Should be sleeping

Love, Love, Love Adele's "Cold Shoulder," "Someone Like You," et al.

2 weeks I began this. 
1 week later...but it's not finished just yet.

What do you do when you have a baby sleeping on you?

I would take a picture but I can't reach my camera, which is locked away in my trunk.
This little kiddo fights sleep.
He must get it from me.
Late nights of surfing the internet to extend the day, even though I love to sleep.

This is a random entry by the way.

Today we were couch potatoes, but I think it was informative and brain nourishing.  We listened to organ music and mused upon the truth of identity and eternal direction in life.  He actually seemed engaged.  Sometimes it seems as if he gets bored and wants a taste of the screen and keys. Today, it was a sit and listen day. 

Had a little walking. A little drumming. A little high fiving. And plenty to eat; therefore, plenty to let out.
We had a washcloth bath and a change in wardrobe.  His grandfather fed him and there are casualities on his onsie.  He had a gaggle of laughter fits to climax the day before his current nap.

And now, I am hoping his poop juice doesn't leak out again.

I used to find it disgusting, but after putting what comes out into his mouth, it just feel like..I deserve this.  :)  I am glad he is processing the food.

WHICH reminds me of interactions with people.  I think we far too often take in every part of a person.  The things we can digest and can't, and because our systems can't handle some of those products we get sick.
I have a tendency to get sick often.  Everyday, every hour....
Why don't we just absorb the good and excrete the bad?
I suppose the question is more for me. 

Copyright © 2010 Loni Larican Lagula

Ugh..you have my full name again..

...watch church videos...

The advice of the night.

Back to the green.

Falling or Jumping?

Oil on Canvasette.  Sharpie on glass. Clarity.

What else am I supposed to do with it?

to be or not to be?

You know, agency is a difficult lesson to learn.

David Park.

Florence and the Machine.

New brush. 

Size 4

Model: Melanie

Pink.

Turned away.

Covered and engaged by her shadow.

Conversations. I don't know what to think.

But I think I've put the book down.
So how can I think.

Her loins burned with the ash of loss.

Remnant shell of the soul that was sucked below her feet.

She wasn't even looking.

Engaged by the mark on the board.

It wasn't even a full rainbow.

It wasn't the sign of Noah.

It wasn't a covenant.

It was a scratch of distraction

articulated carefully

As if the signature would reveal any significance.

as if you were looking.

the edge of the pitch barren
loiterer

void with answers

mirrors.

no flash.

click.

Ugh.  Sick stomach feeling. Wonder what surprise will come up...

ah ha. I can already see the things that are out of whack. ohh.. too tired to work on them right now.

Tom Ngo

One in the same?  You tell me.

Tom Ngo

You know how everyone always comments on my randomnity?  Possibly hinting of the absurdity of my comments.  They all relate, I just don't tell you how they do.  Now, I would never stake my poor intellectual understanding of standardized construction models against his, but I just had to share.

Tom Ngo - Architectural Absurdity

Too cool.


And, no, probably not the same men.
Still cool though, for both Toms.

The singing Dentist...

once astutely recognized that I only paint people that are leaving. 

I'd like to be in denial about it, but it tends to be the case, dead, dying, leaving, parting. 
Parting is inevitable, but I still get pretty emotional about it. Too emotional, actually.  Unless it's family, because families can be together forever.  If you'd like to learn how that's possible check out http://mormon.org/.

Any emotional connection to my mother is most likely related to her time alive than the time we are apart.


New stuff but old.

She actually left and is in Portland, Oregon now!

Nevermind what's said.

I just thought it was a cool shot.  More than anything, I think putting up this show was a reunion of past past, past, and present and a spattering of future?

My childhood friend, April introduced me to the cafe world back in 2000.  Well, she introduced me to a lot of things, actually.  My ethnic culture on the American continent, my first job, the gospel of Jesus Christ (not directly, but through a friend), and hey, my first downtown show.

We have been chums since elementary school.  I think that suggests the bond will probably never break, especially when it's so easy to call her dad Uncle. 

"The Green Dress"

I think I've learned a lot putting this up, (still learning too). Thankfully, I wasn't alone in the process. I think I would have died if I was.

Tadah!

That's Charlie next to April.  He was the indirect contact a decade ago.

My tongue is sticky.

Rona is next to me.

New friend of the present.

It almost looks like I'm trying to take off my belt.

Didn't make the cut.

the camera setting was on vivid

What a wonderful day at the park!

a young man helped me, well, watched me break into my car when i locked my keys in it!

Eventually I made it to the park.

The actually image isn't this bright.

chicks.

They get into things.

Love me.

assistance.

uh. don't touch me.

Morning false call = images to be used later

It's blurry.
Elk Grove.
4.26.2011

Lobster Bisque and sourdough bread.

Finally home!

4 by the sea

Our littoral haven splattered sand sounds against our ears.  The winds howled as they pushed the waves in large coves towards us and flanked our sight by yielding lengths of dark locks.

4.6.2011
Baker Beach
Day of Fun: Christine, Julie, Loni, Macy

3rd week in March

back to small. On account of the sprained knee i've decided to start painting on the floor. I've gone back to the small format and landscape. ah, the serenity of nature created by nature...

so what am i giving up for you and what are you giving up for me?

it's about time.

tackling 5'. 
4 years later.
guess it's finally time.
time is very relative.

sorry. i left my card at my sister's and the battery is dead and i don't know where the charger is.  whoops.

slowly but surely.

D&C 121:124-125...i think?
D&C 88:115 yay Michael.

r.i.p. clouds

the sun set
and the clouds have died
a false affinity borrowed
illusionary tide

it's time to go in
and turn on the light
to explore the within
and regain your new sight

Bells on Temple Square

 everything creative.  sorry, no cow bell

Crocker Art Museum

"If you could take a painting home which one would you take?"

the bunny sculpture.

It isn't currently featured.

March 4, 2011

there are worse things to fear than death. happy death day!

Strictly painting

scattered minutes here and there:

First attempt

second edit

current.

at the end of the night

additional

March 1, 2011

After the meter guy came by, who happened to have sparkly eyes and asked if I hid ex-boyfriends in a locker I was inspecting in my backyard near the meter, I realized it was a great day to do some work outside.  Unfortunately the work I produced was a lovely organic cut I was not planning to produce. Although, I should have known better. I don't cut straight lines.  I don't draw straight lines either.

But this post isn't a rant on my poor sawing skills.  This is a post about what I painted today.

Clouds. In continuance of my pre-tirement painting life.

Nevermind the glare.

Breakfast

homemade tomato soup with rice
toasted english muffin with grape jelly
toasted english muffin with fried egg and American cheese
orange juice. mm.

Family: A proclamation to the world

Church. 
trash duty.

I followed suite travelling around the building. I thought I was immune to stinky scents. I was wrong.  The mother's room was especially vial.  We only found one diaper but the stench lingers.  I glopped hand santizer on the trash can and some fixtures.  Mmm.  Bath and body works Sweet pea was a nice addition to the female motif. 
Sunset.

Brother-in-law and sister:

"Honey."
"Yes, fatso."

Sister:
"I only know how to put him asleep with milk!"

Only those close to you put their baby's boogers on your leg. 

January 19, 2011
I think I’ve proven to myself once again that candy is no longer my friend, or at least I can’t pretend that it ever was before. For the past 3-4 hours I’ve been doubled over with a sick stomach. Leave it Halloween taffy to cause indigestion. I was doing so well eating chocolates and pound cake the last few days. The sugar days are over. Btw: I heard mint relieves stomach pain. I am currently munching on candy canes. Fight candy with candy? 2 negatives are suppose to equal a positive, right?But really, I didn’t mean to begin writing about the negative correlation of increasing age and plummeting sweets affinity, I meant to write to begin cataloguing some creative activities I might have mulled around the day.
Today, it was muddied painting and photographing. A little play/work and more work and research on the internet.
The ultimate goal is to thrust myself in the art world. Whether I need to prepare through research or actually getting myself out there, I’d like to think I know what I am doing and it’s all just timing. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
I am still working on the 24 in x 18 in (length wise first, right?) sunset of Hawaii. The colors keep changing. The sky is fading hopefully back to white or some semblance of a clear clear day.
Music Remembered: Nelly Furtado, Ashlee Simpson, Book of Mormon, Pocahontas
Maybe one more painting and this one and I may be able to move to the next project.
I want my vacation or “pre-tirement” to be over.
What’s a girl to do when the demand for work is higher than I can perceive me actualizing? crack.Back to art:
Photographing. It was an overcast day most of the day. I jumped at the opportunity to take some pictures. Hopefully they came out all right because I would feign to have to take down all those paintings again. I see those paintings daily but when one is holding and transporting them, they seem like more of an abundance than a wall decoration.

I think it helped knowing that my battery was fully charged.

Candy canes are helping to ease my stomach pain. Hurray for the internet’s highway of information.
My glamorous Saturday night involved a tooth brush, cleaner, water and my 70’s linoleum bathroom floor.
No teeth were harmed in my cleaning investiture.

I discovered the subtle differences in the Standard, Portrait, Landscape and Neutral settings of my camera.
I still want to sell it...