Thursday, March 11, 2010

NOLA Kaleidoscope


Two photoshop images using the same elements. The streetcar named Desire, St. Louis Cathedral, and an alligator. The kaleidoscope also uses the Psychedelic Virgin of Guadalupe as a centerpiece.

Having fun with photoshop! Make images, combine them in different ways. I was an artist long before computers changed our world. When I heard about photoshop, about ten years ago, I knew that I must have it. At first I did not even know that to start, you must open a new file. I was immediately addicted. Taught myself during fascinated hours.

When I do something unpleasant, like paying bills, time is heavy, slow. When I paint or do photoshop or garden or spend time with my peoples time is light and flows.

In my ideal world (I have utopian fantasies) we would only do those things that inspire us.

Silver Creek

The robins are here, I watch them from my back porch. They hop in the yard graceful and jaunty. Kind of like Meg Ryan's walk, in that movie where she faked an orgasm in a restaurant.

Yesterday, I did my woods pruning. I call this gardening. I wear rubber boots. (I want a new pair, with a leopard pattern) Cover my head with kerchief and hat, wear leather gloves. I am still dealing with Katrina debris. Dead branches stuck in a string ball of thorn vines. Fallen trees. All this dead vegetation is now rotted and soft so that I can pull the dead branch mats out with gloves. I kick and stomp other debris where it crumbles to the ground. I prune lots of privit. Mark the fragrant Carolina Allspice with bright metallic ribbons.

I look at the changes. Changes that I and my peoples have done. Changes that Mother Nature has created as bushes turn into trees. With my arty sense I envision how this woods wants to look. I collaborate with Mother Nature to create geometry and kid friendly spaces.

Have a flowing day. Peace, Love and Art, Janet

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Virgin Lucky Dog


Here is the psychedelic Virgin Mary blessing all the wienies in the Lucky Dog cart.

I have been making prints with my new Epson Stylus 14oo printer. They look beautiful! Rich color and wonderful detail. I get excited when I see the digital paintings on paper. Getting ready to start working art markets. Plan to start at Mandeville Trail Head Market soon. Will post dates when I know when I will be there.

Silver Creek

Spring coming! The clearing floor is dotted with sweet purple violets. My doggie, Harpo, flushed an armadillo. What funny critters. They prove that Goddess has a sense of humor. The creeks are high and muddy after the rain. Maybe next week I can start planting. Want to put out the fig and lemon trees that I have been babying in the guest bedroom. Chickies gave four brown and speckled eggs today.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Hell's Aliens Grand Master


An old friend from Los Angeles gave me the complicated web address and pass words to a highly confidential website published by the Congress of Deep Planet Archeology. My friend asked to remain anonymous. When I asked him if I could blog about the material on the web site he hesitated. "Janet, you may blog this, if you feel that you must. But, I must warn you not to expose yourself, there have been murders! It is just too dangerous."

Dear reader, you will soon understand how I was dumbfounded at the bizarre story revealed on the website.

At great risk to myself, I will tell you the implausible facts of the case. It is dangerous to publish this hidden information, but I believe the world should know the truth.

In July of 2008, archeologist exploring a labyrinth of tunnels beneath Los Angeles, discovered a luxurious underground bunker mansion. They found a subterranean structure encompassing 33 opulent rooms with fantastic furnishings.

The mansion had its own electrical system powered by magnetic waves from earths core. The advanced technology was eagarly examined by engineers.

Scientist discovered many mysterious machines. Artifacts inventoried included some of the earliest Harley Davidson motorcycle models. Enigmatic electronic equipment baffled the explorers. Strange machines with unknown configurations of micro technology were studied by a handful of scientists from the electronic and engineering fields. The scientist were skeptical but after careful examination, they had to concluded that these were devices for interstellar communications.

Lying close together in one large, beautiful room, the scientist found 69 unusual skeletons.

Autopsy of the skeletons brought even more unbelievable surprises. The humanoid bones fit into no known anatomical categories. It was whispered that the remains were human/alien hybrids, but none of the scientists wanted to risk their academic credentials by asserting this implausible fact.

The professors only had a few short days to examine the bunker before the ACI (American Control Institute.) heard about the find and sealed the site. The explorers were captured and transported blindfolded to a site more secret than area 54. Most of the archeologist and scientists involved endured painful cranial "treatments" at the hands of the ACI Department of Memory Enhancement. Which is code doublespeak for a team of vicious memory erasure experts.

Gilbert Ford, PhD, eluded the ACI captors. Then, he escaped by sailing with his wife and children to Belize. From a secluded villa he was able to contact other members of the Congress for Deep Planet Archeology, and publish his findings and photographs to the top secret website.

Dr. Ford's extensive research lead him to courageously propose a theory about the case. He believes that circa 1948 the bunker was home to a highly unusual motorcycle gang. The members of this club were human/alien hybrids.

Beings from a distant, as yet undiscovered galaxy crashed their ship in Death Valley about 1922. Unable to return to their home planet they resigned themselves to life on earth. Traveling by night they made their way to Los Angeles. They called themselves Hell's Aliens.

Earth women were recruited into the club where they were treated like Goddess Queens. Just as all earth women should be treated.

Unions between the aliens and human women produced a small race of extremely intelligent and superbly athletic beings. They built their bunker mansion and lived covert lives of creativity and joy.

They were able to mingle in the world, disguised with motorcycle helmets. They founded Harley Davidson, invented and developed motorcycles. Hell's Aliens could ride like the wind.

The ET's saw the stupidity, the confusion of humans. They empathized with the suffering of life on earth. They saw great potential for the human race. They began to instigate reforms. The Hell's Aliens discovered gentle, meditative, mind enhancing techniques. They meditated as a group and sent positive love vibrations to the whole human race. IMAGINE was the name given to the meditation project. These vibrations helped humans improve emotional intelligence, decision making skills, and interpersonal skills.

They were on the brink of wonderful evolutionary changes. They would help humans create paradise on earth. The potential was there, it just needed a little, psychic nudging. AND... more time.

The Hell's Aliens maintained their anonymity for several decades before being discovered by the ACI.

In the few years that operation IMAGINE was performed astonishing changes occurred. Small groups and individual humans benefitted from their interventions and took evolutionary psychological jumps. A lucky few people absorbed the vibrations and began to fulfill the utopian potential that Goddess intends for her humans.

Sadly, the peaceful Hell's Aliens were gassed in their beautiful bunker mansion. The hybrids were stalked by the ACI. Poisoned gas was released, contaminating the dwelling for thirty years. They were killed by ignorance and prejudice. (A typical occurrence on earth.) They were destroyed by human fear.

I was able to download this fantastic portrait of the Hell's Aliens Grand Master before my computer began to crash. The image degraded to a certain extent but I restored it with photoshop.

Dear reader, I understand your difficulty in comprehending this implausible incident. I, too, could not believe what I read. Then a strange peace came over me and all the puzzle pieces fit in place. I knew that this was not just another alien hoax. I knew the full truth.

Please let me know how this effects you and what you think. If you have any information about Hell's Aliens or the subterranean Los Angeles bunker mansion, please share your information.

We need to investigate this occurrence. The future of the human race depends on it.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Aunt Moonbeam and Unkle Apple Skelly

Unkle Saxie Skelly

Drummer Riff Raff Skelly Kat



Skelly Kat Series
Now for something different.

I created the three pieces in the Skelly Kat Series in 2006. This was my response to that bitch Katrina. The skeleton characters are a metaphor for the rebirth of New Orleans. A movement that has gained momentum this year of 2010. Bless you boys!! Who Dat?

Gotta love New Orleans. Unique in all the world.

The pictures started first as pencil and then water color sketches on paper. I developed the concept and then worked them in Photoshop.

The Skelly Kats are a large boisterous prototypical New Orleans musical family. A bit like the Marsalis family with the respected patriarch Ellis Marsalis. Like the Neville family. Wow!!

Skelly Kats grow up in a home filled with musical instruments. It looks like a up side down music store. This is a shining place where the family spontaneously breaks out in song, standing around the kitchen, singing in harmony. Memaw's overloaded shrimp gumbo simmers on the stove. Papaw is jiggling a cranky baby.

The Skelly home is a cacophonic catastrophe, jumbled with rusty tricycles, scratching dogs, keyboards and guitars stacked on the coffee table, dirty laundry draped over the drum kit, fluorescent Mardi Gras beads in a Pat O'brien's hurricane glass, roach spray, Jerry Springer blasting from the television, loud friends raiding the fridge, blessed unwed mothers, drunk uncles, someone's ex who will not go away, stray neighborhood kids who sleep on the couch, stylish transvestites struttin' about in size fifteen red patent leather high heel boots, ol' broke down cats, three phones all ringing at once, bill collectors, run away teens who sleep in the backyard junk car, the priest wolfing down gumbo, feuding Aunt Moonbeam, stinky diapers, yard eggs and fresh juicy tomatoes from the country, crumpled comic books, and unidentified crusty objects under the bed.

The Skelly Kats family, these colorful musical skeletons, defy death and destruction and bring back New Orleans, one song at a time.


SILVER CREEK

I love it best when my family gets together at Silver Creek and makes music. The band is set up in the breeze way. Derek singing and playing guitar. Ben drumming. The little children get their turn with instruments and microphone. How fun! The best! Ryliegh, three years old grandniece, showing her dance moves (How did she learn that so young?.) Katie and Sydnie struttin' their stuff, singing and dancing. Thank you Goddess, for these peak experiences.

Queen of St. Lou


Here is Mary in her Queen of Heaven ensemble, visiting St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans.

Silver Creek Notes

There was frost again this morning. I can tell you that we southern wimps are totally fed up with the cold. The sun is out now and it is turning into a pretty day. In the early afternoon I will go into the woods and do my pruning and clearing. I will work on my "Natural Meditation Walk Garden", that name might be a bit pretentious for the scraggly woods that I "sculpt" with pruners. It is a long term project requiring patience. I do so enjoy it. And I do see results. And, for my pleasure, the place does get compliments. I also get friendly ridicule from my family because the work is so slow. They can not believe that I want to examine every little plant. Last fall there was a beautiful growth of oyster mushrooms on a dead oak. They were delicious. Next time they crop I will make a yard egg oyster mushroom omelet.

I collected four eggs today. The chickens feeder was empty. When I filled it, the chickens acted like they were starving to death and put a guilt trip on me.

The huckleberries are blooming. When the berries come out I hope to get some before the birds eat all of the berries. There are more blooms since we cleared the canopy around the bushes and let in sun. I will make huckleberry muffins and say triumphantly, to my critics, "A bulldozer clearing would have destroyed these berries!"

I wish that you will find some joy today.

Peace, Love, Art and Nature, Janet