Yes, this blog suffers from abandonment. If I viewed blogging as a “job” I might write more regularly. But then it would not be the fun that it (mostly!) is.
That doesn’t mean that I would not consider paid work again…
Who’s up for another little guessing game? Nobody? Too bad, you’re going to get one!
Not a spider this time. Mind you, if you’ve been into the funny stuff you might see spiders this colourful! Leave your guesses in the comments and I’ll post the answer on Friday.
We’re doing a little revamping Chez Dinahmow. No major building work, but a concerted effort to tidy some of the muddle. And, believe me, it is a veritable “bugger’s muddle.” Too many things with no proper home. I mean, c’mon, who would collect beautiful art and keep it packed away in boxes! Yes, guilty, as charged.
Until yesterday…
But now my artists books have their very own home.
Display cabinet
Our floor has one or two uneven spots (we know this from the highly technical method of ball-rolling) and the cabinet is at present chocked with some of Sporran’s ripped-up cardboard.
But until we do something a little more permanent…
some of my collection on display
four books from the current round of the BookArtObject exchange
and some from last year’s exchange.
I’ll have to rotate things as this cabinet is nowhere near big enough for everything. And I’ll need to devise slightly more professional mini-plinths than the current plastic kitchenware! But it is lovely to see my treasures.
In case anyone is wondering what has happened to the print that used to hang in this spot… it is in the queue of paintings, prints, photographs waiting to be re-hung. The framing tape on some needs to be replaced and there are new works to be hung.
I was saddened and extremely annoyed the other day when The Man and I pulled up beside a python on the road, just metres from our house. Some bastard had run over it. To judge by the tyre marks it was a deliberate act. But I picked it up and carried across the road, down to the treeline above the mangroves. At least the carrion scavengers could pick at it there without themselves suffering fatal “Dunlops Disease.” *
dead python Morelia spilota
Now, because Dinah doesn’t like to go out on a sad note and because we all need a laugh and, most importantly, Dinah needs a drink…here’s that great comic duo getting up some pretentious noses. Enjoy!
* A term coined by a former Parks Ranger for anything run over on our roads.
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