Me and Mike. Now you know our faces.

Hi.

Welcome to my blog. I can't promise much more than a rambling discussion about life, creative process, health, food and kitties.
I tend to swear a lot.
I'm stoked you’re here; after reading a bit, I hope you still will be as well! 

Yup, February.

Yeah, I know. That's the last time I posted... At this point I'm just going to be honest and say "I have no frikken idea what to post about." I have blog-block. I have pseudo-performance anxiety. I have had next to no spare time, my life has served me a series of hugs and bitch-slaps, I have a deep need to stay the f**k away from my computer on weekends, I have too many excuses...

Screw it...the best thing for me to do is to repress the rising feeling of blog-barf itching in my fingertips, ignore the assumed need to write about every last thing that has happened to me in that last 6 months and instead focus on something succinct, creative, concrete...and a bit geeky-exciting...well, for me...First off, a confession: I have had a quiet yet BURNING need to learn how to make pretty flowers even prettier. This has been a whole-life thing. I have told very few people about this...well, before now, and it's been high on the 'me wantee' list of my life since I was about 8...probably earlier. I was constantly attempting high art made of flowers throughout my teen years, and into my 20's, but lacking the technical know-how, my well-thought out masterpieces would fall short in the 'artistic' department; think weeds and wildflowers plunked into a hollowed-out pumpkin at Thanksgiving, etc, etc... But still...the preoccupation...

I find flower shops insanely soothing...the cool, humid, fresh smell is a brain tonic, the colours and textures of the flowers and greenery set my hands humming the same way my jewelry bench does. I have spent way too many hours drooling over the posts of blogs like Saipua, often over my lunch-break at work...I cannot fight the urge any longer....I'M GOING TO FLOWER SCHOOL!!!

I start in September, taking a simple class every Sunday morning from 9 til noon...flower school will become my new church...surely so much more inspiring and uplifting than any church ever was or could ever be to me. I am obviously beyond excited...geek that I am.

I've been enabling this flower-lust a little bit this summer, as I mulled over the decision to enroll (I constantly over-analyze the spending of dollars on something like this...it's something I dearly want to do, but as I can't quiet yet decide how it's going to fit into my future-life as an artist - meaning 'will I make money doing this?'- I spend a lot of time waffling over whether I should do it or not. It's a totally sucky, bureaucratic brain process that is currently under revision...'cause it generally sucks the fun out of things...you know, like life...) I've been documenting too...here is some evidence of a growing preoccupation...

Lilacs and random weeds that I should really know...

purple cosmos, planted along the vegetable garden

two beautiful people take the next beautiful step

Pretty, yes? Can you understand why I'm so inspired...inspired to the point of not being able to think about what to blog about? See? I promise to document what I produce in Flower School, as I'm interested in seeing the 'evolution' from the silliness that I've recently produced, and the more finessed creations that lie before me. I also promise to blog sooner than 6 months from now. Promises, promises...

R.A.N.T.

Rosy