Sunday, June 8, 2008
This collage print is up for auction.
I had 2 prints of this digitaly altered collage. I traded one with Neda and donated the other at "Art for Autisim". Can you believe the original collage colors are browns and murky colors. It is amazing what photo programs can do when you play with them. Lately I am playing with my bikini dolls,making up a batch to sell in multiple colors. "Rainbow girls" I think I will call them. I gave one to a very sweet and generous bartender in my favorite spot,when I ever get out for drinks. It helps to get cuts on the bar tab.
My son turned a wicked 40 on June 6th. He was born the day RFK was shot. I remember all the nurses coming in my room not to see my adorable baby but to check out my tv screen.
I've been seeing tattoo's everywhere. I was suprised at the fabric store yesterday when I saw a woman older than me with one. I figured her grandchild talked her into it. I remember the day my mom was going out to birthday lunch with her siblings,dressed as usual in her suit and heels. She had a sleeveless top under her jacket. So I got a washable tattoo out and put it on her arm. She just turned 70 so when she discretely removed her jacket her siblings howled when they saw it. It's one of my all time favorite stories of my proper mom.
If I ever got a tattoo I tell everyone I want nursing home instructions on my chest. "Feed me,call the doctor,change my diaper,I have bedsores on my back,where are my meds." You get the idea.