i spent so much time walking around in the woodsly goodness yesterday
i didn't cook a damned thing!!
i was on a mission, guys.
out scavenging conifer burls, root balls, and effed-up looking branches,
while crabtree tried to eat all of them as fast as i could collect them.
me and my dog, struggling, straggling, searching and searching for fresh finds
among and within the hillside trees of this pretty elite secret neighborhood.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress doesn't really connect to any other streets.
it's on a dead end,
and that's (hopefully) NOT a metaphor,
but it's a free standing offshoot of the normal byways and backroads,
and as such,
it stands apart.
oh, well, i mean,
if you go creepin' through some yards and trails,
you'll hit roads eventually;
but it's got the same challenge that i face surrounding it-
it's in the desirable designated demographic,
but it lacks convenient accessibility.
my home is a parallel to my person....
fringe elements of new hottness,
just far away enough from the transverse traffic that might call attention to it
to be a refuge from everywhere else,
but jussssssst close enough that with a little effort,
there's community and cooperation waiting on the outskirts.
i spent some time trekking,
and some more time collecting,
when i couldn't stand the sun burning my body to cinders any longer?
i walked home and started making something.
check the folk-art-battle-beasts-type teleport:
.......and they don't even look like this anymore!
they're more like this:
a lot of minutes went into the staining, painting, arranging, and
ornamenting of these inaction figures...
i do have to admit:
it's harder than i thought it'd be to make coarse and rustic creations.
i keep moving things around, and adjusting the broken bits
until they start to get just a little too smooth.
i'm not braggin',
i guess i always want to add MORE,
until it stops being primitive,
and just becomes fancy garbage.
too much is the right amount,
but maybe what i need to focus on is too much sh!ttiness,
and a little less effed-up unnecessary accessorizing?
we'll see what happens, if i get five minutes to do something besides tattoo today.
i've got a full schedule of hard styles and tough calls,
and as much as i CAN fit in, i'm GONNA fit in.
if that means my boxy beastboards lay headless for a little longer,
i didn't even cook anything yesterday,
so they've already received ample attention from me.
leftover wood stain;
pegs and nails;
and time, which is the only thing i spent yesterday.
i s'pose it's good, once in a while,
to just get up and get going on something.
i should've maybe mowed the lawn?
the grass will still be long today and tomorrow, too,
whereas inspiration strikes when you least expect it,
and it seems wasteful to squander it.
today is a new day,
and we'll see how it moves;
never quiet, never soft.....