Purdy Pictures

Hi everybody! Greetings! Yeah, how bout' it? It

is I. Coming to you on a beautiful late Wednesday afternoon. It's like heaven outside. Well you know, in as much so for the common folk and the village idiots. Why just yesterday I was outside in my back yard with the critters and it was just so perfect......... so perfect. All the babies were running around playing tug, racing, chewing on sticks (they got that from me) and I thought to myself.......... self, if you got real cozy like in this chair and just shut your little bitty ole' eyes and kissed the world goodbye...... what a pleasant way to go. All the babies happy and healthy. Sun shining wind blowing thru the trees. Blue skies, nothing but blue skies. I often wonder what might I have done for God to have blessed me so. I have been incredibly gifted from my sweet pappy up above.

Look up there at the pictures! Those first few pictures are some I was working on before I started making jewelry. Its hard for me to do both. Like patting your head and rubbing your belly. I cant roll that way. Its two totally different mind sets for me. I discovered however that jewelry is like a strange and painful therapy. i think more of my heartache goes into my jewelry.

I can honestly say that most times when I finish a piece of jewelry I feel no "peace" with it. I part with it easily. I "disassociate" . I am done with it. Finished.

I cant tell you how many times I have worked on a piece and start with a certain intent only to take a trip down memory lane and end up crying my way through the process. I guess that why they call it art therapy.

I am also very excited to see that grunge art jewelry has taken hold and that there are some out there that are truly developing it into a fine art form. I'm not sure if it will withstand the test of time in the fine art forum or if it will fade away like the older trends, but for now i think the mixed media jewelry represents a few things one being instant gratification. Relatively quick easy money. Pretty things done with out the trial by fire. Without the intense methodical training.

One such type that has really taken my heart is the Tin jewelry. I was first hypnotized with this art form by the talented artist Little Black Rabbit. http://www.etsy.com/shop/littleblackrabbit?ref=seller_info Check it out. Its awesome! It blew me away with its simplicity and its sweetness. And so I too am developing my own tin style.

Another grunge artist with heavy soul and a heavy heart is Sparrow Salvage . This is a young lady who has most certainly paid her dues. Very impressive blog . Very impressive jewelry! http://sparrowsalvage.blogspot.com/

Presently I'm in a gallery here in Nashville (tn.) known as The Bennett Gallery. But I find that I'm not cranking it out the way I should . And as the saying goes, the more you have the more you sell. sigh.

Where have i been? well...... its not uncommon for me to disappear. Its part of my mental makings. I've been attending psycho therapy and i've doubled my medicine which has really taken a good bite out of my temper. This is good. I have a very bad temper. Very bad. And celexa has proven a good friend to me. I've had blood pressure problems from being in the pig state and weight loss will surely stop that.

See that picture up above of my husband? Up there, yonder . That loving "man bear pig" of mine is just laying there in the back yard in the grass just feeling super groovy about life. Now and then I'll lay down in the yard with my "husband" and roll around too. I'll look up at the trees and feel the earth around me. That is when I find myself to be "here now". That state of thinking of only the present.

It has been said that I suffer from a dis associative disorder. My doctor is a little worried that I am disassociating a little too much. You know that spelling looks really "f"ed. Anyway you know I just go through these states........as a whole lotta people do. Its the tortured artist thing. Its so hip you know....... just kidding. but it sometimes seems that way . like cancer. "Every body has cancer........what? you dont have cancer?????.................... well you simply have to get the cancer!!! Or like stephen king said.........."dead is the new alive"

Also.........and i've been told this one before, oh yeah, it seems i have taken so very many wonderful mind altering drugs ..... in this case one being l.s.d. , that I have quote " damaged my frontal lobe" yep, my sensor. the monitor that stops me from saying things like...... "what the fuck is that thing on the end of your nose?!!" or.......... "i see dead people" or........ "my god your boobs are huge!!! can i touch them?" and a multitude of other things that my co workers and friends endure daily. But i say this to ye' now............. I kinda like being brain damaged. Really, seriously. Life is never dull when your brain is damaged.......... at least the frontal lobe. It has all made me think about what i might be like with a normal brain. What might i be doing? I might be a home owner with a husband and beautiful china and art that conforms with my couch.

My fifty dollar couch. As long as i have a multitude of animals i will always have the need for the fifty dollar couch. sad.

you know i'm thinking about this old lady. she's dead now. i cant even remember her name. another damaged brain cell . anyway this little ole' lady was the grandmother of a very very dear friend of mine who died back in 07'. She lived with her daughter and they both got old together and she eventually outlived her daughter. They were the kind of old country women that would do "canning" and pickeling and quilting. i can quilt. but i never get time to.

After they both had died i was in their house with Terry , the son and grandson of the two. We were looking through beautiful scared treasures they had left behind and we came upon some quilt tops that hadnt been quilted yet. Beautiful quilt tops made from what ever their means were lucky enough to bless them with. These were poor women. From very simple hard times.

As we took time to admire and honor the memories they had left Terry drew to my attention that some of the quilt tops were a bit flawed. It seems that in their later days when their vision was failing they had mistaken pretty floral paper towells for fabric and carefully cut and sewed each piece into a palate of fabric from days gone by now folded and tucked away.

Now............ aint that a kick in the ass? Yes good sisters it is.

I really and truly hope that i am out of the woods for a while. I cant say that i'm unhappy. Quite the contrary............ I am closer to accepting what is. And i do realize that what this life is about is serving others. Making the world a better place. We are all looking for lightness in the dark.

I rarely read my blogs that i post. I shy away from comments. but i do want to say that i've received notes from people that i have found most uplifting. and i am most humbled by my new followers and i thank those of you that have stayed . thank you. it moves me.

goodnight wayne.

connie

4/11/12