finally found a competent haircutter in Florida so my haircut prices are going down by $500 each since JetBlue is no longer involved in the process.  And that completes my move to Florida full time.  Now all I have to do is convince TY that 'we're in a better place...'.