Two families sheltering in the safest of two homes, 4 people, 5 adult cats and 4 new kittens. We were lucky, we had a place to stay and we only got a weakened eye-way pass that was tropical storm level. We had minor limb fall, but had been doing ongoing tree maintenance since I bought the house. Some of the immediate neighbors lost fences.
In town, there were areas of bad flooding and massive tree fall. A big transformer went up in smoke causing a 2 alarm fire. Diesel was in shortest supply and stations along the I-75 escape corridor on the West side of town were out of gas off and on for days before and after the storm hit. As fast as power was restored after the storm allowed, it went down again as wet ground caused delayed damage from continued tree fall.
Power was out long enough in the area of the major stores, that they lost tons of food. Waffle Houses were reporting food was low and had sparse menus, but as tradition had it, they were open. It only took us 3 hours to get something to eat in celebration of our good luck. We sat and chatted and gave the waitress on the floor encouragement every time she fretted about being sorry about the delay. She had been on duty 13 hours at this point.
After almost a week things are better, clean up and restocking is still ongoing.
God has blessed us and I know all things happen for a reason. That said, we do not always know the reasons. What I see are these things. This town sheltered many refuges during the storm. It sold gas to those who needed it to the last drop, without looking at were the license plate was from. Food and water was made available to the last case and accessible to as many as could get to it. Emergency line crews sheltered here out of danger, so they could stay as close as possible to where they would be dispatched. Military and FEMA passed through here waiting for the storm to let them return to Florida as quickly as it was safe.
There are many for whom it will be weeks, months, and longer, before they will finally have homes again. Some will never have anything to go home to and will choose to rebuild or move on. My prayers go out the them. May God give them shelter from the storm, that may have passed, but still exists.
...A friend help me during Labor Day weekend to cut my stock of 1/8” Thick reclaimed MDF. The MDF was donated to me by a framing shop I used to work for. The stash yielded: 52-10” sq, 144-8” sq, 130-6”sq, 239-4” sq. Took 3 hours with both of us running saws. Now to sand and prime. Noooo, not all at once, took enough abuse to this old body yesterday. (Thank You – B, P, and H)
...I finished a long overdue project that had been in storage and not accessible due to my having no home or studio space where I could safely work. It came out beautiful. I am now officially out of the antique restoration business once it is delivered. I enjoyed it when I was younger and learned a lot. Faux finishes, dying fabric and thread to match aged materials, and color blending paints to repair designs. All good techniques I have been using in my own art work over the years.
…This last month I joined the new “The Abundant Artist Association” Trade Association for Artists and having a blast. Making friends and working with a lot of wonderful artists. Lots of good stuff going on inside. No I am not getting paid to plug this organization...
“Learn how TAA Association makes it easier for you to sell art, advocates for your rights with corporations, provides access to group healthcare discounts, and is putting control back in the hands of artists like you.” - Cory Huff.
Really looking forward to the 1st TAA Association Challenge which starts September 2017 (2 weeks): This challenge will be hosted by Gwenn Seemel. Check out her blog at GwennSeemel.com.
When I was 6 years old, my Grandmother did not dare leave me unattended with screwdrivers and things that were put together with screws. Watches, radios, door knobs, and screwdrivers were not safe left alone with me. I became really good at taking stuff apart; not so good at putting things back together at that point.
At age 8, I started to learn to put things together. I upholstered my first piece of furniture, a stool, for a customer of my Grandparent's interior design studio. I have been building since that point, and still taking things apart, but less since the internet tells me how things are made.
At age 18, I acquired a computer programming degree. When the home computer and web design became popular, I taught myself HTML and CSS by reverse engineering code. Back to taking things apart again.
Then at age 37, the architectural drafting degree was added to list. Worked in construction off and on, as an electrical helper, swinging a hammer, and steel estimating. Putting things back together again.
At age 55, a BFA in Studio Art, Cum Laude. I did a fair amount of time in the paint labs, but more time in printmaking, cutting and etching plates. Then more time in ceramics and sculpture labs, again building and putting things together. Even in the paint classes I built sculptural forms on the canvas.
These days, the only flat art I produce is digital, only because I have not yet acquired a 3-d printer. Yet! I really do need to use that CAD experience from drafting school.
About "Tidal Pool" - From microcosm to macrocosm the circle is the prime shape. Made from recycled card stock, wood, rope and paint for a glass like finish.
God gift, purposeful manifestation, happy accidents, coincidence - whatever you want to call it, things happen. The path to the outcome cannot always be traced until the event horizon is reached, hindsight is always perfect sight. Or is that the only truth? If I am paying attention, I can take advantage of the early warning of opportunity ahead. Here are some steps I have found that help to unveil the path unseen or not noticed as I think of it.
Even seemingly insignificant events catching my attention can change my direction, either mentally or physically. A random event or observed situation may contain a clue or be a signpost. I ask myself, what was I just thinking about? Is it connected? I always scan my surroundings to check out what is going on on and do I know anyone.
A chance meeting with someone I know, or a stranger, might just be the person I need or who connects me to the person I really need. Is there someone who I have wanted to talk to, and I know who they are, and suddenly there they are. I go and introduce myself to them. I might tell them I like what they do and I ask them what they are doing lately. Make the encounter about them first to grab their attention. Meeting them is now an open door and if they respond to my attentiveness to them, I ask my question. You never know who has the answers to a question unless it's asked. I have started conversations with strangers while waiting in lines and received valuable insights.
“I think I'm afraid to be happy because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens.” - Charlie Brown
My validation... Nature requires balance, so for every good thing I get in life I have to accept something bad. Black and white, day and night, love and hate, etc. the proverbial two sided coin.
I was brought up to believe I had to work hard enough to kill myself to get to what or where I wanted to go. I still want to find out who coined that heart attack slogan, "No Pain, No Gain." So, upon reaching my goal, I found myself too sick and tired to care if I won or lost and often sorry I bothered to try at all. I, me, and myself set it up for the bad to arrive on the scene. Making me feel that Charlie hit it square on the head - is it really worth getting happy if you have to get sad again?
Logically, I know it does not have to be that way. I am still learning, to nibble life, not choke on it. Being vigilant to seek silence when I get over-stimulated. Knowing when to pause, when to say no to over extending myself, and not letting myself feel defeated no matter what the outcome. And if I do over extend myself; not beat myself up over it. Breathe, rest, and go again. Being aware and focusing on the moment. Feeling and doing good and not worrying about the outcome.
I am practicing not waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to make absolutely sure I am far enough away, that if it does drop, it doesn't hit me.