As There Are few truly happy outcomes in the life of a feeling

Feelings, depending on who you ask they are important. I think they are. They are valid reasons for what we do. Sometimes not the most logical. I often like to leave logic to the rubix  cube and the people who know more about logic. ( I have no Idea how to spell that blasted game let alone solve it.)

OOOOH, what do you think would happen if a feeling and that cube had a love affair? Would it be purely sexual or would they get along?, outside the bedroom.

Replacing them of course

So... I like to read. I hated it in High school, I guess because it wasn't at my own pace or my own choice. I also was stubborn.

 But now I do, Since May among other books I've been reading, I've been tackling three books by Marcel Proust, I get a lot of my titles for these pictures from them. I recommend them, if you have patients, and a lot of time to read on your hands.

The descriptions of this young writers perception and states of consciousness can translate every memory you've ever had into one that is similar to... everyone else's. So are all our memories the same, describable, replacing what really happened, or is everything that happens to us the same thing that happens to everyone else. If this is true, we humans are more alike than some think.

Picking up Afterwords

Picking up.  Anyone who knows me, knows that... I'm a "little" messy. Depends really on who you ask. 

 I do things as I go. I see some kind of a relation between my art and my way of day to day life... as Jody calls it a "scatterer". I make a mark and if I feel like it, I go back to it. If I don't, I leave it there. 

Just like that sock that I took off two days ago.

Blue-berries

Just a pretty design. The blueberries were made from drips of paint. Then I connected it all together.

My Face is red today

Something to remember, everybody has "ugly day's" those are days when no matter how sky high your confidence is, NOTHING anyone says can make you feel better. My face was so red this day, I kept putting lotion on it all day. Nothing seemed to help. I got so extreme that I cut dairy out of my diet for a week. I don't know why I thought that might help. I don't even know if it did. 

SOMETIMES THINGS ARE IN YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Dog's day afternoon

More about waiting... sometimes life is like gambling, other times it's like a waiting room. Then once in awhile gambling gets you into a waiting room.

Aunt Mary's Phone call

Sometimes I doodle while I'm on the phone with people. If your reading this and saying,

"We'll doesn't Holly pay attention to us when we talk?"

I do, I absolutely do, I care about all my friend and family and these drawings and doodles are done while I listen and my sub- conscious does things. You have to keep that puppy busy, or else it miss-behaves. I'm thankful for the people that love me. 

Order

Order, box, control, categorize, divide, segregate, conquer, make sense, realize, nature...If everything was exactly the same as everything else, would we still try to fill our world with order?

Ask the eight ball if you are green with envy

In december my friend gave me a mini magic eight ball. Since then I have been consulting the magic eight ball, and it's mysterious liquid, multi sided Die, and it's arbitrary opinions in order to bring a decision to my plans, even if I already have made up my mind. for some strange reason I care what the magic eight ball thinks. When the eight ball gives me answers I don't like or agree with, I'll ask it questions until it gets so tired that it tells me to ask later. So even eight balls have something in common with humans. The ability to make decisions, but if cornered with endless inquiry they freeze up and become frazzled.

Not Everything is black and White

I can not begin to explain everything. Nor can anyone, ever. Humans, are very complex, there is always more, and then still more when someone opens their mouth and then still more as things are slowly remembered and even more as the lights are turned on. Not even a comic is black and white anymore.

these photos go with the previous post.

One with the other and happy days will come.

Not to much to explain here, I just don't feel like it,these are made in a time of confusion, rejection and waiting. I'm in limbo land, and I have no control over it.

Remember when... he does do you, and if so which side of the story do you remember? 

Run Dog Girl Run

Just a crazy dog on the run, in a whole world of orange.

What's your print

This one reminded me of finger prints. They are left everywhere, so we are left everywhere, just make sure you want to be where your print is left. Finger prints are comparable to the individuality of our personalities.

Separating

Fragments of life often pull apart without our control.

Confusion of Flight

It's a bird, it's a plane, or is it only a confusing idea. Flying seems to be a fascination of people. We dream about it, being so free. However when you leave the ground why is fear and freedom of movement fighting with each other. Setting your self free is scary.

I'm not as good at this as I wanted  or intended to be, blogging my drawings daily. I have been making the drawings, but sadly not posting them. This one sort of reminds me of Africa. Possible it's just a visualization of a struggle, one thing coming in contact with something else. You decide. 

Just a picture today.