Wordy Weekend Links and “Contour Drawing”

I signed up for a drawing class. I can draw flat, stylized things and pretty pattern things but I want to draw other things.

So the first class was this past Tuesday. We started off drawing upside down (the picture, not ourselves, I’m the youngest in the class and that might kill the others). Then we did something the teacher called “contour drawing”.

FullSizeRender (1)

Do you see the teapot shape? ‘Cause it’s supposed to be a teapot. Basically we were drawing without looking at the paper or lifting the pen.

I confess. I looked once and lifted my pen a couple of times.

By the end of the class I was fried, and confident I had chosen well in signing up. This class is going to stretch me.

And on to what I’ve been amusing myself with.

Craft Vendor Booth Mistakes I already linked to this article but all I have done this week is obsess over panels, printers and archival-ness. I want to open a booth, I’m excited about it, but I still have so much work to do. And money to spend.

The Delicious Dozen Along with spazzing about everything archival and booths I went over our budget. The food expenditures nearly made me cry, although I knew it’d be bad because we just moved, still settling in, yadda yadda. So I’m trying to return to the strategy that works for us (and I’ve tried meal plans, planning weeks out, etc.): breakfast and lunch are the same everyday. You get cereal, you get a sandwich, and you can can add whatever fruits/vegetables I bought that week (that was on sale). I have yogurt and nuts always hanging around for mid-meal munching, and then dinner is either pasta, rice, chicken, tacos, or a medley (with frozen vegetables because I never ever ever use up the fresh things that I have given up on buying). And that’s it. Not a lot of variety but I don’t like cooking, I don’t like dishes, and at least it’s not sandwiches ALL the time.

Individual World Poetry Slam Championship Shivers. Just shivers. And then upon contemplation a more serious, sad mood, because she was one of the fortunate ones. Many, many more do not make it. And I feel powerless to help, because it seems like no matter what we do it’s never enough.

“Out of Sorts” Sarah Bessey is one of the few “Christian Inspirational” authors I can read. The rest make me gag. Her book Jesus Feminist was amazing, and I’m so looking forward to this one. She’s real, she’s unapologetic about being a female who roars rather than sits demurely in the back, being a good girl. She chronicles her disillusions with the Church, while staying hopeful and staying present. Most of all, she loves Dr. Who, so follow the link and enjoy all the Dr. Who gifs;)

And that’s it guys. Tomorrow I’ll be posting my Halloween coloring pages here and making both available in The Store, so grab them before they become irrelevant (you know, because Halloween only lasts one day, despite the efforts of kids nationwide)!

Art on!

This world it comes apart

IMG_2339

IN

I fear this, this dying fight.

I feel the weeping of the light.

I feel this, bleeding in my heart.

I fear this, this world it comes. . .

                                   It comes apart.

CH

I fear this, I fear this,

this dying fight.

I feel the weeping,

(the weeping)

the weeping of the light.

I feel this, I feel this,

this bleeding in my heart

I fear this world

(this world)

this world it comes apart.

V1

So take me up, on this promise

Hunt me for one last kiss

Chase me to ground,

Down for cruel kicks

Eat my heart for your fits.

CH

I fear this, I fear this,

this dying fight.

I feel the weeping,

(the weeping)

the weeping of the light.

I feel this, I feel this,

this bleeding in my heart

I fear this world

(this world)

this world it comes apart.

V2

As I told you, I’ve had enough

Your love is far to rough

I run from you,

Onto the road

Make me free before sold

CH

I fear this, I fear this,

this dying fight.

I feel the weeping,

(the weeping)

the weeping of the light.

I feel this, I feel this,

this bleeding in my heart

I fear this world

(this world)

this world it comes apart.

FIN

Freedom, freedom’s a lie

Listen to my heart wrenching cry

Hear the tears at my side

Freedom, freedom’s alive

We shout, we scream,

for anything.

We run, we chase,

after our fates

We hope, we moan,

won’t you come home.

Break us off,

Break us off,

and

LET US ROAM.

My Bed

Sluggish brain

won’t kick start

eyes stay closed

calm my heart

that blaring sound

what could it be

why won’t the alarm

stop and leave me

Good bye dear bed good bye

Don’t cry dear bed don’t cry

I try to argue

I whisper it’ll be okay

I can sleep in

go to work another day

I just need sleep

I just want rest

I don’t want to

get out of bed

Good bye dear bed good bye

Don’t cry dear bed don’t cry

Who needs work?

who even cares

if I’m here

or if I’m there

five more min,

or maybe ten

Could we just wait till tomorrow

and try again?

Good bye dear bed good bye

Don’t cry dear bed don’t cry

Dear bed I’ll miss you

I’ll miss you a lot

One of these days

we’ll give sleeping a shot

but until that day

until we’re free

I guess we must part

you and me

Good bye dear bed good bye

Don’t cry dear bed don’t cry

That dear electrical cord in the wall.

The cord is so interesting

they tell me no

but look at it, all black and low

its plugged in the wall

it must be safe

I desperately need to play

I’ll bite it a bit

and pull it out

they’ll scream and shout

my parents are so weird

they think its dangerous

I don’t understand the fuss

I just want to touch

So intriguing

why do they care

if I’m shocked out of my underwear?

It isn’t like

they’ve never touched it

they plugged it in

and then adjusted it

I just want the freedom

to figure out

what all the concern is about

maybe if I try

when they aren’t looking

oh wait they caught me

better book it.