Molly Goatwax

The Album of the show at Roman's

Patterns, Sublimations and a Cabinet of Wishes

Short and squat

Having determined that two national chains did not carry any pants that fit, I have repaired to the notorious Mount Royal Tavern. At this rate, I will size myself out of the specialty stores.

more pepper blogging

Last week I sent a packet of mixed habaneros and Peruvian lemon peppers to the UK. Since customs hsn't rousted me, and I see by my buddy's blog that another American friend sent him coffee beans, I decided to send some Trinidad Purples and some Orange Explosions. These are smaller and with their lower moisture content than regular habaneros, they should ship better. Let me know!

The Box of Bad Ideas

I have come to regard my lastest body of work as furniture for intellectual property. Night Terrors are contained, wishes stored in a cabinet and the secret life of a goat are pidgeon holed, among other trains of thought collected in customized cigar boxes. When they come home from the show I will store shells, memories and bits of paper with scribbled inspirations in the appropriate work. That will be a good thing because a bit of poem on a postie note stuck to my steering wheel blew out the car window today. Dag! This lengthy explanation serves to set up a question I posed to my family-if you had a container to store bad ideas, what would that box look like? Would it be covered with broken glass and nails? Locked tight, reeking of rum and cheap perfume?

Pepper Blogging

My older daughter's former boyfriend asked Hubby to return to me the easel I lent her for college. So I pulled it out of Hubby's wagon and set it up for this view;

The sun on those peppers was just unbelievable this afternoon and I painted the day away, en plen aire. Perhaps I will finish the painting and post it tommorrow.

The Headlines

I heard the helicopters hover over East Baltimore today, near my office. There seemed to be more of them than usual. Then we turned on our social media to hear about the stand-off at Hopkins. Jeeze. It's bad enough that our city's natives are shooting each other at record pace, but when they come from out of state to recieve medical care and then start shooting up the hospital when they don't like the prognosis? Puh-leeeeeze! At least the doctor who was shot is receiving world-class care and will survive. What a crazy town this is.

bleary eyed

Speaking of somnambulists, there is so much work at work that I took a stack of files home with me yesterday and worked on the infill until ten at night. Now I gotta go to afterschool night, late. See ya!

The Somnambulist

The Somnambulist exterior view

The Somnambulist interior view

The older daughter and I went to see a theatre production of The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari when she was a teen. Lo, these many years later my not so sub-concious spits this one out. It is made with a cigar box and papers with a gel transfer collaged onto a 12"square of poplar, with hardware.

Life's a Beach

I took off one day from work, a convenient time as half the company observes a new year. We drove a long way last night and today the family took surfing lessons. We drove a long way back and tommorrow I go to work again. It makes me kind of sad, but the end of summer at the beach is always a bit sad. Right down to the few perfect shells in one's pocket dumped on the dresser top.

Next on the list

Well we nibbled our cubes of cheese and a grape or two while a couple of brave souls ate the peppers that garnished the tray. Now to edit the photos of the works into a handy cloud portfolio. And wash the car before it gets cold.