Category: Chit Chat

Taking it easy

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rapsbirk

Time to Photoshop!

As I’ve mentioned I’ve been a bit beside myself with my injured thumb, a limping old dog AND cat, headaches and various other creativity killers. Halfdone paintings sitting around that I was working on at the time but can’t for the life of me remember what plans I had and/or feeling reluctant to dive back in for some reason. And just feeling the usual irritation creeping in when I don’t get to make stuff with my hands.

So instead of struggling I figured I might as well make it easy for myself and see where that got me going. I’ve been digging through the old photos that I have backed up on the computer (I also have 2 large binders of negatives that I never got round to scanning, too bad really), picking out and playing with Photoshop making “fake” paintings or weird effects. Just trying things out. I’ve been wanting to make collages as well, but holding my stylus for cropping out items is a bit of a strain.

And it’s paid off, because I have enough images now for my picture blog to last for the rest of the year! I know it’s technically cheating, not actually doing one a day, but surely I can’t be the only one…. Anyway it works better for me to do stretches of one thing, and my temper isn’t as bad when I’ve been doing this 😉

Daisy layers autumn lake Sweden

Let som en pletdanish

Som tidligere nævnt har jeg været lidt ved siden af mig selv med min stakkels tommelfinger, halt hund OG kat, hovedpiner og diverse andre eksterne kreativitetsdræbere. De malerier jeg lige var beyndt på kan jeg pludselig ikke huske hvad handlede om og jeg har en eller anden sær ugidelighed mht at gå i gang igen.some reason. Og ja, så bliver jeg bare sådan lettere irritabel når jeg i længere tid ikke laver noget med mine hænder.

SÃ¥ i stedet for at kæmpe for sagen, besluttede jeg at gøre det nemt for mig selv og se hvor det førte hen. Jeg har gennemrodet alle backup mapper pÃ¥ computeren efter gamle fotos (jeg har ogsÃ¥ to store mapper med negativer jeg aldrig fik scannet – egentlig rigtig ærgerligt!) og bare leget med Photoshop, lavet effekter og falske malerier og andet sjovt. Collager er ogsÃ¥ noget jeg vil i gang med igen, men det er lidt hÃ¥rdt at holde pÃ¥ en tegnepen for at fritskrabe objekter.

Om ikke andet har jeg nu billeder nok til resten af Ã¥ret pÃ¥ min billedblog. Jeg ved godt det er lidt snyd ikke at rent faktisk lave et om dagen, men jeg er nok ikke den eneste… NÃ¥r først jeg kommer i sving med et projekt holder jeg helst ikke op lige med det samme. Med bedre humør i bonus imens. 😉

Everybody has closets

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How courageous are you when it comes to showing the world the real you – not only your strengths, but also owning your vulnerabilities? This is something I’ve been pondering for a while, but I had a lesson/insight presented to me on the topic today and then 5 minutes later a friend posted this video on FB. (Courtesy of Upworthy.com)

On another note: it appears I can knit a little again! My thumb is still sore like you wouldn’t believe it, but I can do things. I’m going to attempt some spinning too.

NoNoWriMo

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As the season changes again from early autumn glory into endless darkness, I feel myself changing gears too. Not just in my activities as I’ve mentioned before, but also inside. It’s not yet noticable to you perhaps, but my blogging gear feels different somehow. I want to say other things, and differently, but how or what exactly hasn’t emerged yet.

November appears to be a silent month. A cold, grey, muddy silence, that is, when the winds aren’t howling with rage. Inside and out. Perhaps I don’t really want to say anything, but haven’t realized it yet. Or I do, but why?

I thought this was going to be a writing winter for me. Not any kind of monthly challenge or reporting to anyone; just because I felt like it and my thumb still can’t knit or the various other things I’d planned, but it can type, sortof. Or I can type without it, rather. But I could be wrong. My creative channels are static at the moment so I find myself on the sofa with Neil Gaiman, who appears to have fiber optics installed.

I may be back eventually, you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you. 😉 It could be tomorrow, or next year. I don’t even have a pretty picture for you today, you’ll have to go find one yourself on the other blog. Could be false alarm too, and I’ll continue my regular nonsense before you can blink an eye!

And no worries – I’m not any kind of depressed or such. Just odd. Probably a normal reaction when you have to adapt to an unwanted situation. From extreme high to wallowing in the mud!

After the storm

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Absolutely not the worst one in the history of mankind, but probably the one that did most damage in our 11 years here.

drivhus

Riding ring fence broken. My little greenhouse was torn to pieces. Roof damage to the barn (flying tiles) and for myself a mangled right thumb. My stupid horses who were calm as can be in the pasture, but too fat to remain there all evening (as well as too near the disintegrating rooftop), decided to freak when I wanted to approach them in the paddock to come inside for hay – ground slippery as soap and down I went, thumb first…. Typing feels very odd without it, am constantly reminded to lift my cup with the other hand, and well, apple sauce, forget it, I can’t peel anything. Knitting? No way. Same goes for writing and drawing. I guess an overstretched ligament. Bummer. I iced it all evening, but it’s still quite swollen today.

I haven’t tried spinning, my left is my forward hand, but I think I probably handle the fiber more than I know with my right. Think I need 2 thumbs for teasing clumps of fleece for carding too? Perhaps I could pick up my lefthanded writing again which I practised when I broke my wrist 5 years ago. Just for laughs.

Guess I better visit the library…

Everyone else ok out there?

indoor weather

Stormskader

Så blev det lille blæsevejr overstået med flyvende tagsten, væltet ridebanehegn, krøllet drivhus og en forstuvet tommelfinger.

De tÃ¥belige ponyer syntes det var en meget farlig ide at skulle ind i stalden (i ly for de flyvende tagsten) og folden var som sæbe, sÃ¥ jeg fik lige trukket tæppet væk under fødderne og landede med højre tommel “brækket” bagover.

Strikke, skrælle æbler til det der mos jeg har truet med, tegne, skrive, glem det, jeg kan ikke engang holde på en tom kaffekop og påklædning foregår temmelig kreativt.

Det ligner vist en tur pÃ¥ biblioteket…

Jeg håber alle derude i det danske land er intakte både indendørs og udendørs?