What a novel idea... synchronicity part 2

One of my novels has the word Haven in the title. Part of the reason I didn't self-publish it when I "finished" it was because a TV series came out around the same time and I was kinda pissed. Sounds dumb but when you really are hit with words and titles for things when you are writing you think in your self-righteous brain that everything you come up with is brilliance. And I didn't want to change my idea or title. So I stuck this novel in a zip drive and started writing blogs.

My husband and I talked about ways that I could deal with this and then the next day I picked a random movie on Hulu and as the credits rolled the production company was called Haven. (The movie sucked but had a good thought, taking the impossible and saying instead I'm possible)

Now am I looking for that word subconsciously? For sure. These "meaningful coincidences" in life and social media this week are a jump start to my muse and big boot to the writers block that once stood in my way, so who gives a hoot if these are manifestions of my brain or signs from the universe to get back in the game. Here's a meme (remember when you did not even know what a meme was? I digress)

That represents this same thought. I am seeing the opportunities because I want to succeed. Lastly, I went into my job and someone was talking about a human with this same name, Haven. Synchronicity? You bet because I believe in my Haven.

Finding the beauty in the Taint-- or Fuel for my muse

When I was little I tended to be sick, I would surround myself with imaginary worlds within the library that I had amassed by the time I was in elementary school. I now realize there are people who get to be around live muses, not just paper, film and digital muses. My friends were on the pages and inspired me to write and create and dream. Then slowly a few real ones have trickled in my life sending butterflies to my brain.

In my recent flu/viral URI, I have watched documentaries on Greenwich Village and other art communities. Which made my brain a little jealous of people getting To surround themselves with peers in your neighborhood with the same drive to create; what a fun experiment in the creative positive flow. There were flows like that at Antioch in my sculpture class, writing classes and watching the manic kids work all night turning videotapes into a full-scale spider web. I have always believed we are given people for a reason or a season. I love when new or old people come into our lives and revive something in us that move us to step up to the next level or get back to our love. Over the last couple years, I had some great editing and writing partners and I have since fallen out of regular contact with them and miss the conductivity between two minds helping one another in a creative process. That sharing was very intimate, especially a novel, or three.

I am not a very social person. I love talking to people one on one or in very small groups but anything else scares me shitless. To share my writing with anyone is like showing someone my boobs. I am no woo-girl. I am not at the bar flashing every person who buys me a shot of lemon drop.

The only reason I press send on this Blog is I assume Yes, Virgina you are my the only real reader. Where in the world is my reader? That should be the bonus in the comment section. I digress.


Finding our own Greenwich Village, no matter where we live. I am sending out to the universe that I want to be surrounded by more artists of all mediums. My best friend is a choreographer and dancer. I recently have been re-introduced to a writer/photographer whom I hadn't spoken with in 22 years. His photos have shown me beauty in Cincinnati that I didn't realize existed.


My mind had become so tainted to the ugliness of Ohio because of the burnout I feel in other areas of my life that I had stopped looking for the beauty that is still around us.

What do we want in life?

Warning-- adult language-- mom's mouth will slip past appropriate.

We tell our kids the letter A on a papers, will lead to a treasure map of colleges and eager to offer pretty colors to study at their square buildings for four to twelve years, all the while praying they figure out what they really want-- to work, achieve and choose their future and not let the future choose them. History has shown that not all successful people got great grades in school and some do not even graduate. And I am not even touching the issue of what a college education cost a student nowadays. Am I advocating for dropping out? No. Not in the least. But instead thinking about how we decide what is best for us in our lives and how we figure out those things.

I am figuring out how my happiness is internal, some external but not material.

We have all know sublimely happy people. They radiate sunshine out every orifice even when they have the flu. I love these people and have always wanted to add an ounce of this sublime happy to the cocktail that is Dany. But instead of seeking this liquor I have actively for over two years been trying to pick their brains to find out what it is that keeps them looking for the pot of gold and not seeing the muddy poop slosh their standing in.

Happy people don't make excuses.

Happy People are looking forward to everything because if you are always looking back you will probably be smacked in the face with a beam. (Where did that stage come from? Dang Easter Bunny.)

Copyright--VIEWASKEW; kEVINSMITH, mallrats


I want a clean house when I come home.
I want time to write and or create something every day.
I want to meditate.
I want to see or be part of the joy in my families lives.

My mind instantly went to a list of things I want to remove from my life. But to write them keeps them solid in reality and I would rather not give them any more life than the habits they are already in my psyche. '

I am thankful for if even one of you read my ramblings. They are helping me. And I don't just do them for my own selfish reasons. I think if I am thinking this way maybe one other person may also be like. Fuck this is hard.

I wish I was an artist

Can a person with very little artistic ability become an artist? Every art class I have ever taken I have loved. It started in Middle school when I was taught how to develop the film into negatives by our science teacher Mr. Lapp. No one else in our class knew how to do it and it made me feel special. In a class of geniuses, it is hard to stand out. So I fell in love with black and white photography from sixth to 8th grade but then I had no more access to photography except my own shitty camera. But I took pictures constantly in high school and college and beyond but nothing artsy.

Then in high school, I took art and loved all of the projects-- murals, wax dying, metal work, etc. In college, I took Sculpture 101 and adored that, I learned how to weld and sculpt by hand. I just assumed I was not talented enough to do anything more, but I loved these things. They brought me stress relief and a sense of accomplishment when they were complete. The process was the part I liked more than the outcome.

Maybe 2017 will bring more art as my stress relief.

Fulcrum Gallery presents Timeless Chic Art-- Alphonse Mucha

Timeless Chic? "Timeless Chic Wall Art
Close your eyes and imagine apiece of art that has lasted through the ages; think of something that people will always think is beautiful no matter what. Now, open your eyes and take a look at Timeless Chic art. Chances are, some of the images you imagined aren’t so far off from these lovely pieces. While they’re not the Mona Lisa or the Sistine Chapel, Timeless Chic prints will always add class to a room.

Veruca Salt’s “Fleur de Lis Square II” is just one of many examples. This painting holds true to the color palette of soft, creamy tones, and it shows the always-classy Fleur de Lis alongside some breathtaking flowers that will always remain in style. A compass graces the canvas of “Coast to Coast Sepia I” by Daphne Brissonnet as a reminder that following your heart on a journey from one coast to another will forever be of intrigue."

http://www.fulcrumgallery.com/c38066/decorating-ideas/timeless-chic.htm

Alphonse Mucha Art Prints
Mucha is most often remembered for the dominant role he played in shaping the aesthetic of French Art Nouveau at the turn of the 20th century. Born in 1860, in what is now the Czech Republic, he had high aspirations to become a serious artist, which led him to pursue his studies in Prague and Munich. In 1887 he was lured to Paris, where he found it necessary to take on various minor commissions, including book and magazine illustration work. He achieved immediate fame in December 1894 when he accepted a commission from Sarah Bernhardt, the greatest actress of the time, to create a promotional graphic for the play Gismonda. Mucha's art captivated the hearts and imaginations of the public with its beautiful, sensuous forms and exquisite definition of detail. He achieved an elegant style with his fluid design and perfectly balanced blend of natural and abstract decorative patterns. Mucha's prolific output of posters, graphics, calendars, illustrations and decorative panel designs was concurrent with the general trend toward creating art for mass consumption and utilizing art for decoration. Through his extraordinary versatility in adapting to various forms and media, he exerted a profound influence on the Art Nouveau style.

I picked a picture created by Alphonse Mucha from the Timeless Chic Collection at Fulcrum Gallery called "Zodiac". It was originally commissioned by a printing company called Champenois and was originally designed as calendar for the company. In 1897, the chief editor of "Le Plume" bought the rights to the picture and as the magazine's calendar. There are nine known variations of the lithograph. I chose a frame that would look vintage to compliment Mucha's Zodiac.