Fish Out of Water

Feeling a little out-of-sorts today. I’ve felt so, I don’t know, homesick maybe, since moving away from California. I don’t think it was a bad decision financially as California is a very hard place to get ahead financially. Also California has picked up a lot more financial problems, crime, and housing price nightmares in the past 5 years or so. I’m a San Diego native and lived there for 35 years so it’s going to take a long while for any other place to start feeling like a real home.
One of my favorite Scottish songs growing up (A Scottish Soldier) sang out how green the hills were, but the last line of the chorus is: “But they are not the hills of home”. And that’s how I feel. Austin is very pretty. I walk out on the porch and look out over the Hill Country and it’s the prettiest view I’ve ever had anywhere. But it’s not “my view”. I feel as I am am on vacation and will soon go home and rollerskate along the Mission Beach boardwalk or go gallery hopping in La Jolla. We’ve considered that Austin is just not “our place” no matter how pretty it is, and we’ve thought about transferring up to North Dallas. We still need to take a scouting trip up there. But where this all leaves me, day to day, is feeling unsettled. I understand logically that I have to live for today and should just get on with my life. But I feel emotionally as if I’m in a sleeping car on a train - better keep everything near me and neat because you never know when you’re going to have to gather everything together and get off the train.
So what I’ve been doing a lot of is sorting and simplifying. We’ve taken literally tons of stuff from place to place with us - San Diego to Temecula to Pleasanton to Dublin to Austin. And in the last 5 years, the happiest I’ve been is living for 6 months in an Extended Stay America hotel with only 1 box of clothes, 1 box of art supplies and 1 box of books. That says to me that it’s time to give things away. Live more simply. Be ready for whatever comes next. Only I hope that what comes next has more permanence than these 18 month moves we’ve been making.
In other news, I have to spend some time today thinking through how to sell some beads/jewelry. I have sooooo much stuff to sell. Should I start a separate web page like I used to have 5 years ago? Should I go back to eBay (was a powerseller for years). Etsy? I suppose a combination would work best. I’ve been undecided whether to sell most of it as beads or whether to make some jewelry. But I think my heart is in paintings and mixed media right now so I better start letting some of it go to homes where it can be used.
The pieces above were just a quick thing I played with. Vintage brass pieces filled with epoxy that I had mixed paint into. Then before the epoxy set, I pushed beads and cabochons into it. I probably have 10,000 pieces of brass. Yep, time to clean house.
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I gave him half the paper and me the other half. I took at lid from a seasoned salt shaker (you can use any size circle template that works for you) and drew about 20 circles on each piece of paper. Then I said, “No pressure, just draw and paint for fun. If one circle goes bad, move to the next. We aren’t using them all anyway.” So we spent an hour or so enjoying ourselves, and painting lots of different sorts of things. I purposely didn’t get too fancy or detailed with mine - you don’t want one person to have technically perfect illustrations and the other(s) to have abstract squiggles. Just be free and wild. You know, when I look at it now there are several I know are mine or his and a few that I am delightfully unsure of.
Possibilities. My highest aspirations and my downfall. If you only have one life, how DO you sort through the possibilities?






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