siren_echoes

There goes LJ again. Hm... I wonder if I shouldn't start utilizing this site more often. It's definitely getting more traffic than it was back when I first opened an account on here. I might start using this as a backup Arts journal, mirroring my shadows_gallery shadows_gallery account on LiveJournal (since I no longer use my shadowsculptor account very much).  Ye gods, I have too many LJ accounts.  Really, I'm only using two right now though.

I've been working on a painting that is about to get dubbed the Murphy's Law painting if it keeps up as it has.  I nearly lost it in a file corruption incident, started working on a saved JPG and discovered that some of the proportions on the figure were wrong, and have been fighting with it ever since.  Argh.  Either I'm too much of a perfectionist or I jinxed this one by working on it publicly and posting update pics on it.  Of course, ironically, the fact that I was posting update pics is what enabled me to salvage it when the file corrupted.  I hate when my art projects turn into Woman against Evil Art Thing of Doom.  But I shall prevail.  Hopefully.

I should get off here.  Have work to do.

Woohoo!  Entries finally uploaded.  Took it long enough. 

Still mostly just using this site as a backup, just in case LJ succumbs to the DDoS attacks one time too many.

I think I'm going to work on Veil now.  Maybe some artwork for it.

*headbangs to cathartic music*

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Sometimes, the world around me seems like a reflection on water. Insubstantial. I'm not sure why this is. The people aren't insubstantial. The trees, the mountains, the rivers and waterfalls and oceans, don't seem insubstantial, but they all seem to be connected to whatever lies beneath the surface, what is hidden by this reflection, yes, including the people, whether they are fully aware of it or no. Like undersea mountains that break the surface to form islands. Walls seem insubstantial. Carpet and computers and shelving and chairs and lamps and tables and washers and driers and towels and clothes and television and and and... these are what seem insubstantial. Not that they are bad. Nor good. Perhaps they provide comfort, warmth, a way to nourish one's self, convenience when writing or painting, but they are not Real. Only reflections. I don't really understand it, I'm not trying to be metaphorical or deep, but this is the way my mind perceives things.

Not quite so vivid or exciting as last time, but writing this more for recording some thoughts regarding development of lucidity....

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Overlook this if dream journal type things don't interest you all :) I just wanted to record them, as they were quite vivid last night.

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I am feeling somewhat... blank... today. This could have something to do with spending the entirety of yesterday running over half of California trying to open a new bank account and get my license renewed and changed to reflect the fact that I'm, you know, no longer in Texas. Unfortunately, things were accidentally left behind that were needed for said changeover, and so the hour and a half drive to Sonora was wasted.

I came back to the lodge and decided to forgo staffcaff food, which evidently consisted of spaghetti and meatballs (which I am not overly fond of anyway) in favor of dinner in the restaurant. Perfectly flavored trout, a glass of pinot noir, and cheesecake made the day... somewhat tolerable. And I was the only one in the restaurant. It is like a ghost town here since the Strawberrians left for home. I'm glad. If I heard one more strain of bluegrass, I might have taken to tearing out clumps of my hair in order to plug up my ears.

I wandered around the woods this morning, taking one of the nearby hiking trails. I love being immersed in the wilds, love being able to walk out the door and disappear into the forest. I have never been able to live in cities and most towns, not without finding myself... fading, or stagnating, or just... numb. I suppose this is just the way I'm wired. The accomodations here leave much to be desired, though. That is a situation that I will hopefully be able to remedy in time, once I can get a hold of a decent car. Unfortunately, living spaces are relegated to either on property, or an hour away in Groveland. The Lodge actually rents out a big old house there, which is allegedly quite nice.

I just lost half of my post. Wonderful. I will try to remember what I wrote.

I have a couple of tattoo designs on the agenda, one for an old friend, and one for a man on property. I don't do the inks, but I do the occassional commissioned sketch for the artists to modify as needed. One of the tattoos, the one for the good friend of mine, depicts a rose vine wrapped around a sword; the vine transforms into a chain that wraps around the arm, and a butterfly hovers over the rose. I'm not quite certain how to design a wrapped tattoo, but the idea is wonderful, and very fitting for her.

It's back to work tomorrow. We had eighty-two checkouts Sunday. Translation: laundry piled halfway to the ceiling. I hope it isn't quite as... overwhelming... tomorrow. Ah well. All one can do is what one can do. Preferably while playing one's music as loud as one can. And maybe dancing a little, when no one's looking. And hoping the enormous, industrial washers don't vibrate right through the window because they were not cemented and bolted down properly. Ah, cheapskates. This must be what an earthquake feels like. Just more... rythmic.

Sorry in advance for any typos. It's late. I've been writing for about three hours. My pen ran out of ink, and so I've been writing in pencil. Not sure what I'll do when my pencil is gone. Maybe write in eyeliner?

Hope you all enjoy :)

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This is the first part of a story (not the one I'd mentioned earlier). Hopefully there will be more to come.

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