This photo came from the drafts file. The title was The gloaming of a lame duck November. 11/18/2020. Nearly one year ago. Doesn’t it feel longer like maybe a century? Isn’t it more than a little disappointing how tense and frightening the state of affairs remains?
In other cheery news, I made an etsy sale yesterday and cleared $2.50. The postage killed me.
Stuffed into a 4″x6″ envelope, this pile of metal bibs and bobs cost $6.83 to ship to the west coast. I charged $3.50.
One way is to think about this is that I am a fool. Another way: I just made $2.50 for stuff I picked up on the street AND I got rid of some studio clutter.
Now, I’m letting the app calculate the postage. And I’ll raise some prices.
I’ve been tired. Can’t blame it all on travel because I was tired in LA, too. It was great to be there, don’t get me wrong, to see the progress, relax together, to have a meal with one of our boys, to see another whole section of the city (Echo Park). It’s just: I was tired.
I glued up this collage the day after returning home. Global warming is on all our minds as Biden heads to Glasgow for the G20 and the details of the BBB bill get hammered out.
This digital mash up includes a snow-scene quilt and this week’s Paris Collage prompt. Not happy with it yet.
It’s a banner year for walnuts. Some mornings it’s like artillery out there. Passing cars add their percussion — pop, pop, pop — as they crush the nuts in the street.
Today I will: write postcards to voters and finish binding two old abstract landscapes.