Wish I could say they are mine, my brother breeds them, I am so in love

The little milk belly just keels me

So I feel like I should comment about Alice in Wonderland since I posted about it in an earlier post. I went to see it on Friday of last week and while the visuals and characters were fascinating (of course!) the story itself left something to be desired. A bit disappointed I am

Helena Bonham Carter as the Red Queen was my fav, no surprise there. And, well Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter, whats not to love. And I adored the Cheshire Cat. About mid way I noticed it felt like there was no 3d and while some people find 3d annoying I enjoy it especially for movies such as Alice that are based a lot on the visual. The story begins with Alice returning from having left Wonderland as a young girl and now of marrying age, once again she falls down a rabbit hole and that was exciting. I was so ready for it! But it was less and less enchanting as it wore on until it culminated in a battle scene between Alice and a creature and that, nah, not so good. Still, there was plenty of charming, clever and and artistic aspects to keep me entertained. I’d say two stars. Out of four.

Speaking of ALice In Wonderland, I really like Trevor Browne’s illustrations which are available in prints. And, the 80 page hardback book.

Speaking of movies, I did watch the Oscars yesterday (nearly all day)!
I’m glad The Hurt Locker won best picture, not only because after 82 years of Oscars its the first time a woman has won but because I thought it deserved it. While Avatar was all flashy and expensive to make, I mentioned before that the story itself has been told before. The Hurt Locker was very meaty and different. The idea of war being addictive which is the premise of the movie is so interesting and relevant. I watched GI Jane yesterday (remember that with Demi Moore) and I thought about the hurt Locker because while in training for the Navy Seals, the exercises although tough, had a lot of excitement, by that I mean jumping from planes, rafting, flying, etc, things that thrill seeker type personalities would love and then of course the adrenaline rush of overcoming adversity, of succeeding and getting stronger. All big ego trips. And addictive I think. In the hurt Locker there is that adrenaline rush when the guy who takes apart bombs before they blow has only minutes to save lives including his own. When all is said and done, in spite of the danger nothing else in real life can compare. Its Russian roulette.

I knew Sandra Bullock was the favorite for the best actress category but I was so hoping for a surprise, like Gabourey Sidebe!! Every time I have seen her interviewed I am so in awe of how at ease she is with her appearance. She is not self conscious or apologetic at all about her weight and she has a delightful and infectious Joie de vivre. I am bummed that I still havn’t seen Precious. I really want to see Monique’s performance.

In other news, I feel like I need to post a picture so here is my Heart Joya that finally has a new leaf after over a year! yay!

I’m very excited to have a piece in the exhibit, if you live in southern cali and like Low brow you will like this show with over 150 artists.

I dunno, I couldn’t resist this

I ordered these slippers last Thursday, they arrived fast from Zappos. Got the hubster a pair as well in a different style for his birthday he is a leap year baby. Uggs hold up well and are super comfy.

I bought this print from artist Linden Lorenson, how could I resist, a pug and a Barbie!

Its countdown to Alice in Wonderland!! This week! finally after months of waiting.

The Red Queen
(Disney)
The first thing you notice about Helena Bonham Carter in the role of the Red Queen is the size of that noggin. “Oh, it’s true, I can’t even look at Helena anymore because now her real head just seems like a small orange — like she’s got some shrunken head,” Burton deadpans. But when he looks at the Red Queen, he thinks of two people — one of his own relatives and the infamous real-estate baroness known as the “queen of mean.” “She reminds me of pictures I’ve seen of Leona Helmsley. There’s a tiny bit of elements of my mother in there too, for some strange reason. And Helena brings her own things to it too.”

Mad Hatter
(Disney)
Johnny Depp’s latest has made a specialty of hiding his leading-man cheekbones within oddball disguise and the latest is a google-eyed hat maker who’s gone around the bend. The shock of tangerine curls jutting from beneath his hat and his orange-rimmed eyeballs hint at the story lineage of his madness; orange-tinted mercury was once used in the manufacture of felt in Victorian England and it seeped through the scalp skin with some nasty side effects. Burton liked the idea of orangeness for another more personal reason. “There is something really scary about orange hair. Every performer in my childhood who had orange hair, it seemed to signify that they … were not to be trusted and could be dangerous. Bozo, Carrot Top, Ralph Malph…”

A couple of weeks I was at the book store and noticed a book by the ever awesome Camille Rose Garcia, her very own brand of “Alice in Wonderland” illustrations, I would have bought it but the the actual illustrations were very small, and just sides to the written word. If a picture book comes out I will get it to add to my collection. She has a show coming up of the original works at Merry Karnowsky which is here in southern cali. I hope to find time to go see it.

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In between working on Fight Club girls and munnys, I’m working out ideas for hand puppets.

Today I have to pack up paintings to send to Puerto Rico, I am enchanted with the idea of some of my paintings hanging in the homes of people so far away.

Pugs are snoring. The ducks did not stop by this morn. Jerry is working and I am on the puter with Lorena Mckennit in the background.

Lately I have listened to this over and over, I just love it, of course I am also a red hot chili peppers fan and this version just rocks my boat.

By the Vitamin String Quartet, “Snow, (Hey Oh)”

Referring to the recent news story about a Killer whale at Sea World (or the like) and the trainer who drowned while working with said whale, I don’t think that killer whale should be killed. I think they should put him back in his natural environs. It always amazes me when people blame wild animals for behaving like wild animals. People choose to take a risk when they work with them. Crocodile hunter, that guy who went to alaska to live with bears, that circus trainer who got mauled by that giant white tiger, the lady who’s face got torn off by a chimpanzee, and on and on. Its just crazy, if we aren’t going to eat them maybe we should just let them live their lives the way they were born to do.

Yesterday I drove to work with the top down, at about 65 degrees its perfect for me, I adore the cool wind in my face, its soothing and uplifting. Especially past the ocean, where the sun gently breaks through the breeze. I know I have said it before. I am always surprised by just how many ideas occur to me and moments of sheer gratefulness and happiness for no real worries. And, notions of compassion. Compassion occurs to me very often. I keep thinking about a documentary I saw a few days ago on HBO called the Reporter who spends his life reporting atrocities in other countries, how meaningful and rich his life is. And, how difficult it is to continuously report in a way that hopefully exacts change. But his unfailing compassion is what really moved me, inspiring.

I heard Mr and Mrs duck from the bedroom before I got up this morning so I opened the blinds to take a peek at them while they were completely unaware of me as they glided and pecked at the pool water and to my surprise they were doing some kind of dance where in they were bouncing their heads in unison when suddenly, boomp! mating. right in the pool. somehow that dosn’t sit well with me. Heh, they may be overstaying their welcome. :b

“It’s a man’s movie, supposedly, so why did I think it was the best feminist statement of the 90s? Maybe because it was time to watch a man learn what women have always known: That living a life defined by home furnishings, fashion, commercialized domesticity and constant messages about how your body should look can literally drive you batty.” Sheerly Avni

I don’t think I will ever grow up or get tired of playing with toys