I can’t tell you what a relief it is.

I’ve just cleaned up my mail box and deleted all



I keep them because I just know I’m going to have to go through them more carefully than just a brief glance just in case they’re important.


After a (5,063) while it becomes pretty clear that you’ve missed the boat anyway, and that anything that was important is now well gone.

The anxiety is draining.

Now, I’m light and free and ready to hoard more e mails.

So bring ‘em on!


I’ve been making, and painting, I even talked to the new neighbours, whom I thought had moved in about three weeks ago, but apparently it was before Christmas.

This is one of the consequences of being a bit of a hermit.

The world happens all on its own as I sit hammering and pastel-ing away in my studio engulfed in my imaginary world of man-eating triffids.

This is one.


And another.


Oh yes, they look so sweet, but in fact they will turn on you at any time.



And this is why you have to lock yourself away in the studio, because you never know what the new neighbours have brought with them on their shoe from when that last meteorite smashed into their previous back garden.


Finishing up.

Now I’ve got the fire back I was able to finish a couple of things I’d started.


Crazy Lace Agate – Front.



And I don’t know what this is, but I bought these little drilled river pebbles and wanted to use them in something.


Do you think they’re all getting a little weird?



It’s here!


And look.

The nice man gave me a fire red one just so I don’t forget each time I use it that I can blow up at any time.

Wasn’t that nice of him.

Actually Joe was very nice. He put my hose back on the tank for me even though he had to sign a waiver in the shop that if he exploded the company wasn’t to blame.

It’s not like the old days anymore when people just did things for other people with no thought of if they hurt their back, or blew up, etc. I do get it, but it’s a little sad that there are so many rules and regulations. We’ve kind of lost that human touch.

Joe hasn’t though :)

So I’m open for business again.

Which is great as I’ve had a little run of sales and have reached my $1,000 mark so I’ll be sending that off to Syria.

I’ve been struggling a little bit with if it’s worth it. If I’m being naive. But you know, I’m just not going to worry about it.

I’m on a mission and that’s that.

I want to share this video with you about the people who suffered the awful weather in Cornwall, U.K. in these past months.

To me this embodies the way I would choose to live.

If I wasn’t such a pessimist that is.



I didn’t have the guts to do it Capt’n

Instead I went out to try to find a hose to fit one of those tiny, not so impressively dangerous, Map gas bottle things.


Because I was reading that some people use these for jewelry making. But my torch head doesn’t fit it even though the nice guy at Home Depot said he was 99% sure it would.

The only heads I can find are huge and will take your eyebrows off just by looking at them.

They do seem to sell a smaller head, but I think it’s too small for what I want to do – remember here.

So I wasted all morning.


I tried to paint to cheer myself up.

I tried to be happy about the fact that, at long last, I was forced to concentrate on one thing instead of flitting from one medium to another.

That my brain could rest from the pull of making yet another piece of jewelry that I won’t know what to do with once it’s finished.

But, and even as I write this, I feel as though I’m in mourning, and that only by walking through the shadow of death to replace my tank will my life, once again, become meaningful.

(Too much?)

Oh well.

So today’s the day.

I’ll say my farewells to you all once more, and leave you with the mess that is my painting area which seems to have sprawled everywhere.

What will become of them if I blow up?









And this is but half of the stash I have in the other rooms.


To close I present to you Gustave the Wonder Horse.

To cheer you up.


Will I ever see him again …



It’s that time :(

The tank is empty.



Why does this always happen to me!

Just when I think I’m safe I have to start worrying about if I’m going to blow up again.

So, before going to bed last night, (NEVER do this people), I decided to look up if there was a place closer to me than the shop I usually go to so that I don’t have to travel the FRAUGHT WITH DANGER  (yes I’m screaming) road to get my tank replaced.

Of course there wasn’t, but how lucky was I to be able to enjoy some fun bedtime reading about projectile missiles, back flashes, and PEOPLE BLOWING UP!

Good night me.


I spent the next hour laying there, listening to P snore, as I imagined what the neighbours would think if, all of a sudden, that nice little building at the side of my house BLEW UP THE WHOLE STREET!

Would they notice the crater when they walked their sweet little, well behaved dogs (Willow! pay attentionin the morning?

Would the police have to come?

Will I be deported?

(I shouldn’t have reminded myself. The anxiety is creeping back in.)

All I can think is, I should have taken a lesson in how to use the darn thing.

Oh wait, I did.

Doesn’t help.

I did finish up by reading a more encouraging article which, all you, don’t want to be as lily-livered as me, people out there might like to read.


I’m still having a moment back here in my, OMG PLEASE DON’T LET ME DIE TODAY world, but it may help you.

So, here’s the plan.

First off I’m going to call the shop to make sure they’ve got a tank. Last time they wasn’t sure because they sell those humongous ones and my little, trying to be so important with the big boys, tank obviously isn’t in high demand.

(How do people work at that place with all that danger, danger, stuff?)

Secondly, I’m going to cross my fingers, but not my legs as two crosses count as a negative, and think happy thoughts as I travel the short, but FRAUGHT WITH DANGER ROAD to replace the damn tank, because I JUST HAVE TO PLAY WITH HIGHLY FLAMMABLE AND EXPLOSIVE GAS FOR FUN!

Oh god, I’m loosing it.

So, that’s it my friends. It was nice knowing you all.

Keep me in your thoughts.



Clay vs Jewelry and the Bayou Art Festival.

So I think I escaped.

The sketches I did got me too excited to pass by the jewelry bench, so I managed to avoid the clay room.

I did have to buy myself a little consolation prize though.

Just to get me through you understand.


Ryan Myers

It was a little tricky, and I did feel somewhat guilty about the clay, but the sketch book won.

Did I mention that I’d bought a new batch of stones?

One day I’ll show you them all, but I’m worried your computer will explode.


In’t they cool :)

Here  are some of the sketches.


Tiffany Stone


Crazy Lace Agate




Crazy Lace Agate


Indonesian Coral Fossil


The Tiffany Stone again

Not all of them work for me, but they were enough to get me started.



In-between starting and finishing this piece I went to the Bayou City Art Festival here in Houston with a friend.

Like I needed to go to get any more ideas.

I have come home excited.

And I had to buy a few things.

Mostly I bought some stuff for my girls, but this is mine.


Bad photo as I was too impatient to show you.

Here’s her photo of it from her website.

Jennifer Cavan

Jennifer Cavan

You can click on the image to go to her website, but I warn you, you may never be the same again.

I’ve wanted one of her paintings for over ten years now.



There was a lot of good stuff, and some blah stuff, at the show. I took some photographs of the pieces that caught my eye, but kept forgetting.



Susan Clayton


Estella Fransbergen


Mark Orr

And these guys are so cool.


Sugar Post

That’s it I’m afraid. Sorry if I got you all excited.


So, on this fine Sunday, I will leave you with why I need to get a new washer upper. P has (once again) chipped a vital tea mug.

Just can’t get the help nowadays.


Off to paint now.




The pottery bug has hit!

I wondered when it would happen.

It’s been lingering in the back of my consciousness for a while now, but even though I was really trying hard to resist it, it hit with a vengeance last night.

Help me now …

I’m really hoping that it will be too hard to pass by the jewelry bench to get into the clay room.

Good grief. It’s all just too much.

I was thinking perhaps I should separate my day into sections so that I can do it all, but I don’t work like that.

It’s full immersion for me, or nothing.

So there you have it.

The paintings are calling to be finished,



Cornelius is on hold.

You can see one of his entries – here.

And now the ceramics.

My only hope is that I drew up a couple of sketches for the new stones that arrived yesterday.

(Don’t ask why there are more stones arriving. I almost have my own quarry now, I’m surprised the shelf can bear them.)

So that might overshadow the clay.

I can only pray.




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