New Paintings

The Goddess!

Tree of Life (unintentional afro)

The Storyteller (not a good photo)

My Dad is an artist too

He sends me copies of ink drawings from his sketchbook. 

Sometimes i translate them into paintings...

(this background is a rather hideous pink in real life. i like it much better here.)

The Nail from Christ's Left Hand, TransSubstantiated from Iron to Wood

( i make up titles for them too)

Eco-Tawashi!

I made them myself.

House-Inna-Woods

Here's what it actually looks like.

a Folly-Under-Construction set in a lovely forest...a good place to sit and think long thoughts.
Today whilst adding more tarpaper i reminded myself of the old joke:
"why are you up on the roof in this rain?"
"fixing the roof where it leaks"
"why not wait til it stops raining?"
"because the roof don't leak when it's not rainin'!"

this post is dedicated to OutaSpaceman, who sings the Anthem of places like this. He's quite good.

Star Fort

Words cannot express my joy at discovering such things exist.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_fort

this is what my house is gonna look like.

The Bible and Stuff

So this is an ongoing project for some of my friends that are "recovering Christians" so to speak, who have found that religion to be unpalatable, exclusionist, & generally not representative of their selves & souls.
So they won't be forever unmoored from what was a meaningful tradition during many of their formative moments, I'm going to point out some of my favorite Bible verses, the ones that ring true in my life. Winnowing the good from the bad is a life skill, so the next post on this theme will be the points i find most contentious & in need of updating & improving. That's right Sirs and Madams of my anonymous internet audience, I intend to start some arguments!

(cheering, tossing of hats into the ether)

I'm hoping the whole thing will be cathartic and healing. I once met an angry young man on the internets, could tell you all day long why he was shaking his fist at God, but hadn't yet got to the point of believing in anything else he could express. Here, maybe, are some raw materials from which to create.

 & there will be some fun bits, too, like when I was 6 years old and they told me Jesus would go everywhere with me if I believed in Him, so when I rode in the car I tried to buckle the seatbelt for Him so He wouldn't get killed if we had a wreck, even tho i didn't really think he could get killed but anyway I went to put His sealtbelt on, and this is the really crucial part of the story THE SEATBELT WAS FLAT AGAINST THE SEAT!!! Like there was nobody sitting there at all! I was OK with Jesus being invisible and all, but total incorporeality? my childish faith furrowed its brow and said Hmmmm...

And there are other hmm-inducing bits as well, like this which i found on Wikipedia:
....1982 book The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail,^[8] in which they asserted:

The symbolic significance of Jesus is that he is God exposed to the spectrum of human experience – exposed to the first-hand knowledge of what being a man entails. But could God, incarnate as Jesus, truly claim to be a man, to encompass the spectrum of human experience, without coming to know two of the most basic, most elemental facets of the human condition? Could God claim to know the totality of human existence without confronting two such essential aspects of humanity as sexuality and paternity? We do not think so. In fact, we do not think the Incarnation truly symbolises what it is intended to symbolise unless Jesus were married and sired children. The Jesus of the Gospels, and of established Christianity, is ultimately incomplete – a God whose incarnation as man is only partial. The Jesus who emerged from our research enjoys, in our opinion, a much more valid claim to what Christianity would have him be.^[8]

Copypasta is my favorite kind of pasta.  But please, discuss. These are big things and i wish to understand them.

Met the Neighbors

So I'm building a House-In-The-Woods, have been working on it for several years. When it's done it will look similar to this:

Minus the greenhouse part, & the door is red w/ pineapples, and it's not tudor, it's sandstone and cinderblock. The windows are made of bottles & there aren't any in front and the roof is not nearly so complete, BUT ANYWAY, it's similar to this.

It is a place to go for taking Space and for making Magic. It's the very biggest thing I've ever built & i'm justifiably proud of it.

So when i got there today and found PEOPLE had been there i was rather upset.

Mind you it is just sitting out there in the middle of the forest, but that's WHY nobody's supposed to go there. Somebody had left big muddy tiretracks in the driveway, and a tiki torch which they won't be getting back. Some of my knick -knacks were moved, AND they'd torn open the big trash bag full of paper-to-burn and burned it in the firepit, probably while sitting in my chair (!).

Could've been worse, but STILL.

SO i snatched up the tiki torch & took myself down the road to where i knew people were and asked what happened & if they'd seen anything.

 "No nothing at all, nary a peep!"

Anyway i left, & soon after that the neighbors came walking down to my house-in-the-woods where i was sitting in My Chair watching paper burning in My Firepit. They each had a Coke & they brought one for me as well. Their names are Zack(the esquire of the neighboring property since his father passed away) and his friend Bill. Their pit bull is named Doobie, interpret that how you will. They wished to reassure me that they hadn't disturbed anything & would keep an eye out for interlopers. I told them i didn't mind people passing through but that there were limits. We compared tattoos, praised the un-Hot weather, discussed Zack's Old Lady whom I had previously met. They informed me I was 'Cool as Hell'.

We'll see.