Blue Waters

Some days I need a blast of color.

This particular color reminds me of my childhood (even though the image was taken relatively recently). This is the blue of the Pacific Ocean, on a very clear day, from the California coastline.

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                                                                                         photo courtesy J.B. Lindgren

 

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Brain Fart

A: I had a brain fart today in school.

Mom: A What??

Z: You know, a brain fart.

Mom: No  I don’t. What is it? (brightly) Is that like a ‘senior moment’.

A: (frowning) No, it is nothing like that.

Mom: Well what is it? Can you give me an example?

A: Yes, that is exactly what my story is about. Listen.  There is this kid in my class named Ali and I notice that he is rather fair complexion. I ask him, “Hey Ali, are you Arab?”. He says “No!” and he shows me his phone which has the two-headed eagle on it. He says, “I’m east European.” And I couldn’t think of what flag the eagles were and I said, “You’re Bosnian?”

Z: I can’t believe you forgot!

A: I know, right. And he says, “No Albanian.”

Mom: Why is that a brain fart? How in the world are you expected to know what is on the Albanian flag?

Z: (rolling her eyes) Mom, we have a Flags of the World table mat and we play “Guess the flag game”.

Mom: Right. (looking for pen and paper) I have to write this down for my blog.

A: Are you going to be Columbusing slang for old people?

Z: TBH Mom, I wouldn’t do it.

Mom: What is TBH?

Z: To Be Honest.

Acuna Matata mañana y mañana y mañana

After much anticipation and whispered rumor, the junior high school musical director has announced the selection for this year, “Lion King”. Even though the auditions are two weeks away, both my junior high school students have submitted their audition paperwork and have memorized their audition lines and song selections. I am proud of them for wanting to be in the school play, but anxious that my 6th grader will not get a big part because the juicier roles are typically reserved for the 8th graders. As there are eight 8th graders auditioning this year, her odds are not very good. “It’s not you, it’s the seniority clause. Like union carpenters!” My logic washes over her and she belts out yet another rendition of ‘Acuna Matata’. She is trying out for Timon, the comic-relief meerkat. My son has perfected his Jeremy Irons’ British accent in his bid for the devious Scar.

The downside of the theater biz is that as a family member you must hear the same songs repeated over and over again to performance perfection. Last year, I inadvertently memorized the lyrics to most of the songs for “Shrek: the Musical”, and I expect my brain will pick up the score for “Lion King” with the same sponge-like absorption.

Painting Snow

Yes, I’ll admit it does feel as though everything outside is limited to white, gray, black, brown, with a few dabs of color. But, is it really? Perception is everything, and snow is reflective- so why not paint your snow shadows as blue, purple, or pink?

Some examples:

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Winter shadows                                                          18 x 24 in
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Winter shadows reference photo
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Rosy Fingered Dawn                                                              11 x 14 in
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Rosy Fingered Dawn reference photo

You can see what is meant by “artistic license” when you compare the reference photo to the finished painting.

Note: Photos were taken from my backyard last year.

Hampered Judgment

“For although a man is judged by his actions, by what he has said and done, a man judges himself by what he is willing to do, by what he might have said, or might have done– a judgment that is necessarily hampered, not only by the scope and limits of his imagination, but by the ever-changing measure of his doubt and self-esteem.”

-Eleanor Catton in The Luminaries