2012 day something or other | do you think they'd know it was mine if I left it

I glanced down the trail I trundled in on and in the distance saw this gray flaccid creature lethargically laying there in the road. oops. I guess I should retrieve it. though it looks so comfortably slothfully sedate in the dancing dappling light trapped and trickled by the trees canopies. I may be loosing it since I find that its just laying there is of such great appeal. to retrieve or simply to lay down in the light by it.

2012 day 17 | life flight me my @$))@ diet coke

in a moment of weakness, I failed to replenish my stash. what was I thinking!? aaagggh besides art making, it's my only true vice.

2012 day 16 | a bit of temp outrigging (I don't want to die or be maimed) and some tubular manifestations begun

siphon that! should evolve quite a bit. I've only just begin tubifying to the current tune of about 200-250 pds so far. hope she holds! always does since I tend to over build.

2012 day 16 | really! life doesnt get much more wonderful than

stitching tubes in the woods in a light rain while balancing tippedy toedy in steel tip boots upon a narrow board strung between two ladders over a tick invest lush undulating green forest floor. gosh I think I am absolutely not going to consider what that says about me. 

2012 day 16 | like Ives Klein, my favorite color is blue

with goo (tanglefoot trap stick goop). oh happy day with my blue bubba keg cup slathered in forest stick to em fly goop! in theory your suppose to mount the blue cup on your hat (no snipe hunting involved) lathered in the goop. it totally works. zzzzzz bump dead silence; one walk to the house and of a collection of about 40 of what appear to br the same species! oh thank you thank you for testing the system ms Thessia! you are oh so worthy!

2012 day 16 | re-engagement to the task of being connected, to being awake

2012 day 15 | a third of a days stitchery cut

a hand held sized unit of tie wire cuts down to about 2 maybe 3 hours of stitchery slivers...or so. I'll cut one more roll tonight. stitching time.

2012 omg day 15 | leveled and temporary outriggers in place (sponsored today by the letter F)

a bit time consuming but table is somewhat level (with the help of Mason) and I added outriggers to my floating forest tabletop so that while I work her udders, she does not flale, flounder, falling forcefully and FLATTENing ME. why is doing what I love exhausting? oh that's right because I am compelled, relative to my frame, to work so freaking large!

ohhh. look at the pretty tick invested lush grasses. I stink. quit thumbing your phone and get to work...7 days. tick tock.

view down from my thrown (oops throne. interesting)

2012 day 13 | oh ponder.

oh formal pondering of shifted space. the wood door elements seem to match the tree trunk girth in scale. hmmmmm too much sameness not enough contrast? oh ponder before I hang several 100 pds of rubber.

2012 day 14 | hey where did my stuff go

naturally. into the woods. almost time for stitch, stitching.

2012 day 14 | forcing the corners up, I begin another day

I expect someday, if I keep remembering to push the corners upward, they will curve that way of their own accord. it seems a job to which only I can be charged. I gather myself for curving and I curve, when I want and when I do not, when my energy wanes and my feet find water meter's recessing into which I step. this practice of upward corner curving, perhaps it is pretend but I hope it is something more. corners will curve. I curve. now I will cut rebar and weld as well and hurry to my stitch, stitching.

2012 day 13 | murdering. yum.

2012 day 12 | float that! waaawhooo

discombobulate table legs and attach;
design rebar tire tube holding table hook in;
disassemble (omg) and transport to site;
lacify tubes;
stitch, siitch;
foot document on forest floor;
show off (July 14);
disassemble and load in my truck;
drive home;
unload;
reload;
transport;
install;
oh daunt me and wear me out you floating forest tabletop composed of domestic thresholds!!!
:D!

2012 day 12 | bum sitting, BIG BUTings, feminine framed fatiguing and torquing

begin to synch into meaningful makings. ummm. though table top frame just swung up with the weight of test clamped on leg...oops. there goes gravity having its way with my work! no harm.

2012 day 13 | oh my BIG BUT, she is problematic no matter that i balance her cheekly on the edge plummeting neither to nor fro

consume line after line of text, scratch pen across slick unlined weighted page, thumb out cyber friendships, submit-update-edit-update, repost after repost of blog entries, tilt digital-capture-do-everything-device and click another world, I only really note on screen, click, upload, join it to some thoughts, post, share, compulsive check for its liking, this may occur while I am upright bipedaling myself along a trail, in the shade, mostly though this all takes place with my bum fully reclined in my cheap multicolored (ouch) portable low slung chair. the chair moves about a bit has having strong locational habits, like its master--floating pond dock as morning burns off, just inside studio with door flung open, in-out in-out in-out again of barn dependent on the depth of heat from the kiss of the sun or the degree to which the sky leaks. I sit. a lot. sun glasses on and off again, once more, as they obscure my screen view simultaneously needed for the intensity of the glowing orb's kiss. crusty, filthy, straw woven, wire shaped, once vomited in, cowboy hat, also on and off again, once more, but more from the tick induced paranoid itch and scalp crawl (one town north of Old Lyme, one town east of HadLyme).

I sit. on again off again and once more.

tick tock my making time syphoning away. mild anxiety. I relax trusting it'll (what ever it is) be there.

between the sittings lay short bursts to exhaustion or over rattled, jiggled and torqued my digits and wrists (the weak links) which come quickly to this female frame of fifty (yes I am currently hung up on my age!!!). I'd work longer, in more time consumptive stretches, however, I've learned there is a crazy and very direct link between female muscle fatigue, rattled and torqued digits and joints (don't smoke that) AND making unsafe decisions, exabberating (made up word) a technical, gravitational or visual problem, and escalating my Eeyore state. such an odd link between body and mind! yet I've adapted to listen to her -- honestly I don't have the heart or time for unsafe, exabberating, Eeyore conditions!

I stop. I recline. I sit. sunglasses on and off, again. hat on and off, again. tick scratch and check. I've conformed to the frame-mind needs, but rebel even still with MY BIG BUTs. but I am wasting time. but I am lazy. but I’ll look lazy, ungrateful. but I won't get it done. but it won't be enough. but I’ll get stuck in a hole. but I might not get up again. but. but. but. tick tock. tick check. but I am wasting a gift. but. but. but. OH MY BIG BUTs are problematic! and I precariously situate, balance, her on the edge of reason--I don't want to be squished, maimed or dead yet, I don't have luxurious time for a do-over based on stupid catastrophic gravity exabberated decisions, my female frame will frailly rebel!

so I attempt to graciously recline my bum and big BUTs in spite of the personal podcasts going off in my head.

even funnier and perhaps baring (wicked grin) perspective is as I sit pondering my big BUTs, the others meander by, or over a meal, go on about my work and production kick assedness. I disclaimer their barings with all my naked BUT-time. honestly, I think my stink and grim lead them to assume that my tic tocks are filled with constant making and my BUTs are not so big. oh if only I could make my frame comply to filling my non eating and prone moments with making!

2012 day 12 | BREAK. totally legit.

sky opened wide a spilled it's guts! just beautiful to watch, smell and hear!

2012 day 12 | awe. I waited. good thing

no way I was strong enough. definitely a two person job. only minor tweaking to the under tabletop joist system in order. thankful all system slides so just a littl sliding and wa-la. then to start on top ends. will put some lateral support at back base of each chair where it strikes ground so it won't tip over sideways will I work the under structure. no squishing kathy, kathy. so a little more in structural safety aspects!!!

2012 day 12 | stalling stalling wait for it wait

back up spotter for under table joist lifting. wait for it. wait. ok. ok. already. fidget. WAIT. really kathy, wait. yes. some mutter to themselves under their breath, I mutter with my thumbs on my blog! mutter.

2012 day 12 | time is seriously clicking by

check. four back of chair hinge/hook sliders operation.

_____. two ladders out.
_____. spare muscles for lifting.
_____. lifting in place.
_____. check stability so I don't get squished.
_____. add stabilizing system of needed.
_____. determine table width.
_____. tablify end corners of floating forest tabletop.
_____. design suspension MODULAR units from which to suspend tubes.
_____. have a jacob dinner + pass out!
OR
_____. lunch break and rest wrists (the current weak link).
_____. alt. based on body abuse. prep a bunch of wire units for tube sewing.
_____. alt. smell the flowers. read a book. rest wrists. got to work more thoughtfully to not abuse the skinny weak links.

2012 day 11 | oh how I lied!

lies
I am not reading
with my feet still kicked up
in my studio door.
I am sweating.
I am prototyping (working).
I've followed the rules
using only scrap to
fabricate extendable
chair hook hinge
for underjoist of
floating forest tabletop
(plus a store bought bolt-
hence morning hardware-bagel run). yay!

i am heroine-ing in my own art making.

and yes I've over dramatized the photo of the sky with a silly little filter app.



truths
the sky rumbles and rolls and leaks.
welder and grinder re-stored away (safety precaution as I don't weld or grind in an enclosed wooden barn with a cedar chip strewn floor).
so tomorrow final four sliders will be welded and slider slot in wood cut.
now I can get back to mindless reading. oh yes. oh yes.

no superhero tights required!