Assemblage.

I have been dying to do an assemblage for ages. I've had vague project ideas in the past, but no one concept ever struck me enough for anything to materialize besides a sketch. Today, driving back from Lubbock, Rick said something to me about all the propellers that I have at the house, and that I can, and should, do something artsy with them. And six hours later, this is what I gave birth to. The structures on top are actually the "skeleton" of a rudder and an elevator off of one of Rick's old crashed planes. Some of the parts, like those long wire things and the servo, are off of the same plane. Some of the stuff is vintage, like that "wing" card, the propeller on top, and all the papers that line the back of the box. I'm not entirely sure if it's done - I want Rick to take a look at it. We went to fly around 7:00, and I told him I was going to work on this tonight, and he said he was actually excited to see what I came up with.

He's interested in my art. Somebody pinch me.

My back kind of hurts right now because I've been standing up for four hours straight, working on this. My hands and arms are smeared with paint and glue, and I need to wash my hair. Before I commence said task, however, I will list some random events from today:

• I did something TOTALLY Dukes of Hazard in the car today, which was scary and fun all at the same time. It was Rick's fault.
  
• My parents, both siblings, and my nephew came to visit me this evening, which was cool.
• My hamster....I am completely in love with my hamster.
• I worked on my golf swing a little and realized I was gripping the club wrong. NICE.
• We ate at Weinerschnitzel.

I have GOT to get in the shower and in bed. Here is a little detail shot from my assemblage:

The 54 stands for Rick's 50cc gas plane, which is a Yak54.
Goodnight, Peeps.