'Cause February can just March right outta here. It still looks like mid-February out there, but the mental shift of knowing the F-word is behind us is exciting.
I aim to start some seedlings this month. Haven't decided what to start, but we don't have much space to house them, so it won't be much.
I'm not sure I can do another winter up here. So, in an effort to lift my winter-worn spirits, I'm gonna somehow make myself relish the last few weeks of it. I'm gonna force myself to find the beauty in it. Kind of like how supposedly if you force yourself to smile long enough you eventually actually feel happy. So, there you have it. That's what I'll do.
Creative juices are definitely gooshing around here. Andy is busting out some pretty swank nightlights, and I am sewing up a storm. My friend Jules just lent me a serger she got at a garage sale and I am going to test-run tonight. If it works I will be ecstatic!
These are some images that Andy is working on for an animation sequence for Canadian director Guy Maddin, who took him under his wing after Andy paid him the compliment of stalking him all the way to Winnipeg in 2001. Aren't the figures beautiful? So elegant. My Android also has a residency/exhibit at the Missoula Art Museum. He will be there hangin' around doing his thing through the month of March. You should go down and check him out! Here are some shots of him setting up his animation stand.
The kids drew on the dry-erase wall while he was setting up. Here are some of their masterpieces, in the dry-erase medium.
The kids are gonna need to get schooled in the way of art museums. They run around the place like it's a playground. I felt a little on edge, and very micro-manage-y. But this place is important. It's full of heartfelt works of art that my kids want to touch, skip around in, and add to with dry-erase marker. It may be because the place is open and expansive, and they have been cooped up in our small little house for too damn long. I dunno. But I think the nice folks at the museum wince a little when we walk in.
And this machine has been pulling at my heartstrings and fantasy-making headquarters for the past few days. Test run complete. It works! Here we go, one-lady sweatshop!