Yellow Tales

An artist is nothing without light.  Perhaps no life would exist if there were no light.  And if it did, what kind of life would it be, not one I’d want.

Light is beauty.

Light is nuance.

Light is to be seen and taken in with ample attention.  Not to be taken for granted.  Oh how much we take for granted. 

This morning the light in the apartment was a morning-routine stopper.  Although I attended work yesterday, I feel as if this morning was the first working morning of the week.  I had a good sleep.  I often sleep more soundly after a bit of boozin. 

I had a special guest, and had to get creative with opening a bottle of wine as I couldn't find my much needed fancy schmancy Rabbit.  What I came up with was a screw, a screwdriver, then a large hook, a hammer, and then a drill, but the drill was just used as a prop for the photography.  I like the way the chord looks wrapped around it.  I mean, it’s what I do. I recreate my absurdity visually for you to experience it as close to what I might have lived! 

 

                            

After all, isn't it the function of photography. 

I must buy proper wine glasses.  I once owned a "set" of Baccarat red wine glasses.  Gorgeous.  But they all shattered.  I have a scar remaining from one of the incidents.  Speaking of sets, the other day, said mad friend, Martina, casually asked me what my preferences were for china.  What my style was?

I might have fallen off my chair had I been sat on one.  China? CHINA!?!

Dear Martina, have you mistaken me for one of your married gal pals with boxes still in the closet from the wedding?!!!  WHAT STYLE?  I prefer the kind that bounces off the floor shatter-free.  But no Corelle house warming gifts please. I am the sort of gal pal that stores 2x4s, drills, hand saws and pints and tubes of every colour paint all mixed personally by yours truly!  China?!Answer me this, what is your favourite type of paint brush?  Siberian Sable? Mongoose?  or are you more of a simple quality Bristle?

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