Pelagia Noctiluca

Pelagia Noctiluca

Tuesday, December 7


There's a beetle in the bed! There's a beetle in the bed!

No. There isn't. You're just dreaming.

No! There's a beetle in the bed! There's a beetle in the bed!

No. There isn't. You are just dreaming. Be quiet.

But look! Right there, how do you know I'm just dreaming?

Because the beetle you're looking at is on a hardwood floor, and you are in bed. You are dreaming.

Oh. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Tuesday, October 26

Brain Forest

Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.

Skipping ahead in my 30 days of writing, because this is on my mind. And yes, apparently I struggle with forgiveness.

So, Dude, I have an art show up right now, and this tree is the star. I love this tree, and I miss it in my house. I live inside that big knothole right there. I miss it, and now people want it. It's hard to sell art when you don't want to part with it.

And, Dude, I am hanging a second show in 2 parts. First is tomorrow, shit, that is stressful. Then in 2 weeks that tree will move there with it's forest of creatures and brambles. I am happy that my little paintings will have their moment before the tree steals their light. I am excited to share my brain forest with the locals. Ha. I am also terrified and highly anxious. And excited. And freaked. And..... ya.

I still need to crete a website, hello 2010, you're almost gone. I started an Etsy store that needs some paint splashed on its walls. I made a buttload of prints and cards that have been selling. Gumption. Let's do this.


Sunday, October 17

Do frogs forgive?

Man, this forgiveness thing is tricky. Anything I am wanting to forgive myself for, I'm thinking instead, you don't need forgiveness, you need a kick in the ass. I want to forgive myself for my financial struggles, but I think the past happened for a reason and there is no excuse for the present. Man up and figure it out. Bad habits in relationships? Same deal. Fitness, yup, ditto. being too hard on myself? Nah, otherwise I'd get nothing done at all. Hmm, a little stuck here. Wait! I forgive myself for not being able to forgive myself! Ha! I win.

Or not. I'll concede that I have points to ponder for a while.

Lets move onto anagrams!

Inverse Fogs - It's hard enough to see through the fog without it being inversed. Translation: quit overthinking so damn much.
Envies Frogs - Don't you too? Yep, me too.
Griefs Ovens - Unforgiving grief steeping in your cerebral oven, just might make your top explode.
Gofers Veins - Gofers shouldn't shoot up, but if they did, I would forgive them.
Forges Veins - Forgiveness allows you to forge through the veins of human connections. Ok.
Forges Vines - Building blocks to the tops of the trees!
Foe Servings - Ahh yes, what nobler dish to serve your foe, than a platter of forgiveness.

Saturday, October 16

There is a point here, I swear

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.

Ok. See? Right there ---------->

No? Really? Shit.

How to make these brush strokes into words?

Day 1 - Obsession: more than just a pervy purfume ad, it is my brian. Whoa, I said Brian, what does that mean? Do I even know a Brian? Never mind. Brain. Yes. See? It itches.

What ABOUT that thing I said at work? Did I offend? Was I misunderstood? Do I care? Am I a bitch for not caring? Dude, who cares? Well, not me obviously. Really? Really. Why is that person interrupting my conversation? Who am I talking to?

Day 2 - Obsession: Just shut up and paint something! Ahh, look at that color. It likes that other one, look, they're dancing. Ooh, make a line there, and here, and whoosh it around up there. Something is scratching at the door. Scritch Scratch, oh look, just a monster hiding in the weeds. Prickly brush, sprouting flowers bearing birds. Calmer, quieter, nestling in my body's center. Whoa, it's been four hours, I love this shit.

Thirty Days of Writing

Thank you to Flutter for letting me copy this writing exercise. Hmm, writing assignment? Task? Project? Ooh, yes, Project. Thank you. My 30 days might be more like 30 weeks, and I'm liable to get distracted a third of the way in, but still, inspiration is scratching at my door.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

Saturday, October 2

Jerky boys: Frank Rizzo

I haven't actually tried this job searching technique yet, but just maybe......

No Thank You Please

Do you know someone tried to give me a Tab yesterday?!? Fizzy crack in its pinkest form, pop rocks for my brain. It has now been long enough in Diet Coke recovery, that I have finally lost track of days clean. So, no Yo, no diet pop for me, no aspartame brain fizz, no phenylalanine skin rubs, not even a saccharine soaked snuggy blanket. No, no, and no. I shan't. But, oh my stars, how much more delectable my coffee has become. Anyone else afflicted with an addictive personality? Mmmm, addiction, addiction, mmmm, mmm, mmm.

Wednesday, September 22

DC maker the life better

Lost in translation spambot trying to derail my recovery?

Velveteen spambot turned real by magical dc bubbles?

I woke up to a slew, (can you have a slew of 3?), of garbled comments on my woefully outdated posts.

Perhaps dear commenter, you have just relapsed on the DC, and are blissfully babbling to your fellow addict. I want to say "just say no!" But, really all I'm thinking is that Diet Coke must have missed me very much, and I'm glad you too have found each other.

And thank you diet coke head for waking up my blog fingers. I will try to keep them tingly longer this time.

Saturday, June 19

Quilty Bits

Vertical cross-section of my brain:

The playground of my painted brain is padded with billowing fabric and crash absorbent poly-fill. When I slip through my prickly, painted branches, I relax and trust the fall to my homemade safety net. I rest on whimsical patterns of flowers and ridiculousness while staring up at acrylic thorns. Which of those branches are actually descending talons, I can't be sure, but the quilted seams have now mingled with my veins, and I am safely camouflaged.

..........when struggling with photo uploads, sometimes we must resort to the metaphorical illustration.

Tuesday, May 11


Fuzzy moist eyeballs
Steaming up my spectacles
Onward vertical

Saturday, April 17

I never asked for this soap box

I swear, I am not trying to be vegetarian, but I just opened a can of chicken broth, and it smelled like an egg fart.

Monday, April 5

DC to DT

That would be diet coke to detox, for all you chemical-free, straight edge, folks. Over a month now of Aspartame free living. Done. Dirty, done done. Do you hate it when someone finally gives up something after 20 years, and then jumps on a soapbox to tell you what he or she has been ignoring all this time? Well, prepare to hate while I note note the effects of my feat.

- First 2 weeks was passed in a rufied slumber of chemical withdrawal and flashing migraines. I almost downed an equal packet at its depth, but I did not have enough energy to tear open the packet.

- After a 24 hour sleep at the end of the 2 weeks, I woke up feeling like I was on a new and improved clean drug. Who knew I could get high off of water!!

- I love water! I hated it before, hated it like a dose of Nyquil. Now it is my invisible friend, who apparently is everywhere. I mean, I just open any tap, and there she is.

-Vanity doesn't kill, ABC, it saves! Even upon obsessively magnified examination, my skin is smooth and blemish free. I always thought my face was so juicy, and now it seems that those clusters of tiny pustules were actually excess aspartame oozing from the desert-scape that became my face.

- To expand on the subject of my face, I couldn't figure out what else had changed, except the bathroom light seemed brighter. Aha! The lightrays are not being sucked into my raccoon eyes anymore! They are gleefully bouncing off the same color, (ok, much closer to), the same color as the rest of my face, hence increasing overall illumination!

- I wish I could expand on additional skin effects, dream differences, and food cravings, but it is time to dress and depart. The final point is simple, I have the face of a baby's ass, and I can see better!

Monday, March 29

Good Bye DC, You'll Always be Special to Me

Goodbye, Friend

Metallic bubbles
Aluminum infused taste buds
Vibrating molars

Crackity fizz pop
Keens for my clutching embrace
Let's talk about this

Tab bore Diet Coke
Chemically infused rebound
Twenty year affair

Now we walk alone
Broken chain of bubble love
Never forgotten

Saturday, March 27

Small things that float my boat

first smell and sip of my morning coffee
inspiration from strangers, art, writing and such
me pero loco
learning to habla Espanol
two inch square canvasses - I've never actually bought one of these, but I like carrying them around the store
ooo, the craft store
games, any and all games
fortune telling
the plasticky smell of acrylic paint
the rubbery smell of white erasers

I'm sure there are more. I'm pretty easy to please. I might need to make a list of favorite smells.

Friday, March 26

Talkers to the right, Listeners to the left

No more denying it. I am so much more interested in reading other blogs than I am in writing my own. I come to my blog page just as a bookmark site in order to read the ones I love. I'm a bit embarrassed to be listed on other people's link lists, in the company of so many interesting writers. I do better answering survey questions or taking on interesting assignments like Law With Grace's, Stolen Words project. That is so cool to me, somehow. An opening line sends me in so many directions. Though I can't stand those paper journals with headers, who needs that? Well, I guess in internet land, I do.

This week I have been mired in social services land, and I'm not sure those stories are anything other than depressing to others. I feel like I need a good questionnaire.

Anyone have one for me?

Sunday, February 28


I have to put ointment in my eye each night to repair a scratch, and it coats my view with a film that reminds me of translucent insects. Silverfish are not the most translucent insect, but in my paintings so far, they are. They are, they are, what beautiful insects they are.

Friday, February 26

June Bug

Maybe it should be Junebug. Spring, payday, Friday all of which should make me feel peppy. But, I am only bursting with oozy eyed sluggishness. A slug, hmm, next drawing, yes.

Sunday, January 31

Intestine Fairy

Speaking of gut spilling, mine did so this summer. My intestines punched through my abdominal wall and rested in a fist sized bubble, precariously restrained by skin and my favorite leather belt. I am highly doctorphobic, which caused me to prep for surgery mostly by organizing important papers and cleaning out my underwear drawer. This little dude heard my panic and flew out of my paintbrush the night before surgery. Not many people get to meet their intestine fairy, but he sensed my urgency, revealed himself, and promised to wake me up if the doctor forgot. Thank you Intestine Fairy, maybe I can someday repay the favor.

Tuesday, January 26

Yo Palaverings

Right! Are we over-thinking, or being wisely cautious? Part of it is purely psychological, not wanting someone I don't like read my thoughts. But, what if I published a book? Would I add a byline that lists the people who will be neutralized if they pluck it from the shelves? Even if someone goes to the googlerrific effort of connecting my sites, so what, not like they have my home address.

Sometimes I want to write all of my aliases on one sheet of paper. I wonder if it would spontaneously combust. I don't even know what name appears when I comment elsewhere. It was Pearly Blythe for awhile. I chose that because it felt like the furthest thing from myself. But, I prefer Patty Purviss, my longtime and favorite alias. I actually could answer to Patty in a crowded room, though that, gasp, is not my real name. I was amused to find through googling, (wow, that is a word!), that there are actually a plethora of patty purvisses out there.

Patty Purviss, is that your Pledge Pin?!?!?

ps - thank you, lurking Yo, for responding and inspiring

Sunday, January 24


How many people link their blogs with other sites? people sites and blogs, selling sites, and neworky places? There are pros and cons to either choice, of course. Do I want someone who might buy a painting to read my ramblings? I think yes, though I can imagine exceptions. Over compartmentalizing makes me a little funny sometimes. Exacerbates my splitdom and confuses my roadmaps. I hate having multiple email addresses, passwords, and identities. Actually, I enjoy the various identities, I just lose track of their whereabouts.


I'm about to have something to say. Any minute now.