Sunday, January 2, 2011

A day of firsts. If it twas Jan. 1st, would be poetically appropriate, with my usual lateness it's Jan 2nd, and late in the day at that.
There's nothing quite as boring as the sound of listening to someone blog: A friend on the phone is instructing me on how to take "First photo with the new computer". I do look terrible & terribly old, at least Neil Gaiman & I really do have the same hair. He & I both turned 50 in November, sadly for me, I'm not aging as well as him. Gratuitous celebrity gossip now: ( I think that'll be a hallmark of my blog): he became engaged to someone named Amanda who seems significantly younger this year; I was left for someone significantly younger named Amanda this year. Whoops! That was 2010- last year!

Was talking with other friends today who've turned fifty this year. Two common themes emerged: seems ridiculous at this point to blame one's parents for one's own inadequacies, and whereas we had few regrets when younger, regrets now abound.

My friend Fresca says she always remembers what ColorfulAlice said about bad experiences: Each one is a new tube of paint for the palette. (As in grist for the mill, or basis for a novel, etc.)
Now though, too many of these experiences are a discouraging Van Dyke Brown.

This IS my first blog post in two years. Actually, let's face it: my first post at all: my friend Fresca wrote the original entry. However she expressed myself much better than I could have.

Fresca of course has her own blog: - her posts seem so well honed, it seems pointless for me to write. In her blog yesterday, she quotes Plato lambasting the idea of writing things down as it'll make the mind lazy. (Talk about lazy: I'm too lazy to check whether it really was yesterday)
But little seedlings of sprouting leaves have been saying: write me down, so here goes. Facebook has proved totally inadequate for me as all my rambling thoughts are longer than 480 characters.

All my usual reticence about exposing myself to the public is emerging: however, it's very unlikely, if not statistically impossible, anyone will come across this in their trolling of the internet. This blog will be a secret little watering hole in the internet jungle; with no one looking for it, unlikely it'll ever be discovered. It would take a Dr. Livingstone or Stanley to come across it...I in fact had been looking for it for the last ten days, and only found it through my native guide leading me here.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Laura Borealis, Artist

These are some of my light-switch covers, in the posts below. I create the miniature scenes out of polymer clay. (Some may know this by a brand-name, such as Fimo modeling clay.) Please enjoy.
And if you live in the Northern Hemisphere, take heart:
More Light, Coming Soon!

Winter Moon

The moon caught in the tree branches and the snow highlights glow in the dark!

A Many-Splendored Thing

I think of this one as Gustav Klimt-like.

Twinkle, Twinkle

...the little stars and the highlights in the snow also glow in the dark.

Poppies, My Pretty

We're not in Kansas anymore. Or in my case, Missouri, where I grew up.

Funny Face, I Love You

This is one of the first things I made with polymer clay- the faces are made by Layl McDill. A friend has this one on the light switch in her bathroom. She says it cheers her up in the morning.