New Blacks

New Blacks

Do you shop Goodwill

and get depressed?

In the fitting room

you get undressed.

It happened every

single time,

so much, I say

It needs a rhyme.

I’ve had enough,

this misery,

the things I like

too small for me.

It’s time to change

the shape I’m in.

I am not big,

no where near thin.

It’s diet time!

I dump the sweets,

grab ham and cheese

when I need treats.

I did this for

a month until,

my starburst raving,

became still.

The diet’s done,

my skin it sags.

My black pants look

like black trash bags.

My work shirt comes,

untucked a lot.

My bellys in

a different spot.

I head to the

goodwill to find,

new blacks to fit

my new behind.

I need work pants,

I’ll pull size eight.

Oh glory be!

they fit just great!

My eyes? they play

a trick on me?

Could this be an eight,

this blur I see?

So I go back

squint at the rack.

a pile of pants,

I will attack.

Oh, it is true,

oh me oh my!

e-ven a random

six I try.

Oh I can’t wait

to wear some blacks,

that aren’t old lady

high waisted slacks.

All my young kids,

will look at me

and say" hey dude,

what do we see?"

"Is that high waisted

Jilly Bean?

In the coolest blacks

we’ve ever seen?"

I still can’t see

or think too fast,

but old lady pants

are a thing of the past.

　

　

I finished BIG Burano!

What I love about this painting is that they do everything in Burano with style!  I am telling the truth- I did not change the color on any of the hanging laundry. Isn't that fantastic!  Everywhere you look in Burano is a painting waiting to be painted.  This was fun I say, very fun!

Cardboard box creation

Oh what fun to go to an artsie friends house and play. If you want to paint freely, with no thought to the cost of the canvas or paints, paint on the side of a cardboard box, with your least expensive acrylics!  Pure art therapy I say.

Crooked Wooden Bench

I can't believe I forgot to post Crooked Wooden Bench. 
Today is a great day for it!
Here it is poetry lovers!

When you're resting at the beach

on a crooked wooden bench,

your hair is rather tusseled,

and you're looking like a wench-

reading a good novel,

squishing sand between your toes,

and you're thinking of your friends,

in the cold land where it snows-

and you're feeling rather guilty,

bout the sun, the surf, the sand,

and their huddled in their coats,

in their cloudy snowy land.

Venture out into the water,

DRAT, here comes a jelly fish!

And you feel that dreaded sting-

for their cloudy home you wish.

So if you're here, or if you're there,

in their clouds, or in your sand,

don't take your day for granted.

Either place- it can be grand. 

By Jill and Gale

art and fear

I am reading a wonderful book about art and fear, amazingly called Art  and Fear, by Bayles and Orland. Here are a few quotes that have spoken to me-
Vision is always ahead of execution. Ok, what is that?  Well to me it means, I can imagine a great painting, but when I put paint to the canvas, it is not as amazing as I first imagined. The reason is that my skill is not where my imagination is. This is ok.
A finished piece is in effect, a test of correspondence between imagination and execution.  Oh my, that is a very large thought, but I get it!  Guess I might need to shrink my imagination a bit.  ;-)
And last but not least is this-
The lessons you are meant to learn are in your work. To see them, you need only to look at the work clearly-without judgement, without need or fear, without wishes or hopes. Without emotional expectations. Ask your work what it needs, not what you need. Then set aside your fears and listen, the way a good parent listens to a child.
Lets try that.
I am looking at my Mc Cuddinish man. There are many problems, under his bottom lip all the way down his chin, his nose shadow, his hair, his muddy face etc. But there are a few things right. The main subject is where his streight back has the most contrast... Um, I guess that would be wrong too. I imagine the main subject would be his face, not his very important back. ok. Hie face is placed in a good spot on the canvas (not center, different distance from edges etc)  AND he is entertaining! I like this way too important man, with his little tiny eye, and his very important suit.  Thats about all.
Hope this gave you artsie fartsies something to think about.  Jill

Sweater bag

Sometimes there is nothing as comforting as cutting up your old favorite too small sweater, and making a purse of it. I loved this zip up sweater, and used it. I lined it with some old silky fabric, and a bit of cut up kimono silk. This was fun!

The Silverware Song

The Silverware Song

We sing as we're polishing the forks.

That's why they say that we're the dorks.

We fold, we wipe, we roll them all,

from the very large to the very small.

We smile, we greet people we meet.

The jungle girls just can't be beat.

We bring such cheer from far to near

that it's my pleasure's all you hear.

Yes, we are silly, we are fun,

but at least we get the job done.

And some don't like to sing this song,

so I'll just sing it all day long.

They think that if they swipe the words

off of the wall, it soon shall fall.

But they don't know the song thats planted

in their heart brings joy to all!