The Art & Poetry of Mary Coleman

I continued to work on the suit today. It’s coming along ever so slowly. So far I have re-worked the area I did yesterday and started on the middle bit. Tomorrow I am going to do the lower torso. I have yet to attempt the head because I am intimidated by the goggles. They seem like they are going to be difficult. Perhaps I should try and get them done and over with. We’ll see.

Roal Dahl is a bit of a pervert. His short stories are a bit perverted anyway. It’s weird to read these very adult tales (the last few I read were published in Playboy) and then think back to all his kid’s books that I read when I was little. Not that a children’s author can’t write something else, that’s fine, there’s just an extreme dichotomy between what Dahl wrote for kids and what he wrote for adults and it’s a little disconcerting.

I used to write short stories when I was younger. In fact, I was more into it than I was into painting once upon a time. Last year I took a local poetry class while I was experiencing artists block and I really enjoyed it. I can’t say I’m a good poet, but it was neat to do something completely different. For awhile I was writing a poem a day, but I sort of drifted from that when I got back into painting. Maybe I should pick it back up as a daily practice. Not something I would share with the world though.