When I attended my niece’s wedding in May, I thought it was appropriate to have a pedicure and manicure as the finishing touches to my outfit. Some women wear polish all the time… I wear toe polish in the summer, and finger nail polish for weddings. When I die, my surviving family will have no need to dress me up. Weddings only.
Now the nail polish is chipping and it looks dreadful, like an old house with peeling paint.
When I remove it, my nails will breath– literally. Apparently polish suffocates the poor blobs of keratin. We should be kinder to keratin.
And with polish out of the way, here are a few of my favourite cartoons:
Here’s a fun vandalism project for you to try this week. Make some poster-sized art, mix up some wheatpaste, head downtown and find an interesting bit of wall space, and install your work on the outdoor gallery that is a city. Be aware that this is indeed considered vandalism in most situations, and the wheatpaste art is almost impossible to remove cleanly. So, maybe don’t do it after all, unless you are Charles Leval.
Artist Charles Leval, aka Levalet, exhibits his ingenious, site-specific wheatpaste art on the streets of Paris, using existing abandoned installations, cracks, garbage, decaying and crumbling walls in obscure corners of the city to apply his drawings. Next time I go to Paris (ahem) I will definitely seek out some of these unique art pieces. Here is a small sampling:
Culture is the prompt today. Hello, Culture, are you being a good word today? Are you colourful, fascinating, inclusive, ethical, inspiring, and spiritual? If not, go away.
Yes, I’m exhausted on Day 29 of NaNoWriMo. I will reach my wordcount goal, but not the main goal of having a coherent story to share.
Tomorrow when I officially upload my 50,000 words, the universe will rejoice. Or, no one will notice, and I will be disappointed that I didn’t accomplish what I wanted. And work a lot harder next time.
Thank you for all the amazing support and encouragement!
Red wine vinegar has a pungent smell, and so do gorgonzola cheese and cigar smoke. A back alley or urban tunnel can have pungent odors too, of garbage and piss. What else is pungent besides smell?
I don’t know. I only know that on Day 27 of my NaNoWriMo novel, I still don’t have the murder scene organized. That’s because I changed the identity of the person to finally be arrested and charged, and it relies on planted evidence. Also, the murder has changed from premeditated to somewhat spontaneous, and who takes a large knife on a walk in the park? I might have to change it back to premeditated, but I do want to hold onto some shred of sympathy for the murderer, and that’s hard when someone plans a bloody homicide.
My next Nano novel will be about unicorns and rainbows. …Pungent, gangster unicorns maybe, and rainbows made of acid rain drops. As you can tell I could use a dose of sweetness right about now.
I thought this illustration of chaos theory by momentica-one on the site Deviant Art was pretty cool. Please visit the site and let the artist know you like it too!
Meanwhile, back at NaNoWriMo, chaos still reigns, in the sense that I simply can not seem to focus and get the requisite number of words done per day in order to get to 50,000 words by midnight on November 30.
I used to work in advertising, where unreasonable deadlines were daily occurrences, so I am hoping my eleventh hour determination will kick in soon. Please? Kick in soon?
It is never too early in a process to have second thoughts. I’m only at Day 8 of NaNoWriMo and I’m already… no, I’m not really having second thoughts about writing a novel in thirty days, no more than I do every November 1 when I sit down at my keyboard and think “What on earth have I committed to?”
The phrase second thoughts implies regret. Sometimes though, second thoughts allow us leeway to stop and think before jumping into the abyss, or an opportunity to withdraw from a regretful situation before it’s too late, like a hunter coming face to face with a vulnerable prey.
“The second thoughts where there’s no going back”. Also known as regrets. I wish I’d had the wisdom and courage when I was much younger to honestly say to myself, “Will I regret this some day?” I might have been braver, less selfish, more bold, because don’t you find that most of our regrets circle like buzzards around the the little bundle of decisions that reflect not what we have done wrong, but what we wish we’d done when we had the chance?
Meanwhile, back at NaNoWriMo Day 3, I am almost overwhelmed at the prospect of seriously editing, enhancing, and expanding something I’ve previously written. It is a challenge I did not expect.
In art class, there was the concept of “preciousness”, which was the point at which an artist felt afraid to build on a work they felt was already meaningful and well-executed, if imperfect. This notion can be paralyzing. It is very much the same with writing, but in a much tighter, more immediately recognizable way.
Creative arts are scary and challenging. To be an artist, to find our path and to communicate it in a voice that is uniquely ours, we need to forget superficial rules, trust our instincts, and be alert to the innate sincerity of what we want to say.
Like everything I write, with Nano I want to express what is deep inside, however strange or unconventional or mean or sentimental.