bechtel clad censure

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.  - Haruki Murakami

In the studio today with a hunk of chocolate-  that means I'm not getting much work done because it keeps calling me over to gnaw a bit more off the edge.  Beats me how I ended up this way, because over the years I have pretty much lost my taste for the stuff.  But it still calls to me from the depths of my purse.  But between hunks off the edges, I'm also getting work done on the hand book.  I know, you thought I finished it a month ago but I didn't, only the pages.  Over the past few weeks I keep seeing it lying there on the table but I finally got at it.  I had started another book, using the old book pages from the 1970 Who's Who of American Women and collaging stuff on top of them.  Then ZAP I realized how much better the hand illustrations would look glued to the book pages.  And they do. 

 All the pages have been printed with the photos I took of the cement mixer on the lot behind our house, and they make a much more interesting layout than just white papers.  Here's a cement mixer picture:

I know, I know, not very compelling but...

When it's lightened up and printed over another print (on the right) or over the book pages (on the left), it takes on a different feel and now I can use it for background.

I'll put something else around the edges, maybe in the burnt sienna color of the mehndi

a potpourri of pages (the top one with the checks is also the cement mixer printed on book pages.

and the lion with a little joke-  note at the top and at the bottom, cartoon hands presenting him.  Sorry this one is blurry, too close with the camera and too lazy to re-take!  

That said, here is a perfect sign for my current state:

From Helmet Dawg, a serious motorcycle helmet!  Imagine this pulling up behind you...

the Cul-matic.  Looks like something you have to dress up to use.  Good thing I don't need one, eh?