What am I looking at…?

The green one a couple days ago broke my brain.

WIPjenni There is unrest in the forest.

There is unrest in the forest. Twitter version


Ask a simple question and get a War & Peace-esque twitter DM in response. (The simple answer is that I am producing a series of artworks entitled #100daysofmoreofthesame.) But let’s make this interaction more interesting. Write up a gallery label for this puppy and impress us all with your observational skills, intuitive insights and descriptive prowess.

CLUES:

  • Nature
  • Destruction
  • Greed
  • Common household item that is proving itself far more durable than my constitution to see it several times a day, every day, for another five years because I was raised to not be wasteful and if an object is still fully functional it shouldn’t be replaced.

TAKE A GUESS!

WIPjenni There is unrest in the forest.

There is unrest in the forest. Instagram version

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BREAKING NEWS: Myopia Epidemic – Glasses Don’t Help!

Funky Eggs, Facebook; Fractious, Fanatical Fallacies and a Follow Friday Flop: My Week in Review!

No, that’s really pretty much the whole week other than household chores and repairs. I did a #FlashbackFriday of the first artwork I made using Photoshop, visited Facebook long enough (too long!) to argue that freedom of speech applies to everyone in the USA (not just ignorant bigots); made the statement that “If you stand with Trump you’ll fall for anything“, also made the statement (again) that I’m not “condescending” just because someone doesn’t understand me (it’s reeeeeaaalllly obvious when I’m actually being condescending); then I wrapped things up by gaining a whopping 11 Instagram followers (my goal was 60) – one of which is a real person.

Funky Eggs 2002

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#wheresthetylenol

[Apologies in advance for mildly obscured profanity. The rest of the world may not care, but I do have some decorum. Nevertheless, if the word fits, I have to use it. :) )

More than just an opportunity to share a micro video and reference one of my favorite Christmas traditions, this is a super-important test to see just how responsive the responsive theme and responsive embedder actually are. If it doesn’t work, you may never know, ’cause I’ll be snatching it down faster than a Carolina wren snatches a June bug in mid-flight.

Of course, this is the internet, and what happens on the internet tends to stay on the internet, regardless of any pro-active snatching. I suppose I’d better throw out a quick description of the video in precautionary preperation for any staying.

I adore videos – from the original black & white silent films of 100+ years ago to fractions-of-moments long abstract art pieces from 73 seconds ago. Sensory combos are a hoot (I also adore words and phrases from all eras,) and sound & vision are quite the pair! Since my epiphany/revelation/derp moment that I’d be much happier getting on with my things and largely giving less f**ks (How many fewer f**ks can I give? None. none fewer f**ks.) about what anyone else is up to, I’ve been much more experimental with free apps and those godawful/godsend Photoshop filters that can be quite fun once you realize that you’ve been overestimating just about ev-er-y-thing.

So. There’s a shed-load of unspent creativity in my house. There’s also a butt-ton of up-tight intensity. Additionally, there’s a heckofabunch of misguided repression. So. Like the tss-t-tss-tss of an Oster pressure cooker, it serves no purpose unless there are tasty vittles inside, and if the steam doesn’t sputter out, the whole kit and kaboodle’s gonna blow. Kerplow!

SOLUTION: Tss-t-tss-tss all over the place! My Man’s finally working on a new project and I’m working on giving none, none fewer f**ks. Which can be conveniently veiled (or brazenly exposed) by the gossamer threads of expression. Oooh.

The following is a teeny, tiny snippet of what was going on in my mind and what was streaming into my ears for about six hours. Please, sit back and savor just a few, sweet seconds of responsiveness testing. Err, I mean “art”. Yes, that’s definitely what I mean. ;)

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