7:59 PM

Chick-Ala-Chick, Cha-La, Cha-La

Posted by portia-lot |

Her Portianess said:


Chick-Ala-Chik, Cha-La, Cha-La is part of a song my mum used to sing to me... it always made me smile. I wonder if it is a real song. I think I heard it once on Captain Kangaroo's Treasure House, but maybe I just dreamed that.

Who knows? If not me, likely no one.

Me: I'm kind of in a meandering mood. Want to join? 

Well, if you start with today- it's Chick-Ala-Chick Sunday winding down to Cha-La, Cha-La Monday. From there only Blue Tuesday lies between us and Taking the Mean Out of Meandering Wednesday. 

The Wall and I are always meandering about. Mentally or physically in search of the elusive strawberry ICEE brand slushy. Which, BTW, if you happen on said strawberry iced confection, drop us a line, ASAP. It would be much appreciated.


K. Later, Friends and Neighbors we've yet to meet!


I was browsing through some flickr Designer slash Artists and I kept coming across these fantastic creations, all emanating from the apparent same brain. 


sketch.

I was especially drawn to what's drawn above. Definitely check out some of the other work by this artist! 

In other, more local, and more timely news, the first event in the series "PortiaWallace: Taking the Mean out of Meandering" kicks off next Wednesday at the Art Walk.  We hope to see you, or us there. 

7:35 PM

Like cucumber chopsticks.

Posted by wallace |

Wallace here, transitioning from third to first-person. Also, in parallel, switching my eye patch from right to left eye. Tonight, it occurred to me, while sifting through ephemera scattered around my artspace (read: living room carpet), that I'm indeed a member of the mundane-majority. Like another rock star desperate for acting fame, like another high school jock sweltering at the thought of being No. 1 math geek, I'm a graphic designer exploring my personal style as pseudo-artist. Real art is this. A few other examples come to mind, but that's the only one that currently matters. 


I think society would be healthier with a hefty dose of the world through my good eye, whichever it might be. And with that mission at hand, it begins.  

7:18 PM

Propellerman

Posted by wallace |

Wallace checking in and out. 

2:35 PM

Who Are We?

Posted by portia-lot |

Well, I can only speak for myself. And the answer is- drumroll, please- I don't know. I think I know what I am NOT. But what I am remains to be seen. I know what I think I hope to be.

Someone asked me recently who I am and I said:

  • Writer
  • Teller of Stories
    Mostly real; Some imagined (or quite possible real in another dimension)
  • Artist
  • Create-or
  • Maker

To which that certain someone said, "I can change you."

Wow.

I spent all this time trying to figure out and "own" the above parts of who I might be only to find someone who wants to change me.

Let's make sure I know for sure who I am first, shall we?

I'm Portia.
The international super spy, creative hipster and often sardonic alter ego of someone far less super spy and far more introspective lost soul. Geez. What is one to do?

In the meantime, enjoy a little poetry, a little creative messing about and whatever whatnots there are to enjoy here.

Speaking for myself and The Wall... we're glad you're here.

No, really... not being sarcastic or sardonic. Just keepin' it real.
(O.K. that last part was sardonic... but what did you expect?)