Sunday, January 31, 2010

Fireflies






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This girl came to me in a dream this morning.



It is odd to see her still extant.







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Odd and lovely.










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Dog walked and washed.     Check.
House cleaned.                   Check.
Zebras painted.                  Check.
Japanese skirt pattern.         Check.
Lunch made and eaten.       Check.
Fish washed and fed.           Check.


Time to figger out what to make for dinner.


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Or make a drink and do more art....




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Namaste.




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13 Comments:

Blogger 21k said...

Fish washed and fed.

hahahahaha

and that astounding firefly art piece.

just wow.

5:08 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

When I click on your art to see the enlargement I always catch my breath. Or rather my breath leaves me suddenly and rather violently. There are few artists whose work affects me so strongly. Diane Arbus. Sally Mann. Kiki Smith. Kandinsky. Scott Odom.

Your work and the work of the above artists always gets to me because it's like the artist is seeing into my head which is what the best art is supposed to do. I am entirely grateful that your work graces my book and I'm even more grateful that I found you before you are were are get famous. I can say HEY LOOK AT MY BOOK and then I can twirl a little bit and act all smug.

Also I'm making roasted beets with olive oil drizzled over and gorgonzola, and spaghetti with mizithra cheese mixed with ricotta with browned butter poured over.

xox

5:18 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

if we are allowed a vote, I vote for more art!

3:21 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Deirdre-

Washing them is easy, it's drying them off afterwards...


So glad you came by.


yrs-


tearful

6:22 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Rebecca-


!!!!!!


I'm trying to decide which font to use when I get this comment tattooed on my back in three inch high letters.


You. I don't know what to say, but I'll say thank you.

Thank you!



Is there anything better than beets?


No.


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tearful

6:24 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Melissa-

OF course you can vote! And I'll write it down right here. Melissa votes for:

X More Art!

Less Art!


Duly noted and archived.


I'm with you, girl. MORE ART MORE ART!


thanks-


tearful

6:26 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

More art. And there never can be enough fireflies!

7:51 AM  
Blogger T. Clear said...

X more art.

X more beets.

8:51 AM  
Blogger Maggie May said...

this evokes in me a whole world. a world of secrets. of children who are magical and know it, but bound to the adult world. of darkness filled with the light we insist on. of beautiful so deep and dark it hurts.

this is fantastic.

can i buy it?

8:27 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Maggie-

I'm thrilled this piece moved you so. You can't buy it, but you can have it. Send me an email to tearfuldishwasher (at) gmail.com with your addy and I will send you a print.

I love to send the work out into the world and I'm happy for you to have it.


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tearful

6:39 AM  
Blogger Claire Beynon said...

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8:08 AM  
Blogger Claire Beynon said...

Dear Tearful Dishwasher

Once upon a time - not all that long ago - at one of those 'pivotal' times in my life, I visited a river in Africa. I was with a dear friend, a soul sister. We both needed the river - to be afloat in it, carried by it, near it. We drank in its water and clear, healing energy for three days and nights.

On the third night, the black mountains that flanked the river like curious custodians came alive with flocks (not swarms) of fireflies. We had never seen anything like it before - and haven't since. For what might have been an hour or so (it was a timeless time in the way such times are) we watched them delighting in the moonless night. It was as though they were saying something we needed to bear witness to.

I have never forgotten its magic.

Thank you, Tearful, for transporting me back there today.


PS. I was told later that what we had seen was a mating frenzy. Apparently fireflies mate en masse like this. What a glorious thought!

PPS. You will know the children's book 'Sam and the Firefly?' Still a heart-stopper for me.

Sending light thoughts your way.

8:09 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Claire-

What a beautiful memory. Thank you for sharing it with me. I think one of the things that this fireflies piece does, for me at least, is sort of illuminate the fact that there is such strange magic in the world as it is. You don't need to look elsewhere for it.

It's all around us.


I'm really glad you came by and shared this with us.


yrs-

tearful

5:20 AM  

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