Jet Lag

I'm not sure what is going on with this little fellow. He's not getting enough sleep and looks a bit psychotic.

Still, I like him.

Postscript:

K said that the barbed wire speaks "volumes of the Aussie outback... its wildlife and the implications of displaced species and ... land destruction by white settlement......."
I'll take it.

Leggy Bird II

Oil Sketch on Paper
Feb 2010

Family Jewels

The job I hate is coming to an end soon. I'm nearly at the last hurdle; a ten day stint in the desert training the new guy. I hate going to Dubai and can not for the life of me imagine how people can actually pretend to enjoy living there.

I've been offered project work for three months, during which time I'm supposed to figure out what I want to do. No mean task given the truth of the matter is I really don't want to work for anyone. I can't stand the routine. I can't stand being bossed.

I want to create.

My dad creates. He's a jeweler. He started in his forties, taught himself. He's said he'll teach me if it's what I really want.

Sadness

There's a widespread belief that crying is good for us.

Well it had better be, because I've been doing it more or less non stop for the past six months. I cry when I go to bed and I cry when I wake up and I don't really know what I'm crying about anymore. I cry at my desk and I cry in yoga when my head is down. Yoga! It's either cry or punch a bendy piece of fluff in the pouty gob.

I don't cry in front of people, but I did today. It was embarrassing; for me and for my new boss.

Too much of a good thing.

Easier to forget than forgive

I haven't done my forgiveness letter. I've forgotten to do it and am taking that as a very good sign. I'd rather forget than forgive any day.

Cast Off

He forced himself to say hello
Limp fish
Brittle husk, wan.


Ashen; the meds I suppose
Death wish
Carcass left, spirit gone.