I Rarely Work

I rarely work in the studio in the evening but last night, I took advantage of the quiet and lack of demands. I penciled a beginning for a new piece of work. I'm doing a painting of prayer flags again. I am always fascinated by them stretched across a mountain site and laying in heaps below those that are still flying.  Perhaps because they represent prayers and dreams of the people who hang them. They begin as bright pieces of clothe and fade in the sunlight, wind, rain and snow until they finally fall to the ground. People hang new prayers in their place.

They are silent prayers. Some times they are hung by a congregation of folks, other times they are hung by a single person in memory of a loved one or simply to honor the unknowable. Prayer the way it should be, silent and unending celebration and thankfulness.

I digress, the painting of prayer flags is prayer in itself, although I have nothing in mind aside from color and movement.

I did a project in a studio art class that took an entire semester to complete. (Yes, we were required to take classes in the arts and humanities to earn a business degree.) The project was made up of twelve 30 by 40 sheets of archival museum boards. I fastened them together temporarily then drew giant prayer flags across the entire surface. I crushed and pushed soft pastels into the cotton fibers, filling the panels with blends of color in hues that you would find in a painting by Monet. The panels were framed individually in thin steel frames and hung six inches apart. The entire pieces was over 10 feet tall and 12 feet wide. I showed the pastel in the university gallery. It was labeled “Not for sale”. I sold it. It hangs in a corporate lobby in New York.  The money that I raised went to a temple in Bhutan to be used to feed and house the very poor.

Singing

I heard this song earlier today on Pandora while working in my studio. I sat down to listen because the lyrics moved me. The man singing it could not have had a more perfect voice for the words.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ft5jMNj0WA&feature=player_embedded

LET ME

Make me your fire A ring of bliss to clear Each solitary sigh and fear Let me be your touch That I may heal Let me be your breath For all to breathe Let me be your sun and rise Tenderly caress the sky Make me your truth And from that brilliant light A thousand wings in flight Illuminate the night Make me your fire A ring of bliss to clear Each solitary sigh and fear Let me be your peace Let me be your faith Let me be your love

I am still in my studio. Master went to Reggie's new digs for the day. They are going shopping for home furnishings. Reggie left everything behind in the UK. I am going to stop for dinner then work until I get tired.

Shave and a Hair Cut

Master left shortly after breakfast with no explanation than, "I'll be back in an hour or so". He returned with his head shaved and his beard removed. He said that when he looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the reflection. He's been a "Skin" for so long that it id how he identifies himself. He read on the internet that a doctor in Europe developed a crème that removes tattoos by invading inked cells to destroy them and keep the ink from staining knew cells. He's looking for more information to help him rid himself of a few tattoos that were meaningful at the time he got them but regrets getting them.

I am beginning to understand why he is reluctant to let me get tattoos and other body modifications.

He is changing other things about himself like working out differently. He's dropping muscle mass and becoming more lean and sinewy. I am really happy that he has started running with me. It feels good to see him work his heart more.

We haven't played since we got home. I got into some nasty stuff with Ray that needs to rest and heal before going at it again. Don't worry, he uses my mouth and ass as much as ever. You know, Ray fucked me and it felt good but nothing feels as good as having my Husband and Master inside of me. It feels like everything else is just sex. With Master, it feels like love.

Here's another hit from Toni Childs. I've been listening to her music in the studio lately.

I Want to Walk With You  This video doesn't have all the women stuff in it. I found that almost everything she said in YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL can easily pertain to any and everyone. Sometimes we lose our sense of self-worth and inner beauty as we spend so much of our energy on other people. For me, I grew up without a deep sense of love. I never expected to know what it feels like because I didn't know it existed. I was living my life in what I would call emotional neutral. Nothing really mattered except having to protect myself. I feel like I am a lotus in the process of unfolding it's petals.

I have set up my big loom with instruction from my friend Ellen. I've spun all the roving from my Alpaca and want to weave some throws with the yarn. It's getting near sheering time so I thought I would use what I have on hand before bringing in more. Other than that, I am working on smaller detailed work at my drawing table.