I rarely watch television, but now have access to my computer while stitching so the inevitable Big Binge happened. My cousin recommended "The Man in the White Castle" and I was hooked from the start. A brilliant show. Twists and turns, profound characters brilliantly acted. Totally immersive to binge watch. Highly recommended! It is the kind of story you watch and the characters stay with you. I have no idea where I was when this came out -- in a way I am glad so I didn't have to wait between episodes.
Making great progress on the most current quilted piece. The stitching is almost complete, and I am on to building up some areas dimensionally a little bit, and then onto the beads. I am happy with the direction this is going because I have a lineup of photos behind this ready to be played with in the future. I was floating directionless for a bit, but now that this one is underway, I think I found the path to take. Great relief, here.
An artist always thinks their best work is yet to come. The unattainable art that is a high flying arrow that always misses the target by a hair. Challenge accepted, art gods, I'm not dead yet (though over the past year or so there were moments...)
Kizzy has made a good step forward behaviorally this week, as well. He came out of his cage to hang with me while I stitched, and tried sitting on my shoulder. Usually I do not let him up there because of the bite risk. If he gets startled, he will instinctually lean in to bite me to warn me of a threat. This kind of bite is usually not from aggression directed at the person - it rarely is. So, as the night was calm, I left him shoulder and he was probably the happiest bird in America for a while. He bobbed up and down and blushed, and didn't try to take my glasses or even deposit a poopie. He stayed there and calm for about 25 minutes and then chose to sit back on his chair. Progress is progress!
My poor birds bear the brunt of my over-sleeping. They are always fed and have fresh water, but I know I don't spend the time with them I should if I sleep as much as I need to. They still seem happy, and I'll try to make up for it this week. Oh, to be a bird parent. I am so fortunate to have these beautiful "fids" (feathered kids) as they make my empty house a home with their funny chatter and good humor. Unless you life with an intelligent bird, it would be very hard to understand the impact they have on your life. Unlike any other relationship - human or otherwise. I don't know how I ended up finding this little flock, but despite the difficulties of keeping them (and boy there are difficulties), I feel so grateful. It is a magical way to live. Peace out, everyone.