As some of you know, I decided to take the plunge and open a Facebook account last week. I have been spending some time over there in order to understand it all. It's hectic, flashy and confusing. So...that being said, let me also say ~ I Love My Blog!...I Need My Blog!
There is a gentleness here. A flow and calm that I have not found anywhere else...ever! This particular art-blogging community of like-minded souls is a tiny Heaven on earth ~ nicely wrapped in this electronic box we call the computer.
I know now that I will use Facebook to keep up with family and friends. I've even reconnected with my best friend from Elementary school, and after all these years, we have so very much in common that it's almost spooky. But, as far as my art and my artist friends are concerned, I'll stay right here, thank you very much!
~Now, onto my treasures~
As you well know by now, I adore all things rabbit-y. I love to use their heads in my art. I find them to be challenging because they truly are almost expressionless. Because I use them "anthropomorphically", I must bring personality into the rabbit/human creation. I find that the personality usually comes from a certain tilt of the head. Well....anyway, maybe you get my drift, maybe not. Ultimately, I LOVE rabbits...
The gentleman to the right with the dark hat is my Grandpa Watson. No one in the family knows who the other gentleman is. But have a look at the rabbit! Then...look closely and you'll see that my Grandpa has a bandaged finger. Could he have been bitten by the rabbit? What a curious photo! The thing is, even if my Grandpa wasn't in this picture, I would still love it. So, having it in the family makes it even that much better.
My cousin Danny has the hard copy of this cabinet photo. Until a few days ago, I had no idea that this photo existed. It is a treasure for sure. Danny has kindly sent this image to me and I intend to print it and hang it in my studio.
~This is something that I have wanted to share with you for a very long time...
When I was in first grade, I had a friend named Noha. I don't remember her last name, but I believe she was Arabic. She came into my school several months after the school year started and she spoke very little English. The teacher asked me if I would help her to learn some English words. So, I worked with Noha the best that I could, and she did learn to speak some English. As a thank you for helping her with her English, she gave me this beautiful Scarab ring...
As you can see, I do not clean it, as I don't want to damage it. A bit of the lacquer has already peeled off, so I am very gentle with it and only take it out of it's box when I get a hankering to have a peek. This is one of my treasures.
~The last treasure that I want to share with you today is a very special friend that I've had my entire life...
Can you see that he's so old he's gone blind? He's ever so tattered and he's come unstuffed a bit through the years...
I don't even know who gave this to me or who made it. He is stuffed with very old women's stockings! Isn't he adorable? When I was little, I dreamed that he was my very own real live monkey. My mom made a diaper for him with a hole for his tale. Now, the diaper is gone and he proudly sits in my family room.
Well, as you can plainly tell, I haven't much to blog about today, but I really wanted to be here, to tell you all how much I appreciate you and to find my calm, gentle world once again.
Kim
Gerushia's New World
