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So that Loaded Christmas Cactus Opened

And it’s still flowering! I moved it into the kitchen from the living room and set it on the central island there, as my coffee table (old vintage blue trunk) gets filled quickly with knick knacks, namely art supplies as I sit and doodle on the couch.

I’m officially renaming this Christmas Cactus, Birthday Cactus. The cactus will likely be moved again tomorrow. I’m hosting a little potluck with friends and family Saturday evening to celebrate my 36th Birthday (which is on Sunday) and we’ll need the island for food and wine.

I’m baking salt & pepper wings and also making from scratch two vegetarian quiches. The salt & pepper wings were on sale tonight at my local grocer. They are uncooked but oh so tasty.

I am rather loving the price checking war going on between Sobey’s and the Atlantic Superstore at the moment. Fifty percent of the groceries I bought yesterday were reduced to beat the competitors price. And here in Saint John, NB there are only those two chains of grocery stores to shop from with various locations scattered around the city. They can continue to battle it out. It’s fabulous for my wallet. There does exist the odd veggie, fruit and meat market but they are very far and few between and only located in the Historic Uptown core.

Happy Friday everyone!

Loaded Christmas Cactus!

Have you ever seen so many buds on a Christmas Cactus?

My mom gave me this cactus when I moved into my house a few months ago. She has three or four of them growing in her house. I sat the cactus in the sun room and forgot about it. I really did forget about it. I didn’t water it. I didn’t talk to it. I didn’t touch it.

About a month ago my mom was visiting as she has been known to do on occasion and walked into the sunroom and quickly stomped out of the sun room through the living room and into my studio horrified, cactus in hand exclaiming “IT NEEDS WATER!” I looked at it all withered and spiny and starving and giggled “Mom it’s a cactus and not a succulent.”

She placed it back on the corner stand where it was originally dieing. That night I went over and looked at Herbert (yeah, I’ll call him Herbert) thinking, maybe you do need a little water. I carried him into the kitchen, filled a bowl of water and sat him in it. He drank for a good hour and afterwords I returned him to that corner stand in the sun room.

Two weeks ago, Herbert had little itty bitty buds. I gave him more water and moved him into the living room.

Today he’s full of buds! And he’ll likely bloom right around Birthday time and not Christmas time.

Brain. Fingers. Emotion. Computer?

I feel so sad right now. My emotions have run away with the circus.

My family is away. A very close friend, whom I love, is leaving tomorrow and I’m sitting here feeling sorry for myself. And words do not express how frustrating it is that my computer is so freaking slow.

No, the computer is not to slow; my brain and fingers are just too fast for this computer.

My fingers type key commands ever so quickly these days that the mac wheel just keeps turning, turning turning… all the while Photoshop, iPhoto, Firefox, Illustrator, inDesign and umteen other pieces of software refuse to do their job at the speed I need to them to do it in and continue processing processing processing. I don’t even know where to find the key commands in the menus anymore. I learn them, remember them and move on to the next one because it’s efficient.

When you’ve been using a mac since 1994 you become adept at making it work to capacity all the while being very efficient at operating three or more programs at once to get the job done, socialize and be productive.

Well, capacity was reached about TWO years ago!

Can I just freak out and not be calm for one minute.

RARWWWWWWWWWWW!

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10…

And to top it all off most of the online software that would make my job easier is not supported by OSX 10.3.9 which is what I run on a Titanium G4 Laptop from 2003.

Rant done.
Thank you for listening.

Artistic Productivity

What does productivity mean to you? For me it involves a tangible result from effort put forth to create an ending thus setting the stage for a new beginning.

At this moment many endings are in limbo. Decisions are hard to make as I want to do it all at once. I cycle through this feeling on occasion and understand that it will pass as decisions are made but in the meantime it is more than just a little annoying.

I currently house close to 40 or more art pieces in various stages of completion, add to that numerous websites that are craving attention from me; namely flickr and trunkt which have sorely been neglected but are all to important for my survival as an artist working online. Dawanda would be another. Transitioning from one level of productivity to the next means being organized, knowing when to say yes or no, delegating tasks and hiring out when needed.

I hired a bookkeeper. One major decision made. Speadsheets are alien to me. Give me creative software and within a few hours I’m rolling. But using and trying to learn Office or Microsoft related software and I implode! After weeks of messing with Google Spreadsheets, OpenOffice, NeoOffice and even two custom spreadsheet applications that I purchased from two different Etsy sellers I indeed said enough. My time is better spent in creation mode and not in adding numbers up and keeping track of what goes in and what goes out. I loathe bookkeeping and databases.

And on the advice of a friend I facebook again. He wrote saying “Jessica, it is as much a business tool as it is a personal and social tool.” I’m on there. Feel free to Facebook me!. The next endeavor on facebook is to integrate my Twitter to seamlessy update my thoughts from there rather than on facebook itself. Somehow, I have people following me already and I’ve never updated my Twitter since registering for it in late 2006.

When a new site launches always go and register your user name. Even if you don’t use it for a year or more it will be there waiting for you until you can incorporate it into your master plan.

Muahahahahahahaha!

Life beyond Death after Indignity and before Google

Indignity can stem from not doing the things you want to do. You begin taking on someone else’s creation when you are not whom you are. Really, don’t you think that when you are feeling out of sorts and not choosing to be who you are then don’t you think it’s rather unbecoming of your personage you portray to the world. Why lie about who you are?

From time to time we all wonder why; that is, why we are the way we are. I have. I combat this thinking by doing.

I’m battling just that by creating art digitally rather than by traditional means by way of paper, paint and ink. I’ve been delving into photoshop breaking new ground, mixing up what I was taught long long ago in college. It feels very good to do what they said not to do.

Have you ever done that? Felt giddiness overtake you when you… fuck I just added giddYness to Google dictionary while trying to spell check it. Now, every time I spell check giddiness with a Y it will be spelled correctly. For that matter I won’t even know that I spelled it wrong for the little red dotted line that shows up underneath a word that needs to be spell checked won’t exist on giddyness anymore.

The thought of writing anonymously crosses my mind more than once every day. There is a an energetic side to me that needs to purge by way of words things often left better unsaid. Although, over the last couple of years I have had people write saying thank you for being so open and saying the things I could not say.

And I think… I haven’t said everything, all those things I want to say. Time will tell when they will be said.

I picked up the book 2012 on Friday and have begun reading.

I felt a kinship immediately Daniel Pinchbeck. However, my taught feminine psyche holds back and does not release this other side of me that I had found. Perhaps when need be, we do realize our authentic selves only through death. Up to that point we practice life. Beyond that point is after life. They call it death.

When my grandmother died she had said to my mom in the hospital that she was ready to go to heaven. I don’t believe in heaven. I believe in an after life. She was also talking her long dead husband and son saying she was on her way.

Words I’ve been pondering:

sex, love, family, success, money, life, death, orgasm, paint, fabricating, production, penis, indignity, trust, relationship, single, one, two, three, ignorance, bliss and lust

There is a ……………… part of me that still questions the validity my own digital art. I don’t know why or where I picked up the notion that manipulating a drawing of one’s own on a future date by means of computer from it’s original traditional creation on paper is wrong.

I.really.need.to.let.that.go.

Poof!

Cold SORE – aTTacking

Yes, Herpes runs rampant among us. 50 to 80 percent of the population at any given time is sprouting an open sore on their upper or bottom lip.

I drew this to attack the stigma associated with Herpes Simplex 1, the virus which causes oral cold sores. A cold sore is really no different than the common cold virus. You get it. You have for 8 to 10 days. Then it disappears hopefully for another year or two. Haha!

Size – 8″ by 8″ or 20.3cm by 20.3cm square

I drew this late last year with a Pilot G-tec C4 pen and later added some color using Prismacolor lightfast colored pencils. The paper is light yellow Canson 100 percent cotton paper.

Archival prints of Cold Sore aTTacking are available in my HangaLittleLeft shop!