Saturday..... thoughts.......

Greetings on this Saturday! Life is good for the fortunate yes? And indeed if you're reading this right now then most likely you're at that cozy spot in your "space" or in the library or where ever and for the moment you are fortunate! And patient. And curious. I'm surprised and grateful to see my followers, thank you! Sprinkled here and there across the universe are my friends. NICE!

You know a long time ago when I started this blog, well me and the Squeester , I had this vision of a happy happy place. I'm not sure how this happened exactly. I think what brought this about was Suzi Blu. I was watching Suzi videos and I was just marveled by all the happiness. At the end of the day I could sit down and escape via Suzi. It was encouraging. And to this day I still check in on Suzi and watch her evolutionary transition into an Oprah type "art chickie" .

But then...... as hard as I tried I could not find that eternal state of bliss, even if it meant that I.... if only for the time it takes to produce a post......... went there to the happy place. Dont get me wrong now..... I'm happy, pretty much downright daft most of the time....... but always way down deep I'm regretting something. Pick a subject from a to z and I have a special regret for that letter. So my aspirations of being Suzi or a Naughty Secretary went down the drain like the red orange dye that I use on my hair. I couldn't do it.

I dont want to harp about being bi-polar. Because I'm starting to think that being bi is better than the norm.....in most cases. So while I'll still continue to blog about art , cause I'm always doing it, I'll talk about my life. My day. Squees day. Now I know you might think "well you already do that" yeah kinda sorta I do. But bloggers have balls. We sit down at the keyboard and we tell all......... or what we want the world to see. When you type it out and hit the send button........well, thats all she wrote. Hello world! Now if the world should end tomorrow, and that would be all too cool with me, then I.....like you....have a story to tell. So friends you dont have to follow me if you dont want to. I wont be offended. I might even have Squee eliminate the "followers" and comments. Those things tend to make me more self conscious. I'll write into space and hit the "publish post" and know that ready or not......... there "I" go. Out into the world of earthquakes and Charlie Sheen and porno and Paula Dean. Just like the rest of you.

Okay, so lets see if theres any art stuff I can post.......... hold on......... okay I've posted 3 pictures. The first of Lilly. Lillys never really been outside except for when she was a baby. She has a partial cleft palate and the people that originally "owned" her took her mom away from her and her siblings when they were way too young back during the drought in 07' I believe. They sat out a bowl of cows milk under an old window air unit and gave themselves a pat on the back. They had ridden themselves of a female cat and provided nourishment for the babies which they knew would surely die. And die they did. Except for Lilly. Every day when I come home from work Lilly jumps up to the window and I raise the blinds. She'll sit there for the longest just looking out at the trees. I say "Lilly.....if I could only take you to the top of the trees I surely would!" I guess shes watching the birds, maybe shes thinking about her mom, wondering why she left. Maybe shes thinking about fish, or rain or some fragmented "cat thoughts".

The second picture is one that I did for an art auction which took place at the Tinney Gallery.
http://www.tinneycontemporary.com/

I was blessed to have done well as it was an auction for a spay neuter event. Spread the love! I look forward to doing more.

The third is a self portrait of sorts. I took a Misty Mawn video class awhile back and she had us draw our faces without looking at the paper. You know, one of those.........well once finished I was happy with the results and so I just kept going. Squee liked the drawing/painting and now its hers. By the way....... Squee is a wonderful gal! Yes indeed.

This past Wednesday whilst working my night job fate took an unusual turn . Now when I present this scenario I do so with the utmost respect and humility. Please understand this! I am however presenting an event that I consider myself most fortunate in experiencing.

My night job is somewhat boring. Sometimes dangerous. And a little..........wee bit......... oh, jeez, cheesy. Its the product(s) and the clientele and most likely ..me.

It was rollin' round 8 o'clock. Thats when we close. I was putting up stock when I heard the door bell ring and a customer entered. A plain lady. Quite ............ plain. Neglected. Unappreciated. Overlooked. Unloved. Broken hearted. Polite and perhaps lonely. But arent we all? Anyway she starts talking about this and that and before you know it the subject matter becomes so far out there that I cant let her go on especially so close to closing time. So I say to her......."lady, you're either crazy or you're walking history". Before I could say crazy she had already thrown the word in for me because by now shes heard it a thousand times. yeah most likely. I say " can I google you?" ........ "Probably so" she says. and so I whip out my Precious (i-phone) and I give it a google. Sure nuff' I was standing with a legend.

She has had quite a few strokes. This was visible from the left side of her face. Her whole being generated a world of street wisdom as well as book smarts. I dont know if it was the fact that she felt a connection with me, or if it was just standard protocol but her conversation was laden with eyebrow raising "confessions". I was in awe. We discussed art, of which she is a profound painter, and we discussed animals . She has 10 dogs and 4 cats. From the moment I talked to her I was at once haunted by her. I will never forget her. I gave her my phone number and told her that if she ever needed me for any reason I would be there. I told her I was honored to meet her, humbled............. and when I did she just looked down in shame and humility and then went on her way.

Her name is Anna Sandhu Ray. She is the ex wife of James Earl Ray. Pray for this soul. Wish for her peace and tranquility. Her burden is heavy.
http://theannasandhuray.com/

When Anna left my co worker said......."you know, you'll never hear from her" and perhaps I wont. I told her I could help her. I wanted her to meet my best friends Wayne and Deb at Wonders on Woodland............. they would love her art. But in a way, Anna is long gone. Long gone at the hands of others greed. God bless Anna Sandhu Ray. May she find peace.

Well thats all for now. I'm working on a couple of projects and this week or next I'll start jewelry. I know, I know, I keep saying that......but I will.
Will post soon, God lord willing and the creek dont rise.
connie
saschi