The gray waves of the brain, rising like mountains and falling again.

Time Drawn: June 2009

There are some days I just can’t get two brain cells to rub together. This week has been full of such days.

There’s a small variety of reasons why I can’t concentrate. The heat’s the big one, so’s my body chemistry getting off for a variety of reasons (feminine reasons, mainly). And my social energy is still running really low, and it’s draining off my physical energy. Maybe one or two small other reasons, but they all add up to my being unable to concentrate on one thing for long.

…Perhaps I should explain some of those further. I do have some odd quirks that have lead to a few Sharayah-specific terms.

Well, the heat’s not a specific term. That one’s pretty self-explanatory. The only way it’s unusual is that for whatever reason my brain doesn’t want to fully function when the weather goes above 70 degrees. Which, alas, is about five months of the year here. I really need to move somewhere cool enough that I don’t lose half the year to brain-melting…

As for my body chemistry, I seem to have a better grasp on what my body needs than most people. I can tell when my pH balance is off, for instance, and can fix it by drinking some lemonade to get more acid in my diet or the like. It’s tough to explain (sort of like describing sight to a blind person, really), but I’m getting input from my bloodstream that tells me when something is off, and lets me fix it fairly easily. I inherited this from my Dad, who does the same thing. I’m not sure if it’s an odd genetic quirk or if everyone has this ability but never uses it.

Social energy is another one that’s a bit tough to explain. It comes from me being both highly introverted and social phobic. Introverts have their energy drained from being around people, and need alone time to bring it back. And suppressing my social phobia enough to interact with people in the first place also drains energy. It’s a separate energy source from physical energy. I can be fully rested but if my social energy is drained, I still won’t be able to force myself to interact with people. It acts like a separate store of energy that’s drained by socialization and restored by alone time (with stuff like video games and reading recharging it faster).

It’s not fully separate, though. If my social energy is drained from too much socializing (and even just being in the same room as someone drains it, if slowly), and I still need to use it, it starts pulling from other sources of energy, such as physical and mental. As a result, I get major negative reactions from using a source of energy for a different sort of job. If it’s my mental energy that’s mainly getting drained, I get depressed, sometimes severely. If it’s my physical energy, I start feeling icky and just can’t force myself to do anything physical. Which is the form that’s been hitting this last week.

These drawbacks are actually rather logical. If I’m feeling too off physically, I’ll rest, which will both restore my physical energy the standard way, and help restore my social energy by giving me a lot of alone time. And if I’m depressed, I’m not in the mood to interact with anyone and spend my time playing internet games or something low-brain-power, which restores those two energies quickly.

Still, quickly is a relative term. I can get out of the drawback stage fairly quickly, but rebuilding my reserves of social energy so I have it to use when dealing with them there human people can take months. Especially if I have other things draining my energy stores. Like the heat, and that irritating monthly occurrence we women have to deal with. Which leads to weeks where the operative term is “blah”.

  

Celtic Strawberry

Time Painted: Fall 2010

This piece was an experiment on two levels. First, I painted it on black construction paper (the heaviest black paper I could find), and second, well, it’s a Celtic knotwork strawberry! Have you ever seen that before?!

I had fun laying out the lines, figuring out how to give a hint of the seeds using them. The lines on the leaves mimic the veins you find if you look closely at them.

Working on black paper meant several difficulties. First, it takes a lot of paint to build up a strong enough color. When you’re working on white, even the slightest tint shows, but on black, it fades into the background. It took me a long time to finally get to the right hues, painting and repainting the entire thing several times. I suspect that’s part of why it has a luminous look. The paint I use has a bit of transparency to it, so all the layering shows through.

I really wish I could find a thicker black paper, one that has a non-water soluble dye. if you see the faint color variation in the background, it’s from the wrinkles on the paper. some parts of the paper collected a bit too much water and the dye flowed to other parts of the page.

Which leads to an interesting discover; black construction paper is actually a really dark purple. It does make a bit of sense. If you compare a gray and a purple of about the same value level, the purple does look darker. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a bit cheaper too.

Finding think black paper is difficult. Most places don’t dye their thicker papers, and none of the thinner ones can stand up to the water I use in my painting. Perhaps I’ll have to experiment with dying my own paper at some point.

I really do like how working on black makes the piece glow in a very different way than working on white does.

  

Red Jellyfish in a Green Sea – ah, the joys of complementary colors.

Location Taken: North Sydney, Nova Scotia
Time Taken: July 2012

The ferry was turning the sea pale green as I stood there watching the boat work on debarking. I looked down. There, far below the deck I was standing on, was a small school of red jellyfish, tossed around by the churning waters.

It was challenging to get a photo of them. It was a long ways down, at the limit of my camera’s zoom, and both the water and the jellies were moving. Still, I got a few good shots.

The teal-green of the water and the brown-red of the jellyfish are a beautiful pairing.

This particular jellyfish is a Lion’s Mane Jellyfish. Well, at least that’s the more common name for them. The first name I heard was Arctic Red Jellyfish, the name they use on Prince Edward Island, and based on all the specimens I saw, this is a more accurate name. Every one was this lovely dark red-brown, which looks pretty different from most pictures of Lion’s Mane jellies I can find online. Now, all of the ones I saw were pretty small, ranging between two or three inches across to a foot or so across, and Lion’s Mane jellyfish change color as they age, but every single one was the same red color… I prefer the Arctic Red name, it’s more descriptive of what I saw.

And I did see a lot of them. One of my favorite moments in the past year was while I was visiting Prince Edward Island. It’s the smallest Canadian province, by far, and very domesticated. Farms and small towns were everywhere. The soil is a nice rust red, and is full of iron. It produces excellent tasting crops, especially potatoes. They’re also home to the best ice cream in the world, Cows. Seriously, if you ever run across a Cows store, buy some ice cream. It’s marvelous.

We spent the night at the national park on the island, the not very originally named Prince Edward Island National Park, camping right near the beach. They actually have decently warm ocean water here, despite being so far north, thanks to warm water coming from the St. Lawrence River, so I biked over to the beach and went swimming. And quickly spotted that I wasn’t the only one in the water. There was a whole school of Arctic Red jellyfish, the largest one only about six inches across, floating in the waves. My swimming outfit includes pants, so I wasn’t afraid of them bumping into my legs as I would have been in a normal swimsuit. This turned swimming with jellyfish from a potentially scary situation to pure awesomeness. I even went back to shore to grab my glasses so I could get a good look at them. I was still careful not to let them bump into me, but it was more for their sake than mine. It was fascinating watching them float, gently swimming to keep from being washed ashore.

This is why I now include Arctic Red jellyfish in my favorite animals list.

  

I’m too blah to think of a title.

Location Taken: On the water south of Argentia, Newfoundland
Time Taken: July 2012

My head hurts, I’m not sleeping too well, the weather’s too hot, and my dog keeps barking and waking me up since the neighbors are doing construction work. Which is also waking me up. And I messed up the schedule of posts this week. And it’s two in the afternoon when I’m writing this.

So here, pretty picture. Enjoy.

  

Last neuron reporting for duty, si- *bang!* So much for that…

Location Taken: Savage, Maryland
Time Taken: April 2010

Weeee~!

Fuzzy violets!

As fuzzy as my brain!

Brain no work too well. Brain take vacation, avoid heat. Too bad body can’t come on vacation too. Body has to stay and updated blog. Is challenging without brain.

Violets pretty. They in pretty landscaping in place near here. Lots of mulch. Mulch is great stuff. Toss dead tree on ground! Scares weeds so they don’t grow!

Other plants visible too. They are magenta-colored! Can’t tell much else. So sad.

Brain declares post done. Body confused, thought brain wasn’t close enough to talk things to write-blog-thing. Bye bye!