So productive.
I updated my user info, polished nails read The Tell-Tale Heart and texted friend for her birthday. I'm so lazy it scares me. That story always makes my blood run cold; I keep imagining the old man shivering in the dark, knowing something embodying all his fears was in the room with him.
We just had a mini storm with an innordinate amount of thunder. Surprisingly, the rain poured down afterward; it rarely rains heavily here when the thunder shows off. It made me restless and this is bad because I need to work on some notes for a meeting on Tuesday. The thunder's still rattling around and poor Azzurri is camped under the bed.
I was going through my old files the other day and I found some images of Alice Aycock's and Judy Chicago's work.
The Dinner Party by Judy Chicago.
Some pics of the individual settings
Virginia Woolf's place.
Sojourner Truth's.
Primordial Goddess'
Hatshepsut's.
A section of The Quilting Bee Project.
Two views of East River Roundabout by Alice Aycock.
Spiral Stair Encircling a Cone; Suspended Cyclone Fragment by Alice Aycock
Star Sifter by Alice Aycock.
Waterworks Installation by Alice Aycock.
The Islands of the Moon and Stars by Alice Aycock.
