Eye Art

I decided I needed to take a break from creating the much admired and sought after SpotArt. Several years of steady masterpieces had taken its toll on me so before I grew stale and my work much less sought after thought ever so good I thought I would let my mind wander and let the creative juices flow. Within minutes I had a vision of my creative path and the vision was Googly Eyes.

On one of my many adventures with Spot my bulldog he had found a coconut bobbing along the shoreline of Lake Ontario near Port Dalhousie. I brought it back home with me and sat it on my printer to let it dry. The next day I looked at it and much to my chagrin a crack had developed in the nut and its milk had leaked out over my printer. Don't ask. I don't know why I set the thing on the printer in the first place. I quickly lost interest in the coconut and it sat silently and forgotten in my room until just a few days ago. After recognizing a kundilini of sorts I knew the coconut and I were fated Thus we have the first of many Googly eyes creations to adorn the apartment.

But who was going to see it sitting on the floor. I had to come up with another way to display these thoughts that were going through my addled grey cells. Then I thought of how most of us are forever watching the clock. Well, I suppose if one is still working you are watching a clock. I don't work so time isn't. So. . . what about time watching us? Where to display it, where indeed.

What better place than on an alarm clock. I have no need of an alarm clock so what better clock to put it on than Maria's. She hasn't noticed yet and I'm not about to point it out to her lest she trieds to take the eyes off thus leaving residue from my hot glue gun on her Sony alarm. I will probably hear about it in the morning.

I have recently taken an interest in rocks, mainly how they were formed and how many millions if not billions of years ago they were formed. My good friend Pat is a rock hound and it was through travelling with him (space and otherwise) that I grew to appreciate the lowly rock and certainly learned to appreciate what the poor thing went through to become the rock or rocks I now have in my small collection.

On one of Pat's travels he picked up an eight pound (whatever kilo) chunk of basalt, beautifully polished and corners naturally rounded. It has been on display, well, not really on display, but a door stop since we moved in to these digs. It kind of guards the room as it is but I thought it might do a better job with a pair of eyes. I think most people would agree that I've made it a much more interesting rock in two minutes than mother nature did in 60 million or whatever years.

Then I suppose there are some who would think I should stick to the stunningly beautiful and most sought after SpotArt.

As a post script I should state that I'm trying to lay the pictures out a little different and I have no idea how it will turn out when I publish this. If it works, great. If not, it's back to the drawing board or keyboard or whatever.