crack that book open

Well, that was unplanned. All the better. Been a long time. Course, it's all relative.

I followed suit and suggestion from Kit and picked a bouquet last week, and today I replaced the dahlias with roses, and refreshed the amaranth (that's the puple plumes.....gorgeous, isn't it??):



Upon closer inspection I saw this and it freaked me out. A wee bit of aggression? Eeek, even though I am much bigger than it.

Yes. I mean that little dayglow yellow-green spider in Attack Mode. Maybe it's just hot and airing its pits out? Gives me the willies. Despite a certain beauty, granted.

The pictures hanging there are from a session with Jacque in December 2002. I'd learned about some yoga thing called The Tiger. Jacque had borrowed a digital camera from a friend (neither of us had one at the time) and we each took turns standing or sitting in front of one of her paintings (that's it in the background - fucking awesome, isn't it??). And it all fell together. The painting is a perfect foil for the yoga things we were dramatizing and we really got into it, whipping our bodies and heads around and shit. I'll post the pictures from disc if I can find them....they're around here somewhere.

What a great evening this turned into. Sitting at my L-shaped art table drawing and painting , listening to Thom Yorke's The Eraser, and now Caribou's Andorra. For the first time (me like). I downloaded a slew of music last week. I found Cat Steven's Tea for the Tillerman, finally...I grew up in San Diego listening to that. Now if I could find Manfred Mann's Angel Station. I think that's the name of it.