It's a strange time of the year. The sun is out here in California, but the temperature is nippy. It's winter time and the weird ones come out. I adore these kooky mystical guys. How'd you ever come to form the way you do. Hairy green/purple eye balls and splotted bloody petals as if a vampire tried to devour a human and left its traces on you. Floral anemones. There's the sea anemones and they're just as eccentric.
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| Sea bubble tip anemones from Brandon's tank |
The market gets semi depressing at this time. Less blooms are readily available. But more incentive to be out on the hunt.
Been living out here for a little over a month. Got the studio tidied up. Finally. The chaos piled up. You could hardly see the tattered wooden floors. All the ribbon scattered. Took a bit of organization, but finally can call it my own.
This is the first personal of the year. For an old friend. It's interesting the feeling I get when I give these away to people I know. When I'm in the studio, I get creatively deep. I take myself to a weird place, in my mind and feelings. I draw myself back to all the memories, everything that made me happy and alive. All the pain and heartache I endured in the relationship. It gives me a push to take the arrangement from one direction and into the next. It forces me to steer in a direction I've never gone.
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