I like Mer and I like art. I like Mer art. My favorite piece hangs above my desk. Ethan, my youngest nephew, brought it with him on the Amtrac ride across the US with his family (they visited "The West" this past July). The happy Mer seem to have nothing better to do than pose for the artist. Ethan expressed pride in drawing the bikini completely on his own (and my niece, Sasha, Ethan's older sister, confessed she helped by drawing the "six pack" on the merman's belly); I didn't tell him I prefer bare-breasted mermaids.
I've had a splash of interest in my Merworld Fantasy Beul Nam Beinn this past week. A local book club have selected it as their read for the month (and they will visit my home with "wine, cheese and all sorts of food" in January so they might ask me questions related to the novel). Owners of Mr. Happy's, a Cortez establishment of fine food, drink and live performances, asked if I'd be interested in having a reading. Cortez being in the high desert of Colorado's western slope, we need a little Mer to liven up our lives.
As I was jogging this morning an idea floated to the surface- why not a Mer Art contest? It is unlikely anyone can create a piece as fine as Ethan's Mer, but someone might come close. The winner will be selected early in the new year and given a signed copy of Beul Nam Bienn along with a post on my website. It's all about having fun and being creative. Why not give it a try?
Morning is here. My current lifestyle is one of dragging myself to work and dragging myself home. It's tough. My life is out of balance.
Last evening, I found myself hiking over to the Carpenter Nature at the north edge of town. It was quiet and I had the setting to myself (except for the occasional rabbit scurrying or bird flit from sage to sage).
When I go out for one of these quiet adventures, I pause to take in the sunset. This was a special night though. Equally spectacular to the sun setting like a hallow to the "head" of the Sleeping Ute Mountain was a full moon rising over the La Plata Mountains to the east. I had my camera and took some pictures to post.
Speaking of the full moon, tonight I'm hosting a potluck. Since I'll be making some mango margaritas, I suspect the potluck will turn into a party. While I can appreciate the spectrum of quiet solitude to boisterous partying. Last night I needed some quiet. What I need tonight is a party.