The Artist as Stretcher of Truths

Hmmm. Well here she is "The Artist" herself, plucking truths from the air around her, be they birds or stars or strange words that make no sense to anyone but herself.....

Now let's see a few days ago Susan from Susan Beth Studios awarded myself and six others the above award. Thankyou Susan. I am deeply touched.

So it is my wonderful honour to pass on this award to those who I think can take it. There are a zillion grande artists on the net as you can see if you look to the list on the left, so  I'm going to choose my 'awardees' because of the diversity of styles ..... which basically means I'd like to apologise to those I left out (you, I believe, are the lucky ones.).

I'd also like to apologise to those that I chose!

Here goes. Tad-tadah!

(Sounds of clearing thoat)  "I'd like to award the amazingly fantastic "Blogger Award" (see image above) to the following amazingly fantastic 7 wonderful artists." (To see the rules go here.)

All these artists have something wonderful to offer and are well worth visiting and spending time with.

 

Ces and Her Dishes: http://cesandherdishes.blogspot.com/

Daniel Powers: http://powers-studio.blogspot.com/

Justin Segal: http://justinsegal.blogspot.com/

Janne Robberstad: http://www.spindelmaker.com/

Mita      http://www.lakhsmitaindira.com/:

Joe Beale: http://joebeale.blogspot.com/

LDahl: Little FootPrints and The Labrat and this beautiful site Windy Nights

Of course if you take a cruise through the long list of artists on the left you'll find all the other people who also deserved to be on this list!

Seven Completely Amazing Things I Didn't Know About Myself Until Just Now

As for myself I believe I need to tell you six incredibly amazing untruths about myself, and one fantastic truth as well.

Hmm. Take a deep breath; here goes again!

1) I once stuck a four inch long, white enamelled, toy aluminium bullet up my right nostril when I was three years old and that bullet has never been seen again - not by Doctors, not by Nurses, nor my friend Alfred whose bullet it was.

2) In February 1978 my right sock became so tight after it had been shrunk in the wash by my Auntie Pat that, after wearing it for nine days non-stop, they (the ambulance people) had to take me to Belmont hospital and cut off the end of my small toe; (I suppose that now is a good time to add that it was myself wearing the sock, not the ambulance people.)

3) In July 1986 I rescued twelve people and a small dog (a black and white Kelpie cross, name Lucinda) off the beach at Nobbies by knotting together 134 clean handkerchiefs (borrowed from a visiting scout troop from Norway) and tying them (the handkerchiefs) to the nearest telephone pole, then wading out into the sea wearing nothing but a chamois lioncloth I had rented from the Frank's Fancy Dress Hire Company in North Lambton the night before.

4) Frank's wife Geralldine (nicknamed fat Gerry because she once was stuck in a dentist chair for two weeks and three days) charged me an extra laundry charge of $2.67  when I took the lion cloth back the following Tuesday.

5) The lion cloth had  shrunk five sizes in the salt water and was unwearable by anyone who was not an eviscarated dwarf.

7) After reading about my lion cloth escapades in the London Times (header: Crockadile Dundee Look Alike Uses Scouts Handkerchiefs To Advantage) the queen (Elizabeth) bought one of my paintings because Prince Charles thought it would go very nicely in the visitors' wing of Buckingham Palace.

8) Before the 'accident' with the aluminium bullet I was a perfect speller and thought that 'six' came between 'five' and 'seven'.

I'll let you know which is the least uncorrect untruth soon. Thanks for reading and being kind to me.