First Ever Blog Post.

Ok, wow.  My first post ever.  Here goes.  I had all kinds of ideas for what I was going to say here but I'll just keep it simple for now.  I live on an island a ferry ride from Seattle.  I've noticed it takes a certain kind of person to live on an island.  A person who wants some sense of separation from the rest of the world.  We've been here almost 3 years now and I'm still developing that theme.  The others I encounter here are an odd lot, an assemblage of characters including the Buddhist monk in saffron colored robes who walks our island's roads beating a drum (for peace I think?), the peacocks who occasionally perch themselves on my roof and shriek,  and the jogging juggler.  My husband is the local "cat artist" at the co-op gallery and during the week commutes to his job with a computer game company in Seattle.  I am the crazy cat lady (we have five) who holes up in her house unless the world is looking a little less chaotic and terrifying on any given day and perhaps safe for a little venturing out to test the waters.  I am an archivist when I'm working, and a part time assemblage artist and writer.  I like symmetry, order and predictability.  Which I don't often get. My art may be an attempt to make sense of the random pieces of life, but except for those few fleeting moments of clarity (AHA!), it usually doesn't.  I read ALOT.  I research ALOT.  I crave information.  Which is not always a good thing.   These solitary pursuits suit my introvert nature, but also make me susceptible to the same curmudgeonly retreat from the world that my father engaged in often.  Maybe we are part troll.  I fight it when I think it is an unhealthy impulse, but sometimes it's hard to tell....