Yesterday, against my better judgment, I decided to drive the moribund car to Royal Oak, to stock up on random art supplies at Utrecht. Craig's list has yet to yield a car prospect that I trust enough to actually follow up on (ohhhhh, good, good~~"Likes a lot of oil." Ohhh. CASH ONLY. Hmmm. Or: 6-CD changer!!...mileage not mentioned. Eh.), though I had pinpointed this week for follow-ups. So, with a certain amount of impatience/defiance, I settled on Utrecht yesterday. I recognize that it was mainly a cupboard trip: recently, I was shocked to learn that the last good local art supply store closed, so now there would be nowhere outside of a Michael's for any emergency replenishments! Yes, I have heard about the internet. But shipping costs! And wait times! Ugh. Just as I always keep backups of olive oil, soy milk, garlic, etc., it now behooves me to look forward re: turpenoid and sketching pencils...
So off I went, with just enough time to avoid rush hour traffic...and so it was that the highway became a parking lot, or worse, because we all shuffled along, resentfully lurching forward; some periodically jutting their cars out to the right, after deluding themselves that it was only the immediate truck in front of them assholing it up and keeping them from speeding along, unfettered. Noooooo, Deluded Ones: we are all stuck. foiled, thwarted, our days hijacked. But mostly stuck, and stewing, to various degrees. And also: not mashed and crimped between layers of seared sheet metal, totally finished, or at the beginning of one very long road, indeed. But still: Five Miles in a Hour. For me, I managed to not get pissed off, though it did frequently feel that my "5% brakes" were delivering their last bit of friction and that, under protest. It was a good time to revisit Beck's Guero CD, which still holds up as one of his strongest, for me; and to play "Emergency Exit"* at least ten times in a row.
*I know, right? But I didn't even know the title until I was looking it up this morning. And apparently, I was like a football field off on a lot of the lyrics. Oh, "my sign" and not "my son"? A "roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain"? ...Yeah, no, I never would have come to that on my own. But these parts I got and love -- and their inclusion caused most of the replays:
"Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate..."
"Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Eventually got there, shortly before rush hour would begin to set in. Which actually wound up being a nice excuse to lure Ginger out for drinks/dinner**, as he works in that end of town (kinda). He even suggested a nice bookstore to while away more of my time before meeting up. Instead the cupboard filling impulse went into overdrive and I felt compelled to test out tons and tons of broad-tipped markers. "These are a bit fumey, but the ink flows really nicely," the staff guy said, referring to the Chartpak display. I waved away the fumey remark, as if I somehow had a tolerance, or didn't care about the brain-killing chemicals. I got a little light headed after awhile, but you know: pretty colors. It would clearly be good for me to have lots and lots of these. Though I didn't have a project in mind, or a color spectrum to focus on. Silly coveter.
But! Art hoarding justified! Circle of Art is fast approaching and I have yet to donate anything. I figured I'd color a "Not His Own Cake..." print, to differentiate it from the edition.
Before yesterday's trip, I was happy with this:
But during a commercial last night, this idea suddenly seemed much better!
What do you think? In today's light, the green background still holds more appeal for me. One version will go to Circle of Art, the other to a friend who was ultra helpful and supportive during the final leg of my job-hunting. If these also appeal to her. Woohoo!
Well, so much more to do and to blow off, before the day is through. Happy Friday, Everyone!
**Also at his suggestion, we went to One-Eyed Betty's, in Ferndale. I totally recommend it! Good atmosphere, strong beer selection (daunting, if you go by the menu, though they were out of a number of brews listed -- howEVER,I was indecisive and our waitress suggested three beers, based on my leanings, ALL of which I liked. Most surprising: Schneider Weiss Aventinus, surprisingly fruity, but not cloying), and solid bar food-with-a-twist. My burger was cooked to specification, the bun was actually flavorful and the aoili was lovely. I was too full to try their maple-bacon doughnuts, which are made in-house.