Day Three Hundred Fifty Four: My Eclipsed Eclipse

In lieu of a photo of an eclipsed moon, I will give you a photo of a major star in my world rotation:

Monday, December 20: Photo of new teeth

Day Three Hundred Fifty Three: The Wild Returns

Into the wild and back again. It was a quiet revolution. I enjoyed my day and the company without once reverting to the childhood patterns. Are we more mature? I hope so. Relatively so.

Sunday, December 19: Montana light

Day Three Hundred Fifty Two: Oddly Montana

At the spur of the moment I find myself in Montana, a seasonal tree ready to adorn. Seasonal spirits at the ready.  I could surely do with less treats and more cycling. Now is not the day for that. More banana cream pie please. And brownies, wink, wink. 
And strings of lights
Weeeee

Saturday, December 18: sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Fifty One: ReCycle

While I was cycling today I pulled over to pick up some trash. It turned out to be yet another of the plastic shopping bags that are everywhere. I picked it up with the idea somewhere in my head that I would collect some good points. And then my ego jumped up and wanted to know whom I could tell, how to get the message out that I stop to pick up trash, even when no one is looking. 
Silly ego. You know you can't keep a secret. And by telling you negate the good that the deed did. You can't be selfishly selfless. 
Can You? Perhaps it is the only way?

Friday, December 17: sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Fifty: Leaf Me Alone

A single leaf. Alone on the page. 

Thursday, December 16: Pen, Sharpie on Pastel on Paper.

Day Three Hundred Forty Nine: I Slink Towards Year End

As year end nears I feel relief. Not planning a big finale. I am enervated.

Wednesday, December 15: Sharpie on Pastel on paper. 

Day Three Hundred Forty Eight: One Step Closer

More papers to sort, more revelations to make. 
And burdens fly and I make new paths. I am open to new thoughts. 
I am waiting!

Tuesday, December 14: Sharpie on Paper

Day Three Hundred Forty Seven: I Swaggered

I finally got out and rode today. It was mid-forties at eleven so I found some path and took off. It had been a number of days and I was feeling grouchy about it. It was ten miles of beautiful, amazing, invigorating, mind quieting and fun. All the things I expect and rejoice in. Afterwards, I had an errand to run and I found myself in a full on swagger as I walked across the parking lot and through the store. I caught myself and laughed, then continued. Hells yeah, I kick ass.

Monday, December 13: Sharpie on Pastel on Paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Forty Six: I Saw Something

It was like a vision of a large, complex painting. It was a painting I am going to do I suppose, it incorporated elements of all the things I played with this year. It went on and on. It is going to be a steady handed bitch to complete but it sure made sense of the last year.  All the elements explored for days to weeks: ready to mix? Aw crap, more projects.


Or maybe it was cat dander confusing my brain.


Meanwhile, my armchair pursuit of the bike lead me to Stumble all day off and on, on my phone, only to Bicycling related websites. And that lead me to this:

Sunday, December 12: Sharpie on Pastel on Paper. 11x15


Meanwhile, I am learning that there are lots of my kind out there. Artists, cyclists. Perhaps I should mingle. 

Day Three Hundred Forty Five: Two Paw Smack Down

Move over, New personality of influence. 

Saturday, December 11: Sharpie, watercolor on paper

Day Three Hundred Forty Four: Shameless, Poor Imitation of Myself

I take to little time some days for art. And it rebels and shows poorly. My apathy is peeking out.

Friday, December 10: sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Forty Three: Heartbeats

I am ready. Really. Let's do it. Thank-you.

Thursday, December 9: sharpie on paper

Day Three Hundred Forty Two: Building A Tree

One Leaf at a Time.

Wednesday, December 8: Sharpie on Pastel on Paper.

Day Three Hundred Forty One: Expanding Possibilities

Simple action on a simple plan will take me further than the most complex, completely drawn out plan with all possibilities accounted for but no action. 
Time to move and shake.

Tuesday, December 7: Pastel and sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Forty: Reflected Reflection

Whew:
By now I should be all full of wisdom learned by this project. But I never talked about it.
I think that is the problem. I never talk about anything that is going on in my life. Not really. I am horribly closed and non-forthcoming. Perhaps my story is interesting. Perhaps not. I am loathe to tell it. Instead I thrash about looking for another tale to tell. Something I can use, but its not me, not at all.
Sigh. 
This is what I know. While I did this every day, I would not say I was faithful. But I did learn something about the materials daily. And I gained a whole new ease working around other people. When something has to happen, you have to work in a lot of surroundings or never go anywhere at all. And I did play with friends.
I feel like I developed a lot of small images that are going to all contribute to a large, slow to produce, intricate piece this next year. That is all I can say about beyond the yoke of this imagining.

Monday, December 6: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Thirty Nine: Leaf it to me

And that was a stupid pun. 


So many decisions to be made and action to be taken. Just keep moving and deciding.


Emerson said: An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory. 


I can see that.

Sunday, December 5: pastel, paint on paper, 9x12

Day Three Hundred Thirty Eight: Innocence is hard to capture

I need to practice your face. I need to see you more.

Saturday, December 4: pastel on paper

Day Three Hundred Thirty Seven: Too Little

All my incubation period, sometimes it bubbles up into something.

I think I am going to take a class. I need to know how to do something. 

Friday, December 3: paint and sharpie on paper.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Six: Bicycle Advocacy

I like the sound of that. I found a job posting for a job in Austin. I am moving there soon and this job jumped at me today. I got truly excited about a job for the first time in a long time. I need to find out more. I don't want to just push paper, I want to ride all the bike paths and do research in other cities... say Copenhagen. 


Oh, a girl can dream. 


For today, I am doing this here and Facebook. These are two bike paths that I rode all summer and fall long. The top one I rode at least four times a week for months. The second one I hit on the weekends or early mornings. I like them both in the summer, but as you can see, the Washington side has no regard for cycling in the winter. The Idaho paths are plowed and accessible. In Copenhagen they have little bike path snow plows. Now that is awesome. But here, we have variances:

Thursday, December 2: photos of places I love to ride.

Day Three Hundred Thirty Five: Snowbirds Fly South

Of course I am getting winterized here. I am putting on a layer of warming fat, lazing around, ready to hibernate until spring. What I need is a man to laze around all winter with. Perhaps I would have something else to do besides eat more ice cream and draw this from my rear view mirror:

Wednesday, December 1: pencil on paper. 


Good to see you me!