I'm a guest blogger!

Thanks to the wonderful world of bloggin' I have met Laura (Rhinestone Armadillo).
She has the coolest blog about all kinds of creative, beautiful and hilarious things and is always a real inspiration to me.
She's been having guest bloggers for her Summer Of Awesomeness project and I'm on of them! Thank you Laura!
If you want to see:

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You should really check out her blog, it's a hub of coolness and I guarantee you'll be hard pressed to find another one quite like it.

Goodbye July!

July 2011 has been a good one and I wanted to enjoy the last day of it proper.
I went to The Farm with Roxi in tow and soaked up the visual delights all around me. I can smell the barn now, looking at this fine patch of spider webs in the corner.
This is a little gateway in the fence for two legged critters; we had a filly when I was 11 and she could squeeze her tiny self through here! Dad had to put up a little chain across to keep Daisy on the right side of the fence and I think of her whenever I walk through.

I can't get enough of the dusty cobwebs...
Door to the old tackroom. There was a kitty who gave birth to many a kitten behind this door in a box of nails.
I got to enjoy a summer storm while I was there and enjoyed every second of that magical transformation of the air and the light; colors come alive and the world sings when it's like this.
I found a "D"
"D" is for "Dusti"
This goobress right here? Roxi is in a state of pure Joy, it's infectious.
Chains, I love chains. I can remember several manly tasks I "helped" Dad do with these. I am forever on the lookout for some like these...they're on my wishlist.
It was a beautiful day, the 31st of July 2011.
August is a transitional month, and I will shortly find myself in a terrible state of excitement & anticipation for Fall.
But I'm not going to rush it...
..........not going to rush it..........
...........not going to rush it.........

Spooky Time Jingles!

Here is the Halloween art group I'm a member of!
Spooky Time Jingles
You'll have to give me a second, I'm feeling so fancy that I figured out how to use a link in my blog... Shoot, I'm a regular Bill Gates!

Each artist updates STJ with a new piece on the 13th of every month.
Here's my offering by The Halloweenstress:

I love this necklace. The little tombstone is my favorite, classic shape, like so many in Charleston, S.C. which is a place close to my heart.
It's even fancy on the back!

Well dear Reader, I have been rather absent as of late.
I've been enjoying the punk outta the summer!
I've been photographing to my heart's content. Here's one of my favorite landmark's in Mississippi, old silo on 84 before you get to Coon Jefcoat Rd.
Hitting the open road, even in The Green Truck which is an expensive yet priceless endeavor.
I love summertime when the corn is still growing tall & green and you can drive through fields of it and deeply inhale it's intoxicating aroma, blowing through the vent windows of you Dodge!
Here's me, trespassing just to get a closer look at one of these silos. When I was real little, I thought they looked just like an observatory, with that slice of tin missing from the tops. I just knew if I could get in there at night, the secrets of the Universe would be mine for the revealing...
I've also taken the time to address my horrendous dining room, which is really my workspace or studio. Painting the walls a perfectly soothing warm gray is a great activity during the heat of a summer afternoon!
Have I told my Nikon lately that I love it?
Dad takes a moment while enjoying one of Bran's homemade muffins to rock out the air guitar to the Black Keys blaring from my car down by the pond.
My lil' Daddy so cute!
Summer is driving the Green Truck to the pond for a day of swimming and sometimes for a little solo skinny dipping!
"Them ol' Sorry Pearsons, at it again"....
So forgive my absence, if you will.
I've been enjoying livin' in the present!

Nature Gangster

This nature Gangsta scored big today!
Check it out, nine point buck with a gorgeous rack; I'm rich!
I've been smelling this unfortunate city deer for months on my rail road trekking, just been waiting for him to air out a bit more. He put off a powerful stank. I finally investigated weeks ago and much to my delight, a whole deer was just laying there for the taking, harvesting, decapitating, what have you.
Today Kerrie came over and when I told her about my plan to go get it she said "Let's go right meow!"
There's no time like the present, so off we went. Kerrie wanted this Pit Bull skull which I'd also had on my list, so I separated his head and gave it to her. She hates dogs and she also didn't want to touch it, but she was a pretty good partner, taking pics for me, carrying the shovel and "nasty-bag". Thusly, I told her she'd earned her Nature Gangster cred.
Doesn't she look like a straight THUG here?

Look at this rack! I haven't even decided what I'll do with this; do I keep the skull intact or cut off the antlers and mount them on a super-fly plaque of my own creation?
Skin is tough and sinewy and I was only able to remove one foot today. I couldn't find my utility knife and no, I wasn't going to use my pocket knife. I eat with that and even I am not that gross. A fresh deer, sure...but not this guy.
These little cloven hooves are just so pretty and sweet. My mind races with ideas of what I could do with all four!
I assume he was hit by the train. It seems like a safe assumption, but his location was way off from the raised tracks, down a woodsy gulley and up against this fence. Still, a train could certainly throw him that far.
This is how I discovered him, you can imagine my delight.
After we were done, we loaded up our prizes in the back of the truck and headed home feelin' like a million bucks.
Life is short, take time to stop and pick up the roadkill.

Death & Life As An Art Form

I had an opportunity to get inside a coffin last week. How do you pass that up?

Death intrigues me. I wonder about it the same way I wonder about the dream world when I'm in the waking one. As I live & breathe, I ponder my own mortality. I don't think I'm morbid; death is the inevitable conclusion to life and an inescapable event we will all have in common.
It's there.
It's mysterious.
Its existence makes life all the more rich.

These thoughts lead to warmer, fuzzier ones of love. Despair is to love just as death is to life, and waking is to dreaming. To live fully is to give yourself over to each of these experiences, the only order you can count on is death will be last.
Suffering and joy should both be given into fully at times, often simultaneously.
I count myself charmed to have been awarded this life. Surrounded by love and support from my beloved family, and my extended family of friends, my life is an embarrassment of riches.
Having an excess of these things, it's my honor & duty to share with people who need what I have so much of.
Every once in a while, you get an opportunity to commit acts of love & kindness to people you hardly know.
It can hardly be considered a "selfless act", and as a matter of fact, leaves me grateful for the opportunity and feeling a touch embarrassed by the heartfelt "thank you"s received in return.
After last week's coffin ride and graveyard photography, I had a closer encounter with Death. A friend of a friend died in his home by gunshot. He & his girlfriend had just moved into the house 2 weeks ago. Let's call her "H".
This took place on H's birthday. She has no living family. Unable to go back to her new home and with no relatives to lean on, our mutual friend "D" stepped up to the plate for the aforementioned reasons. I said H has no family; in truth she has no living parents, she most certainly has a big, loving family.
I went with two other friends (family of my family) to the house to clean up and collect some of her things.
These two friends are men we'll call "K" and "T". I had been warned of what to be prepared for before entering the house and we all came prepared with gloves, respirators and cleaning supplies.
As we all got to work in what was the site of a violent and tragic end to a young & precious life, it struck me like a summer rain, how all I could see was love. What is more beautiful in this world than acts of love and compassion between people who are not even particularly close?
K & T are both big, burly, tattooed and pierced guys; it's safe assumption to say many people don't see them for the kind, generous, good spirited creatures they are. "Their" loss.
We were able to do something for someone during their mourning period, there's rarely anything anyone can do during times like these. I'm honored.
I packed up anything I could find that a girl would want from her house: hair dryer, sketchbook, art supplies, wigs, jewelry, pocket knives. I threw away anything I could find that was a source of bad odor while K & T steam cleaned the carpet and wiped down the walls.
I ripped leather off a chair and bagged & threw it away. I cut out a clean piece of leather to give H, as I knew she wanted a memento.
After a few hours we were ready to go back to D's and give H her things.
I'm humbled by this opportunity to be of service for someone during such a dark time.
I am grateful to have been in the presence of so much love.
I am not a bit surprised to see how life and death and love and sorrow are all amplified in tandem.
Through death, life is made sweeter.
Through sorrow, love is felt greater.
Through receiving, giving is made an art of love.
Thank you for the opportunity to hone my craft.

I'm still here y'all!

Bear with me. I have been busier than usual over the last few weeks and I have neglected my writing. Writing is a mood lifter to me so I need a fix!
This will be short.
I'm working on pieces for a National Halloween Convention next week in PA. I wasn't going to go, but then decided to go for it and hence, I've been absent.
Here's one piece I'm taking (should have before pics, but I don't think I do). It's a gorgeous Depression Era vanity tripple mirror. I just love that stuff. I had to force myself not to make a career out of it. I painted is satin black, did some minor restoration, enhanced the carving at the top and viola! Halloween over-mantle.
I have a few pieces in my inventory already, but I am making new things to take to the show. I've done some bat silhouettes, cut to integrate the engraving with the shape of the piece.
I have about two dozen really fantastic cuffs ready to go. I'll be interested to se how they do there. I'm working on a few stunners to add to my smaller pieces.
Alas, time is running out.
I leave with my best companion, Brandi, Wednesday. We have much yet to do. It will be so fun and will certainly fuel my fire, really looking forward to that part.
I'll be back as soon as I can!