Inner Doodles

This is loosely based on a dream. It's only come back twice since. Not bad for using an outlet. Perhaps I'll work on part two and make it go away entirely. oil on wood. November 2010

Gouache on canvas board. October 2010 Displayed in the Tata Gala online exhibit.

Pencil on paper. Thanksgiving, 2009

"A Kiss" October, 2010, pen and paper. Showed in the Tata Gala online exhibit in honor of breast cancer awareness. "SEAMONSTERS" December, 2009 oil on wood painted from a photo.

A vibrant purple african violet, Loretta, is sitting on my Nantucket tiled table being beautiful and taking in her new surroundings. A very warm and handsome handmade scarf patterned gold and burgundy, is wrapped neatly around my neck keeping it cozy. A vaquero, cuddly and also very handsome, is likely on his way over to make me laugh and waste time watching Spinal Tap, of which my watching is long overdue. A veeblefetzer is a fantastic word that I found while looking up other words that start with V, the V words were of course for the purpose of describing positive things. A violent urge to send my car careening over a cliff, whether or not I would be in it had yet to be decided, has since subsided as I played my heart out on the acoustic guitar. A vivid picture of the story I'd like to write just became apparent and I shall devote the rest of my evening to painting its picture with words.

I just realized that Inner Doodles rhymes with Snicker Doodles. I suppose it's not a true rhyme, since it's the same word, but it makes me wish I had some eggs to bake with regardless. Well, the play is over and now I find myself focused on writing and painting. Here's my latest. Gouache on canvas paper. December 2009.

As it turns out, my perpetual state of doing too many things can be beneficial. Last night the director of Spoon River Anthology, which I am acting in, went out with a few of the cast members for food and drink. We ended up talking about our various paths and how we got to where we are. Being a bunch of artistic types, there were many struggling sob stories, but the exciting thing was that we had all come together in that one moment and shared something that was important to each of us. The vast amount of inspiration and happiness that is in the world often gets overlooked and when you have the opportunity to realize just how amazing life can be, it's almost always worth the pain and angst it took to get there. In talking with these awesome people, that realization stilled the spinning of my hectic little world, if even for the one moment, and made me really stop and absorb the goodness that's around me. Perhaps we'll never cross paths again when the play is over, but ...

So I think I'll join the technology era. I've been clinging to my dinosaur 35mm camera, my oil paints and fountain pen. But it just might be time to move on. Not entirely, don't worry, my camera will still refuse to collect dust and my hands will still get cramped and turn all sorts of colors from writing and painting with messy media. I'm doing this so that I can not feel quite so old mentally and so I can connect with the people who are important to me. Here are some cool things to check out: www.susanhasler.com www.amywilloughbyburle.com or http://amywilloughbyburle.blogspot.com/ www.hickokphotography.com