Patti Gibbons Art

It isn’t rocket science that if your life is a mess, it will impacts one’s sleep and dreams. For every action there is a reaction, plain and simple. I could not sleep last night; my hormones were wrecking havoc on my body temperature, and my mind re-played various scenarios from last night over and over again. Then I had a pain in my toe and it was throbbing all night, and of course I obsessed about infection and the metal of that ankle and how that could land me in a hospital or kill me. (don’t laugh---one of the recent things my doc said to me was “be careful about ANY kind of infections in your foot or leg as the plates etc. will attract and hold the infection and can cause some serious problems, and I know someone who knew someone who died from this!!!!) Great. I am leaving in two days for California and don’t have time to deal with this. I will get to the conclusion of that story in a moment. I wake up even on the weekends at 5:30 am, before the 6 AM alarm goes off, and ...

I don't even know what to write about or where to start. I am emotionally and physically drained. I came off the past 10 days of intense work at school, the kids riled up with spring fever and vacation, making it nearly impossible to get my grading done for the semester. I had to do lots of accounting work at home, and, as of the past few days I have not been feeling well on any level, and I think the hormones are short circuiting a bit. You are not here however, to listen to me whine. So I will get over it. I will list the good things I did today and rejoice in them: I got to see my friend Rob whom I have not seen in two months. We always have interesting conversations over some kind of drink and gnosh. On a whim we took off to Target and I bought myself a new piece luggage-an Eddie Bauer piece. 15 year warantee. I am sick of the luggage I have, all of which I have managed to mangle in some way; broken handles, missing wheels. I break luggage like I break corkscrews. So I will tak...

I had a murky day. Too much on my mind, and given a sudden jolt of hormones to boot, equated melt down. I was listening to yoga music while eating my lunch with the lights off, and someone flipped a switch in my brain or heart, and I just started crying. If I weren't at school I would not mind so much, but when I do it there it sometimes triggers looks and questions. I try and keep my personal life to myself except for close friends. I did get a wonderful gift today, and in spite of the fact that I have tons of shit falling on my head on a daily basis, the universe is kind and bequeaths random gifts when I most need them. Gina was getting a lesson on a type of two person massage and she and her partner needed a willing body. I love massage and it transforms me, so it was not difficult to volunteer for. We went to the new spa at the Emerson, and there I experienced a small piece of heaven. The Abhyanga massage consists of a series of ayurvedic techniques, combined with ...

"To see a barn in your dream, signifies feelings kept in your unconscious. There is a possibility that you may be holding back your instinctual action or natural urges". (a possibility??!!) Tonight's image is of a barn that I took a photo of on the way to Mohonk Mountain house one afternoon. The photo came out with a weird dreamlike glow to it. It was eerie. Probably old chemicals, old film, who knows. I shoot with anything on hand..old disposable cameras way past their due date, then aged to perfection in the glovebox of my car all summer. As an older teen I was obsessed with barns. Was it their beautiful red against verdant fields that called out to me? Was it the beauty of their construction, even when aged to a skeleton of sky and timbers? I never thought of it until now, but I painted my house a few years ago a beautiful dark barn red. It is stiking against gold, green and orange trims. I am in love with it and every day when I come home I smile. I was inside a barn ...

I am keeping this short as it is late and I still have tax work to do before I retire. I have spent many, many hours doing my taxes, and each year I get so little back..like a few hundred dollars. It seems ludicrous to even be investing that sort of time into it, but like so many things, it is a necessary evil. I don't think that my business has made a profit yet. And one sure realization is, that I don't know who is making huge bucks out there on ebay, because between the Ebay and Paypal fees, and the time to photograph/scan, list the item, then do the shipping for the sale, you are already behind the eight ball. I am going to have to rethink my art, and how to spend more of my time MAKING art and find a way to market it on the internet that is less time consuming and expensive. Of course, that is a challenge when you are working a full time job AND helping out with a 2 year old and a sick child. Tonight's photo was at my friend Ruben's house. We have worked to...

After a long day at work I had gone to the tanning booth to get a few more minutes of light, rest, and hopefully a bit of color before I take off in a week. The reality is that it is just as warm in Sauselito as it is here, just a bit more consistent. Easter break is my celebration of the return of sun and warmth which I have been awaiting since the days started getting shorter. In my little pod I erase the days detritus and welcome the light and the warmth as I lay there. On the way out I stopped to talk with Jamie, the young single mother who works there, who was also once my student. She asked about Megan, and I filled her in on her cancer and treatment. Her young friend was standing next to me. With intense green eyes she looked at me and said "is she back from Iraq?". I said yes, and told her that ever since Megan returned from Iraq she has been very ill. This young woman proceeded to tell me about her boyfriend who returned a year ago, who has horrid stomach ulcers whi...

I was going to be my usual double entendre self and title my blog something slightly different, but I stopped because I knew that I would get a sudden rush of traffic to this blog, and it would have NOTHING to do with the fact that I have been discovered as a writer or an artist. Though I am not a computer tek, I do fiddle around on it enough to be able to troubleshoot, write a bit of code, make and upload my own website etc. One of the things I have done is install a stats counter on my blog. I can see how many people look at my blog every day, as well as how they got to me: IE search keywords, or if they got to me through my website etc. On occasion I check these stats, and have found out some interesting information. One of the top keywords that was used was Aquaveet. I wrote a blog about a party and drinking too much Aquaveet, and voilla, since January I have been found because of this one episode. I am sure that they don't ever come back again, as do most people who stumble u...