10 days

Were there not 10 index cards to show for it, I wouldn't believe it's been 10 days since I've posted.

But here's the proof in pictures.

This first index card was done the night before we left for Maine.  It was a bazillion degrees outside, and I needed to pack, but the patch of grass under the stairs really needed to be cut, and the lawnmower doesn't fit, and it kind of pisses off our neighbor when we neglect it.

I actually enjoy mowing the lawn, but I HATE the weed whacker and usually leave this onerous task to Ric.  He was working late in preparation of our vacation, and I couldn't, in good conscience, leave this patch untended for 5 more more days. 

(insert horrid machine noise and sound of me cursing)

Once back inside, it was too hot to even set foot in the art room to gather collage materials, so I vented my frustrations with colored watercolor pencils and a fine-line sharpie at the air-conditioned dining room table.

7-17-13

My next card was done in the log cabin on Rangeley Lake that I've been visiting since I looked like this:

1968

I have changed ever so slightly....

 But the cabin has not.

In spite of the enormous bag of art supplies I brought, I didn't have the time or space to explore them.

This card was made on our first night, using nothing but a current magazine and a glue stick.

Basking in the glow of favorite people and places.

7-18-13

There's no time for art when there are sunbeams to explore:

 1973

 and cairns to build:

The next night we had a crazy-windy thunderstorm.

I used part of stenciled index card, more magazine images, and some appropriate found book text.

7-19-13

 Truth be told, it's not that I didn't have time for art.  There's nothing but time in sleepy Rangeley.  It's just that the time is better spent snuggling beagles, 

Max and Boswell

and napping in hammocks, 

 

and reading on rocks.

(1983)

 So I stuck to my quick-card-before-bed routine.

 This one started with an unfinished ICAD from 2012.  Added a stamped image, magazine bits, and more appropriate book text (as we discovered that our hostess had sustained a spiral fracture to her wrist after an unfortunate fall)

7-20-13

 Said hostess was my mother's hospital roommate when they both gave birth to their firstborn daughters on the same day in 1964.  They struck up an instant friendship, and are still making each other laugh 49 years later.

Mom on the left.  Nancy, with both arms intact, on the right.

Sunday:

Our last night in Maine, and not even broken limbs can keep us from our favorite card game.

7-21-13

Monday.

Home, tired, grumpy, ready for bed, and dammit I didn't do an index card yet.

A scrap of thick textured collage,  fragmented like my tired brain.  Glue down a bit of a gelatin print, pulled from my file cabinet. The lumpy nature of the card made the scan kind of blurry in the background, but it adds to the overall effect I think.

7-22-13

Tuesday was my dad's 75th birthday.

I helped him install his new garbage disposal to honor the occasion.

The brains (L) and the brawn (R)

and came home to use up some more of those fabulous desk scraps.

It pays to never clean the work table.

7-23-13

 What day is it?  Where am I? 

Tissue and paper towel scraps from the recycling pile.  Chair from the IKEA catalog.  What is that creature?  I don't know, but he's righteous.

7-24-13

A picture of the inside of my head on Thursday night:

7-25-13

All good intentions of making lots and lots of art tonight have vanished into the black hole of the internet, the comfy couch, and the cuddly cat.

7-26-13

What have you been up to?