A Rainbow Connection?

Dear Robert,

*Snort*

Does this mean we're dating?

Love,

The ever-smitten Tess

"The Rainbow Connection" Sung by: Kermit the Frog

Something Bizarre: Myriapods - The Musical

Millepede's⎯they repulse me, and fascinate me.

• I think about what it would feel like to have one on your skin? Do I dare? Could I stand it?
• What sort of mindless coordination takes place for it to get moving? Is it mindless?
• Most eat and live in decaying plant matter... nice.

I spotted this little guy (?), slowly making his way across a path while on holiday this summer. I was mesmerized.

Are you bored? Play the catchy tune and look again ;)

Have you hugged you invertebrate today?

Love,

Tess

Vangelis - Theme from 'Chariots of Fire'

About 'Feeling Up' Brushes & Putting Paint on Canvas

I...am a dabbler. I dabble at this and I dabble at that.

I'm also a doodler⎯and yes, I've dabbled at drawing doodles ever since I could hold a pencil. I've wandered though art supply stores... fingering brushes, opening tubes of oil⎯reverently inhaling their aroma. I've visualized finished pieces, and hung them in the recesses of my mind. I've spent a lot of time thinking, and yearning, and talking about putting a brush to canvas, but didn't... until the beginning of this year.

Hmmmm... and you know what? Painting make me feel goooood; more than good⎯it makes me feel euphoric!

I am out of control (Huge coming from someone who organises her spice cabinet alphabetically) and I LIKE it!

I don't have to paint like him, or her, or you, or them, or ANYONE!

I don't have to use a fucking brush if I don't want to!

I don't even have to know what I'm doing!!

Ladies and gentlemen!: Would you please join me in shouting at the top of your lungs:

"TESS DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SHE'S DOING AND SHE LIKES IT!"

Now go sniff some paint, take off all your clothes, and run around naked! You think I'm kidding, but I'm noooot

This is my first painting, and I wanted to share it with you.

'When I Close My Eyes' By: Tess

I have seen variations of this image, when I close my eyes, for as long as I can remember.

Are you afraid?

Am I crazy?

Do I have a tumor?

What does it mean?... I don't know!!

Translating this image to canvas was difficult, because I wanted it to be perfect, and it's not; but it doesn't have to be⎯and we don't have to be...

Why are you still dressed?

Love,

Tess

Something Bizarre: The Happiest Place on Earth?

So. I was strolling through my local China Town a few weeks ago and I came across this...

O___o WTF?

Guess what you're getting for Christmas this year?

Yep. your very own Mayan Mickey... assuming the position⎯and before you ask... Of course they'll be stocking stuffers.

That's it for now.

Love,

Tess

Poetic Gestures

Ah, God, the Way Your Little Finger Moved

by Stephen Crane

Ah, god, the way your little finger moved

As you thrust a bare arm backward

And made play with your hair

And a comb a silly gilt comb

Ah, God⎯that I should suffer

Because of the way a little finger moved.

That's it for now.

Love,

Tess