New Art Journal Page.

ACTUALLY, to be truthful, there's no journaling on this page ... yet.
It may happen. No promises, OK? But I did actually get busy and do some painting on the theme of Sainte Therese, the photocopied image in the guerrilla valentines I left around town.
Then I posted them on my other blog -- set up especially for the people who would come flocking -- and only one has so far. : (
However, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I decided to go ahead and do a journal page so anyone visiting there would know what the heck I was talking about.
Here is what I did with my image and the word "rendezvous." (Aren't those eyes just a little creepy?)
I was trying to keep the two places - blogs - separate, but if you want to go visit and leave a comment so others may feel less threatened by what I've done there, go ahead and click on "visit." And remember clicking on the pictures should enlarge them.
Well, I have a feeling "Lost" may be on and I'm still trying to make sense of that show. Talk at you later - femminismo

Sent Out Into The World.

TODAY I sent seven "valentines" on their way. I laid three in art galleries. Two of them went on tables in the lobbies. One went onto a short empty pedestal! The perfect place.
I mailed two off to get them wider distribution in the world. Either the persons I sent them to will take on the "art journey" or they will give them to someone who will.
Another one I left in the art book - how to section - of a local public library.
The last two will go in another local library tomorrow.
It is exciting to leave small packages anonymously where you hope someone will be happy to find them and take on the challenge they bring with them.
I cannot wait to check into my other blog, where folks have been instructed to arrive, to see if they follow through. We shall see, won't we? - femminismo

Rendezvous With Me.

Ooh la la! So ver-r-r-y French! Rendezvous. A prearranged meeting!
My wild little brain is flying high and wild tonight as I prepare to send off these valentines. I have decided to make Le Internet my duena. She will be with me at all times as I meet up with the arty types who find these valentines and answer the mysterious invitation to have fun on an art journey.
We will meet at a prearranged blogspot where we will "have the fun," as you Americans say.
Well, enough with pretending I'm French. You know I was born and raised in Oregon. I have been to Paris, but was not born there. In spirit, perhaps, but not in fact.
Yes, I am going to scatter these valentines and leave them out to whoever finds them and wants to continue the adventure. Maybe I will send two of them out to people I know, but otherwise I will let them fall as they may.
So this is what I have been doing with myself lately besides recovering from the cold and cough I got. I feel better and can't wait to be my old self again!
Meanwhile I suppose you've been wondering where our bathroom renovation is going. (Of course you have.) Here are the latest pictures and it may be the last ones for a little while. I think - finally - my soldier of a digital camera may have bitten the dust. Bought the farm. Kicked le bucket. The photo on the left is a closeup of the smooth tiles inlaid with marble squares. The Mister says you can see the dragonflies in the tile so there's no need to inlay them special. Hmm. Do you buy that? The picture on the right is of the bench we'll have so we can sit and shower - when we "get old" JoAnn says. "So we can sleep through the shower in the morning!" I say. Better go. Today's the Mister's birthday and we're going to have ice cream - femminismo