Project Dayshoot: what I’m doing on Monday

I grew up in a small town in South-ish, Central-ish Willamette Valley. Then I moved to another small town and lived there for a long time. While Chase and I lived in Forest Grove I documented the places we went and the drives we took. Part of me always wanted for the WPA to happen again, or to figure out a grant for us to just drive and document. Now, we get to (or, more properly, Chase gets to and I get to assist and document) be part of Project…

And to think my intentions were so good

So, I saw a sweet little moment at the Medieval Faire in Forest Grove. And I was like, “I’m gonna paint that all Norman Rockwell stylez.” Because I miss painting. It was fun. I super love using using my Instagram as a documentation of process. But everything is the Loc-Nar, for me, so. The feeling sort of changed. I do love how this turned out and I decided that since the original is just getting filed away somewhere I might as well make it available to get as a print…

Even so, went through it in about a day and a half

Each year, around my birthday, I allow myself one box of cereal. This year it’s wheat Chex, because I live an exciting life. Even though we break the “no-grain” rule with some regularity, simply not having specific foods (like: cereal, loaves of bread and, as of this year, tortillas) in the house has gone such a long way to prevent too-easy meals and snacks from being relied on. It creates a space where new food habits are built. A special bonus is that we’ve effectively stripped all my comfort-binging foods…

Even though we’re no-grain there’s a jar of white flour in the cupboard. It’s a vital part of a lot of my crafting, mostly in flour glue for papier mâché. What I forgot that it’s great for, until recently, was salt dough. I used to sculpt a lot, with polymer clay. I still have a good bunch of polymer clay, but most of it is old and pretty much useless (the problem with an attic being your studio, there’s a lot of extreme temperatures). So when I got the bug…

The Pink

Based on The Pink, collected by the Grimm brothers. The original is an Aarne-Thompson type 652, The Boy Whose Wishes Always Come True.   One moment, I existed. The moment before that I wasn’t even a thought. It’s a different thing, to not exist. It’s not all nothingness, that’s for sure. Nothing is something, if it’s the absence of it. It wasn’t all that jarring to suddenly be, but my mind was full with being around finite things, with just being. I wasn’t, then I was. I wondered if, from…