Do I look like I care?

Wow! It's been a while since I've posted anything. Thank goodness the blog police hasn't called the BNS-Blog Neglecting Services on me.

I have been rather busy for the last few months. I will have pictures of the fruits of my labors soon. I have just finished Curating this years Dia de los Muertos exhibit. I have such wonderful and talented Artists that have installed amazing Altars and works.

So,now to the point of the title. I was in the fabric store today and I was at the cashier,trying to empty my wallet to pay. I dislike my wallet because the dollars don't fit and I have to fold everything. I muttered (more to myself than to the cashier) that I had too much sh*t in my wallet. I realized I had said it kinda loud (enough for the cashier to hear) and I apologized to her. She holds out her tattooed arms,kinda poses and says

"Do I look like I care?"

I laughed and said "ok, thanks"

but then I thought-

  If I were someone else,

would I interpret that scenario, as if, she were saying that people with tattooed arms,pierced nose,pierced tongue,pierced.....  and dressed like a punk don't care?

Hmmm I just wonder.

A new Art Studio

Finally! I have been wanting to move into a new space for a while. The room I was in before just had bad lighting and bad mojo. I just didn't want to create in there,which is bad because I have works that need to be done and a few looming deadlines.

My son must think I'm magic. Under Things to Create he listed

Love-Peace-Harmony

Yesterday was a happy day. The guys all came to my aid and helped me do the switch. Since I can not lift anything over 15 pounds I needed a lot of help.

I rewarded them with Dr.Pepper Floats for the use of their muscles.

The new view from my window. Isn't it beautiful?

This room is much bigger than what I had before,although I still have storage issues. I am mentally making my Christmas Wish list now. I now have the room to spread my work stations out.

My beautiful artwork from the Phi & PR Mom

I am now able to have my art and books in one place. See those two birds? All they ever do is gossip. I wonder who they are talking about now.

Just a few of the journals that I have started and never filled.

In the moving and cleaning I came across this old painting I did about 15 or 16 years ago.

Mister Angry Evil Bunny that my son made in school about 7 years ago. When I am angry or frustrated he makes me smile. I made the Bitch bag from a magazine cover.

I still have a lot of organizing and cleaning to do,but I feel so much more inspired in this new space.

To My Wonderful Followers

I am sorry that I have been so neglectful these past couple of weeks. This new job just makes time disappear.

I will be neglecting the blog here for a while more as I embark on a new adventure.

I am doing a collaboration with a fellow blogger,the PR Mom 

I call her my 

PARTNER IN SHRINE

She and I are teaming up for a special event and have created a blog to write about our journey together.

If you would be so kind as to follow us and root us on,I would be most appreciative.

The new blog is called

The Altarista's Co-Lab

One of the exciting parts of it is, we have never met. We have never spoken before.

We live in 2 different states.

Our communication has been solely through blog comments,emails and instant messages.

We have joined to create a Shrine for the 

Altar Auction .

If you'd like to know more,please visit the other blog.

leave us comments,applaud us,boo us,

Cheer us on!

We will both be posting as we move along,so when you pop in you'll never know if it's PR Mom or myself writing the post of the day.

Show a new Blogger some love

Gina Presser Art Bowl

"The one I won"

I love reading Blogs on all types of subjects and when a blog piques my interest I like to show my support.

There is a new blog in the Blog Hood and lucky me,

I won her contest. She is also a fellow Artist.

If you have a chance pop on over and show some blog love to

Gina Presser Arts

and while you are there you can see the beautiful Bowl I won.

I am going to put it on my studio table far away from the notorious bowl breaking males in my family.

Thank You Gina!

Fairy Tree

I believe in many things and the belief in the wee folk are one of them. There is just something magical about them.

When the boys were younger and mushrooms would poke up in the yards we would leave them small offerings in hopes that the small treats would ease the blow of their playfulness.

If ever you have had the blessing to have come across these lovely creatures,you know how mischievous they can be. I know they love to hide the keys.

It's been many a moon since I've frolicked amidst these wonderful people.

One day while cleaning I came across this mysterious set of keys.

They looked old and well used.

Perhaps they unlock the doors in Fairyland

or perhaps they belong to a Castle hidden far away from the human eye.

I tied a pretty ribbon on them and hung them in the Creosote Bush outside of the room that I use when doing Reiki.

I left them a small feast of Mint from my garden,sweet oranges,wonderful bread,and sweet milk to quench their thirst.

So now I wait for a much anticipated visit,

and if you are like me,

the waiting is the hardest part.

Monsoon Preview

This is what my sky looks like during Monsoon season.

When it is like this, there is usually a crayon box full of colored lightening that comes with it. Artistic lightening that creates curli-cues and letters in the clouds.

The letter Y is always my favorite!

They come in bursts of neon pinks,shocking orange and electric blues.

A small smathering of Mother Natures palette.

We play games with the lightening.

We ask yes or no questions.

We ask for messages from our dearly departed.

When the boys were younger it would go something like this

"Grandpa if you can hear me, show me a blue lightening"

and then we would all wait for an answer.

I can honestly say that Grandpa hasn't failed them yet.

Welcome Additions

Last night my oldest son went to do his laundry,at some point he texted me and said he had a surprise for me.I can't even tell you how many directions my mind went. I couldn't wait for him to get home to find out what kind of gift he could have gotten me at 9PM on a Sunday night. Well, as you can see from the picture above I have a brand new baby.

I didn't name her last night and this morning the name Lily popped into my head. Actually the name Lily Monster was what came to me,but since I'm a believer of names having a certain persona attatched to them, I'm a bit leery in giving her the "Monster" part. I called her Lily and she came to me. She is a beautiful blue/grey with bluish grey eyes. One of her wonderful features is that she is NOT a cry baby. We did hide her last night from Daddy & Lola (he still doesn't know yet that there is a kitty in the house) and we introduced her to her big dog-sister Lola.

I think they are going to do well together.