6 posts tagged “artist”
8 a.m. this morning, the doorbell rings. I thought maybe it was my brother because he's an early bird like that. No such luck. It was a police officer here to question my son about graffiti.
He has been lectured so many times about not damaging other people's property and keeping it on paper. He's been punished over and over, but I just can't get through to him. He thinks he's getting "rep". Well, come on, we live in Maine for Pete's sake. There is no rep to get in Maine. Besides punishing him, I've also bought him some trucker hats to paint on so he can start his own business. He's been working on his own Cafe Press store too.
That will have to wait though. He's going to get a summons for his graffiti. He was summonsed last month for the same thing.
Side Note: Did you know that when teenagers under 18 get in trouble (at least in Maine), they don't get arrested? They're just handed a piece of paper with a court date on it and then a couple weeks later the juvenile corrections worker calls and sets up an appointment to figure out what to do: Pay a fine, pay restitution, or do community service. If it isn't too serious, they don't even have to go to the court date before the judge. What is this teaching anyone? I want my son booked, damn it. I want them to take his fingerprints, get a mug shot of him, and throw him behind bars for a day or two. Now THAT would teach him a lesson.
I've been volunteering with him at a local food pantry as he works off his community service. I'm happy he is being of service to someone, but it isn't teaching him a damn thing, obviously. He couldn't even work an hour without complaining.
I don't want this to reflect poorly on my family either. We're not like that. Heck, we don't even speed, let alone break the law. I am so angry that he thinks it's okay to deface property.
It's so sad. He is really a talented artist, but he's just throwing his life away right now. Hopefully something will happen soon
Sometimes I don't like being a parent.
Suncatcher Eyes have a new home on the web. Come visit us at www.suncatchereyes.com to see our selection of handpainted acrylic safety eyes and crochet patterns.
If you need a pick-me-up or just want to look at pretty colors, head over to Dale Chihuly's website. He is an artisan glass blower. Better yet, watch some of the videos on his website. I caught the one in Venice on PBS a while ago.
I'm also looking for doll and toy artists who would like to use them in their products. Any ideas? Anyone?
I got tagged by Grey Goat, so here are 10 things about me:
1. I love irony.
2. I collect Blythe and Pullip dolls.
3. I am addicted to yarn. Seriously. I have to buy a few skeins every time we go to the store, even if I have no plans for it. Especially if it's soft or fuzzy.
4. My dogs are "doodles". Trixie doodle and Ollie doodle. Don't know why I call them that.
5. My dad is 90 years old and has leukemia. I'm scared I don't have much time left with him. He's very practical and likes talking about his final plans, like where the will is, the funeral arrangements, etc.6. I started drawing and painting again after way too many years. My great-grandmother was a painter. She would paint the ships coming into the harbor on slices of birch with the bark still on them and sell the paintings in a little shop. Most of her paintings are long gone. My father only has a few of them. I'd like to find as many as I can and get them back in the family.
7. I used to draw cartoons, but I could only draw the figures sideways :P These are some quick sketches to show you my two main characters, Dudley and Mr. Livingstone. I started drawing them in high school.
8. I could spend hours in the stationery aisle in a store, just looking at all the pens, pencils, and notebooks. An empty notebook is like gold to me. Why? I have no idea.
9. When my best friend and I were about 6 or 7, we found a block of salt lick in the woods. We thought it was "natural" salt and spent all summer breaking hunks off it to lick like popsicles. The end of that summer, our friend from the farm next door told us what it really was.
10. I was an incredibly shy kid. In fact, I was afraid to speak up for myself until just a few years ago (and I'm 41 now). Now it feels good to say what I want to say!
