Rain Rain Go Away

Pardon the Play on Words 'Pun -isms'...could not help myself...the rain is making my brain soggy!! We have been blasted with the stuff... we are getting it on the tails of poor California...UGH! I actually like rain...but when it brings hundreds of little 'leaks' I am not amused! That's what happens when you have a house in the 'dry' desert...rain happens and leaks pop up everywhere from shock! On top of everything else...boy Richard and I have developed little head colds...nothing bad from what I can tell and keeping fingers crossed won't go anywhere beyond a few sniffles, a sneeze or two and desire for hot tea with honey... not sure where we got this one ...I am so good about being in public with germs... but this too shall pass...wow...two colds in the span of two months...UNFAIR!!! But even as I type this I am feeling better....

WOW...just took a peek...I am at 299 Followers... one shy of 300!!!! ZOWIE...DING DING DING ... I could not be more thrilled...

OK...off to chew some more gum to patch the new holes.... if it does not stop soon... Richard's next project might be an Arc!!

Hugs,

Jodi

Happy Birthday E.A. Poe

I almost forgot that today is Edgar Allan Poe's Birthday .... HAPPY BIRTHDAY E.A.

Such an inspiring writer...whose words can warm your heart or chill you to the bone . I have always had a 'thing' for artists who suffer for their work or because of their work... some call it suffering, I call it dedication of the soul. Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec , Kerouac, Poe...and so many others. Think how different our visions would be without their dedications to the soul.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

My Find

There are few pleasures I enjoy more than Haunting Thrift and Second Hand Shops... In an oddly perverse way I thrive on the sometimes dusty musty Older smells that are wafting on the air when I open the door...I always think to myself...TREASURES AWAIT!!! I do love a good treasure hunt (always have) and my routine of the hunt is etched in stone after years and years of seek and find! I am a 'quick scan' kinda gal...feel somewhat like the terminator when he scans the room for human life ... complete with little lights flashing and numbers running in sequence across my eyeballs... and then *BINGO*...I zoom in on whatever it is that excites me the most...and then work out from there. Most who journey with me to these shops know my routine and also know 10 seconds into the store...I am gone!!! Better keep up or get out of my way...I am a girl on a mission ...a mission to seek out the fun, weird, odd, unique ,different, bizarre and one of a kind things that all have my name on them. Richard has learned this over the years and does indeed gently wave as I leave him in a small cloud of dust in my self proclaimed 'Zip Fest'!! I am lucky in that most items that appeal to me...seldom if ever appeal to others... I ADORE the expression on the clerks faces when I check out...I can almost hear their thoughts... "GEESH...we were Wondering who in the hell would buy this *THING*...figures, it's a girl in Bib Overalls"!!! Then I tell them my plans for said item and the little light of OhhHHhH I understand now and what a cool idea as they fondle the item longingly....MINE I think to myself!!!! Oh the hunt and chase is soooo much fun!

So just the other day we were visiting one of our local ' Thriftporiums' and I found a cool pillow and a glass whatchamacallit ...and then Richard (still shaking off the left behind dust I emitted) pointed out a painting he had found way over in the corner... well I went nuts ...it is a lovely 5 feet by 4 feet original acrylic abstract with great colors that I just KNEW would go smashing over our bed (we had been looking for ages for something to fit the blank spot)...and there it was... I would have done a back flip of joy if it were not for the glass whatchamacallit in my arms ... and the Price was unbelievable..let's just say the canvas alone would cost twice what we paid. As we stood back to look at it from a distance of about 6 feet...a man walked up and saw what we were looking at and promptly made a move for it...well like a segment out of 'Six Million Dollar Man' ...I Lept over an old plaid ottoman and reached out my arm to grab before he made it there... (now that would have made a fun YOUTUBE) . Anyway as you see it is hanging on my wall...guess who won the dash!!!!!

This photo does not do it justice ...it is big and bold and reminds both Richard and I of 'Space' and when we each described what we saw...we were both sooo close in our vision...fun!

Being an artist I realize the shock factor of one day finding one of your works hanging on a Thriftemporium' wall ...but, Art can find itself in the strangest places for the strangest reasons...from attics to basements, garages to tag sales ...wherever is ends up and is found... the art lover is blessed to find it and give it the proper home it deserves. I look at art found as breathing a second life into the creation, like a second chance to love it and allow it to continue to bring joy... so no matter where you find it...discovered art can mean as much as the day it is created.

Hugs,

Jodi (aka Lucky Puppy)