Thursday, March 24, 2011

Pendulums and Their Clocks

 I have a mild clock obsession.
 In each room of my house I have at least one clock, and up to as many as three. I even still wear a watch. When other s reach for their phones to get the time, (deplorable) I look old fashioned, and chic. And to be clear, I don't classify digital clocks as true clocks. To be a true clock, one must tick.
So my home is always ticking, and tocking, pendulums swaying in their way most relaxing. All but one.
The clock in the kitchen.
A while ago I was fortunate enough to have found two identical George Nelson clocks, silver and with a free hanging pendulum. One resides in my studio directly above my desk. Surrounded by small circular mirrors, and ancient keys, it speaks to me daily.
 The one in the kitchen, not so much.
If you hang it straight, the pendulum won't move. Perhaps you are a person with a high magnetic frequency, then the clock may chose to cease function altogether.
When the time changed, the clock in the kitchen was shifted to the straight position and stopped. Exactly at 3:33.  But, the pendulum was working perfectly. So I let the clock stay at it's chosen hour for a day or two, to see when the pendulum would relize that it was doing it's job and quit. But, it didn't. Straight and set at 3:33 and has been for near a week now. Today I rewarded it by putting in new batteries and setting it straight (ish). To repay me, the pendulum has once again become finiky and won't swing on time. 

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

"Quilters Block"

My girlfriend says to me "I am in a funk, I have quilters block!"
And I am thinking to myself, "Me too, Brusher's Block."

Solution,  re reading old blogs, drinking (lots of ) coffee, bought a gym membership.
Still feeling kind of stuck.
The girls got out their large drawing pad, and crayons and sprawled out in the living room.
Still nothing.
Opened up my black art board, paired it with pastels, and drew (sort of) Merridell. With trees and corn blowing in a pumpkin littered field. Even the shine of the roof from the moon..and yet...
Sheesh...What's going on here? Am I suddenly dead?