I have felt the need to create again – work has become monotonous, like fifty shades of grey and without all the S&M fun.
My art needs to happen, my brain is filled with items that want to be found, unearthed, carved of light, clay and everything else.
So, I am getting back here, trying to make the world more colored. Splashes of color that will form into different streams. I have added two items to Collections – one for physical art, one of computer applications I am toying with.
Today was interesting – I have comments, love comments – but sadly, they weren’t REAL comments. They were SPAM – well, not really SPAM – a delicious concoction of Pork Shoulder and ham.. MMM, when cubed, grilled with scrambled eggs – Divine.
No, this was spam in Russian. Seems I have a ton of Russian people who read this blog (or at least sign up, so they can comment with Spam for Russian gimmicks).
So, I deleted a bunch of Spam and am ready to look forward to using a new tool that I have and maybe I’ll post up something I find on my adventures this weekend.
Oh, and before I forget: Я люблю, когда российские посетители, но, пожалуйста, не оставляйте спам
May all your trips be Wonder Full!
One’s feet are always at the end of their legs. At least, most days. I have been on quite a long, and strange trip, yet seem to have never left.
Darkness was a part of it, light as well, and some fun times of transition. Cobwebs and Pumpkins, a Cheshire cat, and something above the darkness of caves – the light of collaboration. New friends, old enemies, new enemies and old friends.
Yep, my memories are a jumble at times, I blame the fermented drinks natives tend to ply me with. Can’t ignore a good drink, or dodge a fireball.
I travel again in a few weeks time, again a group of natives who work their magic. I can’t believe it has been two years since I put pixel to database and crafted in light and magnetic fields. But, I think that I will be happy with the outcome of this. It feels right, this time. Right. This time. Time will tell (rarely can it keep secrets from those who know where to look), as does a new moon yesterday – a time for making and creating and finding the glittery among the motes of darkness and light.
I know many would love to say at this point in their journey, they promise to make it here, but then we both know the Universe. I am only to be where I am, and to promise to be elsewhere, well, is a false promise. A promise, is a promise and one that should always be kept.
May all your trips be Wonder full!