Nutty, that was dead on.

Variation on drabble theme: Art Education

The baby nestles her silky head against my shoulder as I sway to “Ripple,” the guitar trilling in my blood, and I hum the tune in the shell of her ear. Ben stares at Schiele’s blowsy redhead in the painting on the dining room wall, and says around a forkful of potatoes, “She’s smiling funny. Maybe because one of her feet isn’t finished.” Later Jake emerges from his darkened room, squinting, the final Lord of the Rings installment in one hand, and mutters, “That was so friggin’ awesome.”

Sometimes, animal sounds, second-grade spelling, and even algebra can wait.

Those are great, Nutty and Amy.

Here's my first drabble-that-doesn't-quite-fit:

Miniature, Part One

It’s not a very good likeness. Oh, the painter knew his art well enough. He captured the color of her eyes and the set of her chin, and resisted the temptation to flatter her with a dainty nose.

Maybe it’s too old—from four years ago, long before he met her, long before adversity and hardship marked her face. It’s not quite his Anna, just the girl destined to become her.

For all that, he wears it as a talisman next to his heart. She asked him to remember her. He’ll never forget.

Man, the art-personals ad drabble is hard (for me), but I really like it as an exercise. As follows:

Know the value of a good nap? Me: pastel on canvas, still attractive at the age of 100-something, looking to share light and loveliness. You: seeking the still, simple peace of a fluffy pillow and a dozing beauty. Age and gender unimportant. Must know that the naked human body is more than a springboard for salacious sentiment. Must also appreciate the wonder of a curved and luminous human body as art in and of itself. Love of 300 thread-count bedding is optional. Contact Cincinnati Art Museum, any day except Monday. Will reply to all serious inquiries.

(Link somewhat not safe for work: Siesta, by Frank Duveneck.)

(siesta image not precisely work-friendly, FTR)

Oh, dear god. ita, thanks. That didn't even register with me, since it's "art."

Small bit of news, before details are firmed up and such.

Looks like Lea and I, in late January, will be doing a handful of readings in Orange County, Los Angeles and San Francisco.

Yay! This time, remind me to find out about getting tickets before hand, okay.

VICTOR!

Do you guys have cat allerhies, or can I feed you?

(thread hijack) And I think I've decided on Brookline Booksmith for an event, and my publicist tells me they want to know when it's set up, so that they can ping some NYC stores about me coming in and signing their stock for them.

Should I poke the Somerville list with a sharp stick, er, formal request>

(returning thread to driveway with full tank)

Yay! This time, remind me to find out about getting tickets before hand, okay.

Hopefully, we won't bereading anywhere you'll NEED tickets, or where the venue will be overrun with movie star groupies.

Do you guys have cat allerhies, or can I feed you?

Lea's got mild allergies, but we can work around. We still need to firm up stuff there, so we don't what's what yet. Will be in touch.

Oh, and yeah, poke the Somervillains. Things are a little crazy all around right now.

I'm so predictable...millions of works of art and I picked the broken woman one. Looking for someone who can get past the physical...although I am a striking Greek lady who’s been living in France for some time. My hobbies include nature and inspiring others(although let’s not even talk about that spelunking phase...what was I thinking?) I’m looking for a man secure enough to know I love him, even if I can’t put my arms around him at night. Love, Venus.