No Bad News

Patty Griffin again... a little snippet of her NO BAD NEWS lyrics

Don't bring me bad news, no bad news
I don't need none of your bad news today
You're a sad little boy, anyone can see it
You're just a sad little boy, that's why you're carrying on that way

Why don't you burn it all down
burn your own house down, burn your own house down
Try to cure your own disease
And leave the rest of us, there's a lot of us, leave the rest of us
Who want to live in peace, to live in peace

Patty is golden. Rocking testosterone and feminine lace. Hinting timidly with an aggressive voice. Art is in the words too. Woven stories worn in so many ways.

sigh

Acquisition Futures

Make way for another favorite. Why in the world does anyone buy personal jewelry at cookie cutter stores when there's authentic, original beauties like these? Why?

"Oded & Ilan" handcraft these beauties. Now, in my books, Oded & Ilan's "ArtisanImpact" is an Etsy success story. I normally choose to herald the undersung on Gallerie Suze. But credit is due especially for those whose craft has credence. Besides, you'll find no other mere mortals within your sphere, wearing these originals. Isn't being bold worth the investment - especially when you're audacious enough to show everyone else up!

This first ring is an exquisite band, called "Springtime", that can only be found at Etsy store, "ArtisanImpact". This sterling silver is, as artisan says, "integrated 9K yellow gold ring inlaid 2 lab grown opals". I can just see it's chic on a long and slender finger.

My fav is the second ring called, "What Makes You Smile". Artistic interpretation with this sterling silver ring (embellished with garnet, citrine and blue topaz) is done in confidently, feminine sophistication. Oooh, how good it would look on my hand... Good thing it's only a digital image on this blog cause you'd see drool on it. Pardon me while I slurp.

"Zero Hour"
Zero Hour, the last ring pictured, is described as "sterling silver combined with 9K yellow gold" and "unisex". I say it screams, "my beloved!!!". What a perfect wedding band this could be. The sculptural quality of this piece is so beautiful and the patina so soft. Placing it on your lover's wedding ring finger sends a clear message. Eternal devotion as represented by an unending circle of love, like a constant "hug" for your irreplaceable lover. This exclusive piece is somewhat similar to other blended Artisan bands so if you snoozed on it, they can create your own masterpiece. Doesn't your honey deserve a fertile reminder on the finger that supposedly leads straight to his heart?

ArtisanImpact currently has 153 other items on Etsy. Prolific work that you must see for yourself. And if that's not enough, they have more links available on their shop announcement. Now, my experience with Ety's artists has only been - well, in a word, "fantastic". In fact, when I've had requests, I've been accommodated like royalty. I dare say that's worth ditching lines and surly salespeople for. Need I say more?

Guilty

Bonnie Raitt - Blues Guitarist and Singer
by suzanne jacobs-fabian copyright 2008

Guilty. Most of the time I do feel guilty. It's all in my head, of course. As Bonnie would croon, "I'm guilty, yeah, I'm guilty for the rest of myyyy yy liiiii iiife. How come I never doooo, what I'm s'posed to do? Nothin' I try to do ever turns out right..." Okay so, it's not true in my case but here's the joke. It's bad enough that my husband once told me that I'm so so easily guilted that I must have been born Catholic. (which I wasn't until I converted when we married)

Now I found out that it's the brain's fault. The human response center for guilt is located in the anterior part of the frontal lobe. It generates concrete chemical responses to emotional triggers. Mine must just be bigger than most people's. But then most of what's mine is... It can be a burden at times but I'll tell you a secret. It keeps me honest. I take comfort in knowing that I'm not alone too. Have you ever heard a siren and instinctively checked your speedometer? Thought so.

Bonnie, may you live forever and a day. You sings my thoughts for me. Clear as a "blues" belle.

Some sound and not-so-sound thoughts from a deaf girl. Pun intended. insert grin here

p.s. Happy Birthday, Teeny Lou. You're the best a girl could ever ask for. Honest.

Back to the front of the line

Regal Rooster sjacobsfabian 2008


Back to the front of the 2009 line. Inspiration for this entry? My friend, Mary. I'm lucky to call her that. You should see her grin. Almost literally from ear to ear. Anyway, she sent me a link for a wonderful drawing video of a woman from the inside out, if you can imagine that. Inside out? Fascinating technique in new venue. Videos and line drawings. Not sure if Mary knew how much I love "line". Can't get enough of it. It doesn't earn me much money but it's what I love to create. Thanks, Mary, for the outstanding link.

Haiku for Mer
mary sent a pic
that impressed me to no end
line drawings, my schtick
sjacobsfabian copyright 2009

'09 Teflon and Donuts

Primary Man by sjacobsfabian

'Ello out there. Clickety, clacking in January 2009 begins. 2009... Wonder how long it'll take to remember to write 2009 on checks instead of 2008. I also wonder how long the resolutions can withstand my weaknesses. Are good intentions good enough?

The to-do lists linger on - not wiped clean just cause the year began anew. Who can I see about that? Strings of Christmas lights push my procrastination button. I think that button's stuck. Like coppers on daily donut duty. Like seat belts that peek out of parked car doors. Like food stuck on the bottom of a pan, no longer Teflon-ized. That piece of garbage too ugly to clean before putting in a new bag... Like a too-short playlist set to "loop". I should start a pool on how long before I actually corral each and every last pine needle. Any guesses?

In spite of the lists, this year should prove to be a good one. How could it not? Obama's about to "trim" the Bush(s). And I don't even have to figure out which level of gray the unvirginal, dirty snow is. There's not much of it left. The extension cord in the driveway is visible now that it's naked - its snow coat melted away. That's good because the snow blower already ate a cord this year... wicked appetite, it has.

And I already sold a painting! I'll miss him dearly. Primary Man has made me happy. Buuut someone has purchased him and for that I'm flattered. I wonder if most artists have a hard time parting with their pieces... hmmm. Here's to writing the checks correctly, getting the work done, reigning in my excesses, checking my lists. And here's to the wall that will support my canvas. Bon Voyage, PM. See him waving? Sighing in shades of '09 gray. May it turn its grand, technicolor head. For everyone.

Well, off to suck needles.