Akrasia, or what?

"Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven."

It seems like just yesterday, I was looking up "Fire Tornado," and "Zombie apocalypse," or "Stories w/o endings" on wikipedia.

"Akrasia" is a greek word, I think it means lack of moderation. I tend to write with lack of moderation, and moderate the heck out of everything else in my life. Ha ha.

My Grandmother

Stella Bernice Brock Chubb passed away today at age 91. She was my friend, my ally, my grandmother.
She helped teach me to read using Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck comic books and a tape recorder. She made me tollhouse chocolate chip cookies. She watched over me and believed in me. I could not have asked for a better grandmother.
I am stuck for a way to fully honor her, to show my appreciation for all the tiny and huge things she did with me and for me in my life time.
All I have right now is this. A few words to send out over the internet, a few words to say she is now gone. A few words to say she existed.
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She was born in 1918. She got married at 16 and was married for over 70 years, I think. She wished more people in her life had called her, "Stella," but most people called her Bernice, or "B."
She was,.. and now all I have that is tangible of her are photos of her. Maybe also, this right here in my art blog, for however long the internet sticks around.

I just wanted to say a little about her, get my grief out right now. Do something as I cannot do much else being so far away from my family.

donkey

mule
bull
stool
fool
cruel
cool
duel
fuel
gull(?)
gaol(?)
mull
jule
pull
rule
wool
yule
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Yeah, nothing rhymes with donkey.

Submission help

It has always been a dream of mine to go and continue my education, get my MFA. To do this, the application requires, "Three Recommendation letters sent directly to Graduate Coordinator from individuals practicing, teaching, or employed in the field of fine art, attesting to the applicants ability and competence in his or her chosen concentration."
Now I don't know about you, and I don't want to get too personal but you've seen my page here, who exactly is going to recomend ME attesting to MY ability and competance? I mean, really? I need some ideas, as the deadline is Feb. 1st, where do I go to find people that might respect me enough AND write me a nice letter, AND find three of those kind of people that are ALSO practicing, teaching, or employed in the field of fine art?
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Seriously through, any artists want to get to know me and become familiar with my works with the end result being they could feel justified in helping me fullfill a life-long dream of higher education, and write me a glowing recommendation? Otherwise, I will just have to contact my old college professors and get new ones from them to replace the older ones they wrote me before, which is inconvenient as they go on sabbaticals and not always timely.

And, there is no rush, who has money to go to grad school anyways, plus twenty class hours a week on top of a five year old I take care of and work?

rough wikiwiki

I had a strange dream that actress Allison Mack and I were a cartoon crime-fighting team last night. And, then it got stranger when Sierra Reed and Erinn Lobdell from the TV Show Survivor were in my dream. It is when you realize that Smallville and Survivor are both shown at 8 pm Thursdays on different channels that you start to fully appreciate the weirdness of us all being there together.
At least I think so, I mean come on... They are on different networks!

I need a bigger house!

When I was a small child, my mum had a friend who had a house on the side of a hill, and I guess they meet in an art class, so this woman had a huge studio stretching the back of the house overlooking the valley. Total fantastic clutter of easels and desks and paint and brushes and books, and I fell in love. I want a huge enormous creative space that I never have to apoligize for or what-not.
I want the whole brass band, I want to throw huge wonderful parties exhibiting my art works, I want a space to create those future art works, I want to not have to throw everything in a box if someone visits me because where I create art right now is also where someone would have to sleep if I had visitors that wanted to sleep. I want people to not sleep in my space.
I need a bigger house.
No sleep in my art space. I get very little done having to pack things up and unpack things again.
I want automony.

kinda feel lessened

I don't think this piece translates well here, when it is so frakking beautiful on paper. There is something about being able to focus in on the brush work, the texture of the paper and seeing how it uniquely directs the ink that can never be replicated, the way it flows I mean.
Anyway, this is just the first step in the long trail, I am due to start the larger format (30" by42") of white charcoal on black paper a day or two after May 30th and then I wil lgo back to a smaller format of regular size bristol paper of black ink on white. I should look into going to an art store and getting scratch board, I think it would go nicely, white on a black field.
I am not a 100% pleased with the above image, but it was a good starting point and I wanted to do a simplified version first. The ones following will be more complex but along this theme.