Saturday Haiku

Saturday Haiku...help!

I need to learn how
to reframe a rejection
to pass through a door....

Sunflower Haiku

How can sunflowers
Be so wonderfully simple
and so hard to paint

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The top sunflower is my first attempt at pallet knives....it looks cooler in person....

Haiku Friday

Haiku Friday

I almost forgot
To do my Haiku Friday
Its been a long week

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Haiku Friday

Haiku Friday
My contribution:

Crazy Tinkerbell
made from newspaper and glue
candy pinata


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IF I ever get this silly thing finished I will post a pic....this is turning out to be much more frustrating....I usually love paper mache but for some reason this is just not coming together in reality like it is in my head.....grrrrrr

trying to link

As soon as I can figure out how to add pages and link them to this blog, I will have all my artwork connected to this page...thanks for your patience....

Danny's painting

This is a painting I did for our shop teacher for making me several huge canvas frames and chairs. The middle picture is thrown in there because I am watching Jimmy Buffet on CMT...It's 5:00 Somewhere.....yet another chair I did for a friend....

Angel

Angel Watching Over You.....for Martha and the wonderful people at the Breadbasket in Brenham who are not only great cooks but all around great people...they take care of my mom when I am not there.....sending you lots-o-love!

beach chair

Had this one almost finished for ....hmm...about a year now...decided to go ahead and finish it...NOW I have to start from scratch......

Mother's chair

My mom said that before I started making chairs for everyone else, she wanted one. Your wish mom.......

Church pic is one that I have been promising my aunt for about 40 years..lol...and now that I am retired.....

Haiku Friday -
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My contribution:

Screwdrivers and bolts
Puzzles to be assembled
Adirondack chairs


Happy Friday everyone.....Arc Angels at Antones tonite (wish I was going!!) and Aquapalooza tomorrow....wish I was going there....but you can't beat Austin for fun!!

sign painting and open doors

The door is squeaking as I open it cautiously. I think I am going to give a new adventure a try. I REALLY want to follow through on this one..lol...

I went out and bought 10 unassembled chairs today to paint. I already have requests from friends and family members, but with this new batch, I hope to be able to cautiously begin selling them for fun and profit. I don't think I will set up a website just yet and depend on word of mouth to get started. I have not yet put pen to paper to decide how much I have invested and how much I will need to make to pull even...and even make some profit to put away some money for that trip to Key West....on my endless summer.

As I was driving to pick up the chairs I mused that it is interesting how some things come home to roost. My grandfather Schindler was a sign painter back in the day when handpainted billboards were the rage. I never really understood why he did not use his talent to paint more paintings. But as I embark on this endeavor, I find myself seeing the commonalities of his sign painting and my chair painting. And all I can say is....it feels good...both of us are able to do something we enjoyed and make something functional at the same time. I think both he and my dad would approve.

Now where is that screwdriver?

groupie

A dear friend mentioned something the other day that got me to thinking. I have always been a responsible soul, but there is a little something that tickles my fancy so to speak. I like music... alot...the effect that it can have on me is a thing of wonder to me. So because I love music , I tend to think a whole lot of the people that can make it. I can't. But it brings out the adventure and excitement in me and I will do alot to keep it in my life. My friend pointed out that I have a fondness for musicians....even a groupie mentality sometimes. I know that is true. On one hand I am ashamed of it, because "self respecting people are not groupies "( old school thought) on the other hand, it ticks my clock and I am proud of it....so I wrote this poem to pose my outlook:

A groupie in practice
I can’t say its is so
A groupie at heart
Yeah, I’ll give it a go,

Although I take pride
In my solid respectable side
I will say that deep down inside
A groupie giggle resides

It is nothing serious or even true
It is just a crazy something I do
I let out my inner child
And even she is kinda mild

But she gets excited and kinda free
When she finds a passionate musician with a CD
And she lets herself go off with the feel
And momentarily suspends what is real

And indulges in a harmless little fantasy
For a moment, an hour or maybe a day you see
But never truly latches onto what is not real
Because this lady is the real deal.

She can handle herself in many a realm
And keeps reality at the helm
But when she needs to create an ambiance or adventure
You’ll want to come along for sure

Cause she can take care of herself and that’s not all
She can be real and warm and still play hardball
But when she slips into her groupie heart
She can impart
A passion and a caring that is also real
And share the magic that she feels
So come along under the groupie spell
It will be magical and she won’t tell
That you, too, indulged your childlike side
Hold on baby….its quite a ride

Perhaps I am just in a funk and being a very internal person tonite.

Ricky Nelson sang a song "Almost Saturday Night" (J. Fogerty) and one of the lines in is says "Out side my window, I can hear the radio and I know that motor wagon is getting ready to fly"....and that line describes how I feel on holidays. I have always...for as long as I can remember, felt that the world outside my window was passing me by. One year my mom and my husband sent me to LA to hear Rick at the Palamino in New Years Day, my birthday and that made up for many many lonely holidays. But, alas, here is another holiday and I am sitting in the room I grew up in, doing pretty much exactly what I did then....nothing....and I SO want to have a vivacious and vital life..with friends and family.....I am so looking for a balance.

Perhaps the best way that I can show my appreciation for those that give their lives for our freedom, is to take full advantage of mine. Use this freedom to fullfill a destiny, whatever that might be. But in order to do that, I must find some way to free myself from the negative thoughts that creep into my mind about the person I am. I never feel like I am enough or do enough and that leads to insecurities. I am afraid these insecurities are an obstacle to friendships I want to have. Important friendships. I know we all have insecurities about something so it is common among our culture, but I need to learn to move through them, while still staying in the now....in the moment. Because I have had some pretty wonderful moments, but sometimes disappointment can overshadow them. Disaappointment plus insecurities make Debbie a dull girl...lol....

So on this 4th of July, I proclaim that I will search and integrate ideas, thoughts, actions and emotions that free me from the boundaries I have put on myself and the labels I have put on myself. I will find a way to disintegrate the turmoil in the pit of my stomach that comes from me doubting myself......and I will search for and find an active freedom and balance in my life.

Thanks to all past, present and future who have made my freedom possible. Happy 4th of July!