A collage i'm working on.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Just as i was totally upset to be working today, being so close to the holidays, I definitely think that the people at the toll booths were similarly angry to be working. Every booth i passed was being operated by angry people who glared at me and threw the money in the little basket. People are not nice this time of year. If one more person comes up to my counter and huffs and puffs at me, i'm going to sprout a third head and start breathing fire.
I'm tired, but we're home and i'm trying to cram in some more work.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
A brief but much needed weekend home.
Dinner with Mr. Freckles' parents.
Yet another trip to Michaels for more paper. I have yet to make any more collages, but i've looked at and tried a lot of stuff.
Just found a book of Beane photography.
If you aren't familiar with this artist...definitely check him out.
I planned on using some of them for collages, but the prints are just so pretty. I might take some with me to decorate my room while i'm on Tour.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
What a day.
Its (dare i say) happening.
Ok. Toll booths first.
The one bad thing about writing this blog about the toll booths is that now i'm consciously looking for something to happen. I try not to though.
In my last post i mentioned a transvestite. I don't know if that is the label this particular gentlewoman likes to go by but she's awesome. We will call her Donna until i otherwise determine her name. Today was my second Donna sighting. What strikes me about this Toll booth operator is the whip smack action that she has of throwing change into the little basket. It looks like a DANCE MOVE. Also, may i add that in addition to an amazing hair do (maybe a wig, at least a weave) and impressively long lashes, this lady styles some of the best earrings i have ever seen, two sets of butterflies today. Please keep in mind that this lady sports the impressive bod of a basketball player. Impressive arms. I mean it. I really wanted to ask her name. I was shy. This Donna sighting was like candy. I NEVER NEVER see toll booth people more than once. They are like...secret agents. Also, she calls me honey. That is super.
Everything else pales in comparison.
On the collaging front, i am working on cards ! I have to go through a process of rumination about artwork i'm finding. I have to stare with trepidation at their bare empty surfaces (whether cardstock or canvasboard) for at least two days before i can actually make magic happen.
Its (dare i say) happening.
Here are two of my collages: One is a work in progress, the other an old piece.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Also, as i said i'm working on some collages for an artshow coming up really soon. I've been drawing inspiration from this artshow that Mr. Freckles took me to see the last time that we were down at VA Tech. This is a piece by a proffessor down there. The image is fromhttp://www.vtnews.vt.edu/story.php?relyear=2009&itemno=101
This is a lovely new blog that i found via facebook stalking.
SO a few of my friends from work suggested i use this space to relate my adventures on the Dulles Toll Road. They have been many and varied. Most involve come hither looks from young (or old) men.
Today, was an average Toll day. I presently work at DC's most popular coffee establishment and my tip monies are going toward toll fare. Its sometimes an arduous experience, this trek from Arlington to Leesburg. But a worthwhile commitment to what a friend of mine calls Relationship Maintenance. Its actually awesome because a short 40 minute drive is as close as i have ever been with Mr Freckles. This is his codename.
Anyway, today was a day of Toll Booth Ladies. Most of these women are dismissive. Not dismissable, rather they diss me. Its kind of a look-you-up-down-uhuh-have-a-good-day and i-bet-you-didn't-mean-that kind of exchange.
I would like the record to show that i am mostly always polite to toll booth people. In some way i feel sorry for them. Not because this is there lot in life, but because i'm sure they deal with rushing assholes most of the time. I know how it is for me driving. Toll booths are stationary inhibitors to travel.
Anyway. Twice today i got the once over and dismissal. I even turned my music down and still got dissed. Men do not diss me. As a matter of fact transvestites don't even diss me as i pay my tolls. (That was a fun morning). But little women. They do.
Here is the Link to the restaurant i referenced in my last post. Its great. Definitely check it out.