Peacock Himalayan


New pen, the Peacock Himalayan with an
Ultra Flex nib, from Fountain Pen Revolution.

I inked it up with Robert Oster Blue Sea ink, but when I went to sketch the beautiful pen,
I used both Robert Oster Torquay ink and Blue sea to capture the colors.


RO’s bottle is a bit squatty body from the real size…
A note about Robert Oster’s plastic bottles:
Made from recycled plastic, in an effort to clean up the environment.
Yay!


Okay, nice quote… and yet I am thinking that he is writing
from the position of a privileged white New Englander…
I don’t think you can just do this when serious trouble is walking in your door….

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SoCS: Blue

I  journal and do morning stream of consciousness exercises, and
I’m again participating in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday
I write to a timer, 15-20 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!
You can do it too!
“The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “blue.” Write about the first thing blue object that you see when you sit down to write this post.”


Better late than never!
My new blue FPR Himalayan with the ultraflex nib was on my calendar…
This pen causes such controversy.
Peeps either love it or hate it — but the thing that annoys me
is that when they say it doesn’t work I ask them if they contacted Kevin
or asked what they can do and I hear , “NO.”
I’ve learned how to heat-set certatain pens…
not all — you can ruin some of you do that.
I’ve learned about pens from this ultraflex…
not a beginner’s pen, lovely writing, still not as pricey as gold nibbed flex pens
(which I can’t afford frankly) but makes lovely lettering —
the line widths are easy to make fat or thin…

Of course, you have to have great handwriting to begin with!

For the rules, go to Linda’s blog;  feel free to join the fun!

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Red Himalayan from Fountain Pen Revolution

Kevin from Fountain Pen Revolution fixed my
red Himalayan with the Ultra Flex nib!**
Yay!  I love this pen!

Above, showing the pencils that went into the sketch to give the color
when I finally applied ink with a wet brush.


I filled it with Papier Plume House of the Rising Sun ink from New Orleans.
A beautiful ink, well suited to this pen!
(Plus the bottles are so beautiful with their drippy waxed tops.)


Don’t fault the ink or pen for the skipping…
I was running out of ink and didn’t know it!

**So a small rant here…
People biatch about product, but I find MOST good companies will make
right bad product.  Kevin from FPR is a case in point.  I have several of his pens, and this one, even after heat setting, didn’t quite work right.
I sent it to him, and he fixed it.  I usually only publish negativity about businesses
who are not interested in making something right.

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VSW: Amsterdam 4


Can’t get enough of these windmills….
And ink painting!  Really having fun with it!

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USK: Dentist


I hate dentists
*sorry if you are one, not personal*
He is not frightened of them; I am phobic.
*i think that makes me smarter than the average bear*

I went with Mitchell to an emergency dental appointment
because we both have to switch dentists AGAIN.
*love the ever-changing insurance games*
He was making scary faces while we waited for Dr. Lao;
as we are both rereading Calvin and Hobbes, I thought of Calvin’s face freezing.

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SoCS: Way back…

I  journal and do morning stream of consciousness exercises, and
I’m again participating in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. 
I write to a timer, 15-20 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!
You can do it too!
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “weigh/way/whey.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you do that last thing. Enjoy!”

I watched “Feminists: What were they thinking?” last night on Netflix.  It took me way back to my days in college and as a young architect.  I was a feminist, raised by a feminist, though I was too busy trying to keep my head above water to join in any cause.

I think the worst were the men who wanted to be cool so they acted like they were on board, but they were not. Michael H., a perfect example. Never acknowledged me as a businessperson. He got his job and intro to teaching in the University system (UCLA) through me bringing him into the department. And he fucked me over. Used me to get ahead then dropped me as if not good enough.  I was good enough for him to accept my introductions, good enough for him to accept my hand-ups to projects, just not good enough to be seen as an equal.  He was no friend, and I was stupid. Friends have your back. He was a good old boy prick with a PC “feminist is okay” exterior, a consummate game player.  Just like his philanderer father, Mick, he wanted to play in the sexual energy
but not have to deal with the fallout from women who would not react like Mom. She would bash her own head in; I wanted to bash his head in.
Different times, different kinds of women.

Rocky was a better, asked what was I doing when I was working during the recession. I was happy to talk to my best buddies, and Rocky at least gave me credit. But really, architects, ALL OF THEM, were good old boys.

Remembering USC professors who did not take me seriously, and the few who did (Ed Niles, Pierre Koenig, Stephanos Polyzoides). The fucking men who would say things to me they would never say to a man. If a man’s drawings were incomplete after days of no sleep, they discussed what the man had on the boards. But with me, especially with me because I was pretty, they asked me if I was busy doing my nails or getting my hair done. I was left speechless, jaw dropping speechless.  I had not been treated like a second class citizen often in my family. Nevermind that I had done everything to not look pretty, hair in a tight bun, wearing men’s jeans and earth shoes, with nothing but a little mascara. I was just a girl going after her MRS degree, and they were hitting on me but not giving me good grades because I didn’t sleep with them.

I am stopping.  My image ended so I will too.
You can bet I will be weighing in again, because we are being taken back to
the 50’s and 60’s by the current push to keep women down.

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Shift In Goals: A Post from My Patreon Page

Goals are shifting for me, and instead of rewriting what I posted succinctly to my Patreons, I am sharing it with you, my blog followers.  I am a Patreon to several artists, and have my own Patreons, a modern way of supporting artist.

An Overdue Update…

 
For two years things have been quiet on [my Patreon] page.  Family issues, namely my baby brother and then my mother dying and all that comes with that, got in the way of so much.  I am okay with that; family comes first.  I let go of a lot to juggle my daily work, but did keep sketching/painting.  I apologize for the absence.

During sleepless nights, I had time to think.  I shifted my focus a bit.  Originally I wanted to teach online — I miss teaching tremendously.  When I was a kid I wanted to be a school teacher and my Aunt Elsa, who was a woman who taught high school, became principle, and ended up traveling to study educational systems worldwide before settling down at USC to start their Gerontology department, gave me great advice.  She said, “Go to college for what you love and then teach THAT!”  I taught architecture and design in Los Angeles at UCLA and in the California State college system, and taught writing and creativity in Oregon and California.

I am still open to teaching again, crave it, really, but I am going to let it unfold, to not push the river to do online courses.  I don’t know that online teaching will be as rewarding for me as doing classes in person.  I will wait to see what happens as I continue following my passion.

So where am I heading now?  What has changed?”  Continue reading here.

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