Monthly Archives: November 2005

Had another of my tangled dreams last night, which involved multiple complicated plot lines about being an undead queen, either revenant or reincarnated or possibly both, leadin’ the troops in battle against…something or other…underwater. I actually recall paying attention to my breathing as I went into the water, thinking “Okay, I’m panting now, but I’m […]

I dreamed that I was in a large house, and some kind of multidimensional alien monster lived in the walls. It started out creepy–it would leave these claws marks and handprints in the walls, and it kept talking to my mother from inside the walls, tring to convince her it was a small child trapped […]

The leaves are starting to turn. They’re still green, most of ’em. But around the edges, the other colors are starting to sneak in, a quick pass with the airbrush when nobody’s looking, a little deep burgandy around the apples, hints of yellow and pink among the maples. Every now and then, somebody’s planted a […]

Candle Hat In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness, Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather from painting The Blinding of Sampson. But in this one Goya stands well back from […]