Smitten
Saturday, 19 June 2010 08:55
Written by Administrator
My oh me oh. My ow. I am SMITTEN right now. Smit-ten, SMIT FACED, I am smit faced over this design stuff I have stumbled upon. I know I blog sometimes, like thrice yearly, I blog, I feel good when I blog. I blog about something that tickels my fancy, pickles me, makes me dancy in the downstairs, where the running-the-chainsaw type stuff makes your girlie parts tingle. Oh, now is one of those times.
When you are grown in Alaska, grown up in Alaska, the (second to!!) last stop in the union, the last train stop from your debarkation- it is hard to have access to stuff the rest of the world already has. For example, I have been dreaming for years that I could print some of my artwork in wallpaper form. The closest I have come so far is having my artwork carved in a watermelon, which was FANTABULOUS- do not get me wrong. But still, that organic art was gone long ago, and I just want ONE wall in this world to have my art upon it in a repeating tile, other than on the world wide web. So that's going to happen, one way or another, and the only reason I am writing this blog is because I bought a few more URL's... my drug of choice, purchasing land on the Web, that's what I do. And so the thrill of it motivated me to come here, to my own property, which is sometimes visited by users, traipsers and trollopers the the world over, and WHA-LA! I have a great sensation that my art is worthwhile, my belief (... is the beautiful armor...) in myself that is so fine a sword it will cut into the atmosphere, the future, the now, the great divide... (lessening), and BLAP theres BLOG to say: Giraffe anyone? I am a giraffey type and while I'm on the subject, who's coming to Africa with me???
http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-37005479795125_2106_92123784
May 2011 (before the world must end). Nigeria, then the Gambia, to prepare the flight. EVERYWHERE, EARTH. Hosanna in the highest! Sweet purity of truth!
Jesus Reigns, Messianic, flavor of the season. God great'cha. Goodness are, ya. How far though art, how feeble am I. Love Lordy, let me be! Let us all. Forever more in heaven, amen:) Jesus make me more of you, i do I want'cha. I am adored, i am all for ya. I do. Owkay!
Freedom of Speech, that's all! Journalistic Log, Blawg, Web Log. My own truth. There, I say it.