Monday, September 01, 2008

Laboring away this 9/1, flailing away merrily at the ol' laptop, actually listening to discs played on hi-fi rather than little dig files on said machine. Quel difference, it's like so ambient.
Made spectacularly Perfect images at two weddings this weekend, the ultimate being another dual X'n/Hindi affair. Always pleased to recall the Nature-focused aspects of the Hindi service which mentions the planets, stars (the groom points to the Polestar, the big U's constant), elements, love, charity, and more.
The onstage flame seemed to be getting a wee bit out of control, Yours Truly felt her eyebrows growing increasingly toasty. But alas, nothing burnt or melted.

Images above were gleaned for Your consideration from her latest art exhib, Feasting Eyes, at Kenan Center. It's curated by Jerry Mead, is a group show of those of us artistes who like to express ourselves with foodstuffs.
Toppermost is an image of me by Cynnie, alongside Hands with Scary Licorice (in collection of CJ/EC, as well as the Creeleys), and Hands with Hanging Grapes.
NB: red plastic self-proclaimed sippy cup carried in from a Lockport pre-party at Jen's (fellow Shiney Happy writer) home.
Actually, delightedly, walked from her home to Kenan ... a treat in these adrenalized, MC days. Walked the wide streets of Lockport, birthplace of Liz, with Liz and Alan.
Second images shows heads of Cynnie, and Alan. Obviously basking in the joys of my work.
Next is NBelfer, fibre artist, not in show but amongst those who motored northeast for the festivities.
NB again: My work is at top of staircase. YT loves to banister. YT was wearing a skirt. She did not banister and that was a sad and lost op.
Next is funhouse YT in one of the historic and venerable Kenan Center's mirrors.
Mirrors are said to harbor spirits. Somewhere that was said.

Last night, post marathon weekend, picked up Little Laura and found that all vino shoppes were, catastrophically, closed.
In lieu of white wine, picked up a couple of 22's - hers some flavored beer thing, mine a terrifyingly cloying Seagrams Ice. All available for the low, low price of $2.75 at We Never (C)lose, sometimes called We Never Proof.
We wended over to Gordo's garden party, where others of our ilk (though not of our bevvie choices) gathered to say Hello September, etc.
Do note that the green fireworks emanating from YT's head is not that but, rather, the LED's of Gordo's patio-appropriate palm tree.
Lest You wonder.

Onwards to edits.

22-sized Love, Love.