Art du Jour 28

imageMy inspiration for this was our six-hour road trip home on Boxing Day, when there was nothing much to look at except trees and snow.  And the strangest cloud bank I’ve ever seen.  It was straight across the sky, beginning and ending abruptly with nothing interesting to say for itself.

I could have taken a blurry picture through a dirty car window, but I like how much less realistic this is.  Let’s call it impressionistic, because that sounds like an artsy word.  I might have thrown it out but my daughter saw it half-finished and said she liked it.

The reality of how boring it was put me to sleep.  I think I’ve captured that very well.

This piece (of whatever you’d like to call it) was inspired by the pattern on the drawing paper.  I’m the kind of person who sees faces in the bathroom tiles and on the whorly things on ceilings and floors.

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I am especially enamoured of her bizarre hair.  When I am famous and there is a book written about my art, this will be referred to as my “insane coloured charcoal” period.

Well that was fun.  I’m thinking I should now do something serious, but also at the same time wondering what the hell for.

Rainy Days and Mondays

011This picture was taken a couple of days ago when the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue filled with fluffy clouds, and I thought W would like to see what the neighbors new fence looks like.  For which we owe him half of whatever it cost.  W is off to his island again for most of the summer, sending me texts and drinking rum.  And fishing.  Let’s not forget all that fishing.

Today the sun is shining somewhere else.  The sky is a thick grey blanket.  It’s spitting rain.  It’s Monday.  I have to go to work.  Talk about your double-double whammy.  For now I don’t have Mondays off anymore.  My schedule has always been at the whim of circumstance and a boss who schedules our lives like it’s some kind of random crap shoot.  Sundays, Thursdays and Fridays are now my days off.  Now that I’ve put that in writing it’s likely to change completely before the month is over.

Do you ever feel like the only reason you can live through something is because you know it will eventually end?  That it won’t last forever? Must be the gloomy day talking.  I have about a hundred and thirteen days to go before retirement.  Give or take ninety if I decide to work until my license expires on December 31st.  I am old and tired and would like to have EVERY day of the week off.  I read three posts the other day by three different bloggers who all used the tag ‘aging’.  It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my feelings about this process.  I don’t like knowing there are things I just can’t do anymore.  I thought I would age gracefully but often I’m just cranky and sad about it all.

So it’s time to bring Jazzy back and live vicariously through her eternal optimism and snark.  Maybe some of it will rub off on me.  Yes, I’m being completely weird because she can’t say anything if I don’t make her say it.  Poor thing.  I love this thing going around Facebook where people do 100 days of Happiness and write some happy thing every day.  What a great way to be grateful and recognize the good things in your life.

Stay tuned for “Jazzy Does Happiness” from whenever I start until the day I kiss work goodbye.  It’s looking like the end of September.  I can stay happy until then or die trying.  God, I hope I don’t die trying.

The Other Side of Cloudy

Prompts for the Promptless:  Silver Lining  “Silver Lining” is a prospect of hope or comfort in a gloomy situation.

A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them.  ~Leonard Louis Levinson

012In every difficult situation there is always a brighter prospect, some comforting possibility, an element of hope.  And in every crowd there’s always that one annoying person who points out some tiny bright spot in the midst of a disaster.  Don’t you just hate that, when you’re wallowing in the pits of despair and some positive happy person tries to cheer you up?  I’ve been that aggravating individual who says the exact wrong thing, trying to help, meaning well.

Empathy then points out to me that this sad and grieving person already knows deep down about the silver lining, and can almost see it, but right now being pathetic and wretched and miserable just feels so good.  I think it’s okay to let people sit on the gloomy side of a cloud for a while, because If we didn’t have a grand funk now and then, how would we ever recognize happy?

But, sorry, if that big black cloud hangs over your head for way too long, somebody has to kick you out from underneath it.  And what better way to do that than with some great cloud quotes??  Okay, there are probably better ways, but this is all I could come up with.  And there’s even a bright side to THIS, because I had saved at least ten more really sappy ones that I deleted.  You’re welcome.

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”  ~  Rabindranath Tagore (Stray Birds)

“It is a very beautiful day.  The woman looks around and thinks: ‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this.  I did not know until now that clouds could be like this.  I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago.  I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress – what did I know – until now?” ~ Unica Zürn

“Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom. Life is short.”  ~ Iimani David

“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be?–it is the same the angels breathe.” ~ Mark Twain (Roughing It)

“We pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’ wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.” ~ Gavin Pretor-Pinney (The Cloudspotter’s Guide)

Silver Lining Clouds

Silver Lining Clouds (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Though outwardly a gloomy shroud,
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.
~ Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler