Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

June 2, 2010

My son, the Artist

My son has recently become an artist in his own right. He specializes in found/installation art, sculptural painting with temporary organic substances, and the occasional performance piece.

Translation: he makes a mess of our living room, smears his baby food all over our stuff, and tries to eat stuff he shouldn't.

My fingers remain crossed that he will never decide to experiment with the style of Piero Manzoni, although from what I understand, he may decide to combine Manzoni's material choice with Jackson Pollock's painting style. I duly assured my husband that if that fateful day should ever come to pass, HE will be cleaning it. This is non-negotiable. As a child, I drove my mother crazy with the stunts I pulled, but painting with my poop was never one of them. It doesn't help that my In-laws are waiting with bated breath for this particular masterpiece; I just hope he decides to install it in their house.

I don't suppose it's too much to ask that he be interested in digital photography instead?

June 1, 2010

Origins: Six Arms Short

Welcome to my blog, Six Arms Short!

I am many things: I am a Wife to a wonderful if somewhat nerdy husband who has a penchant for videogames, Invader Zim and B rated Zombie movies. I am a daytime Stay at Home Mom to a 10 month old boy who, since becoming mobile, has become my personal trainer. I am a CNA who works the night shift at a local nursing home specializing in the care of the Elderly afflicted with Alzheimer's; and if that wasn't enough, I am an entrepreneur for a hopefully soon-to-be burgeoning portrait photography business www.GossamerMemories.com and an Etsy shop GossamerScapes.Etsy.com specializing in Fine Art Photography from Maine.

Too often I feel like an Octopus although I have only two arms, and so the name "Six Arms Short" was born. Here I shall document my trials, discoveries, and rough gems of wisdom-or foolishness as the case may be- read at your own risk. My writing has not, as of yet, been discovered to cause cancer in the state of California; I attribute that more to the fact that I do not often write publicly rather than the result of rigorous scientific testing. If you happen to suffer a subcranial hemorrhage after reading one of my posts, please do not send me the bill. I have plenty of my own, thank you.

In short, I've never been busier in my life, but I've also never felt so fulfilled.