Wednesday, February 17, 2016
The project was to slap paint on a sheet of paper, in just 20 seconds (I couldn't do it in less than 30 seconds), scribble over that with a graphite crayon, then blot with another sheet of paper. Then, after the piece was dry, to over paint it, leaving some of the original painting in some places, covering over some areas completely with opaque paint, and letting other places show through transparent paint.
I'm happy with all of these.
Tomorrow is my birthday, February 18. The eighteenth of February is a strange day, although just one of twelve presumably strange days in the year...because it is on the cusp of two astrological signs, in this case, Aquarius and Pisces. Until I was 28, I thought my sign was Aquarius (air sign) because all the commercial magazines that have horoscopes in them list February 18 as Aquarius, and some even say February 19 is the last day of Aquarius.
However, when I had my chart done in the late 70s by an astrologer, it turned out that I'm a Pisces (water sign). For February 18, and I would suspect for each of the other 11 cusp days in the year, whether you are one sign or the other is dependent on what year you were born and what time of day your birth occurred.
I've always felt as though I was standing in two worlds -- the outer world and the inner world -- and when I learned I was right on the cusp, that feeling began to make sense. When I look at my life as a whole, I can see that I spent the earlier part of it in the outer world, and that I am now fully ensconced in the inner world. In other words, I went from being an airhead to being a water baby. This I can relate to.
I had my chart done three times over the years, but the first was the only one that nailed it. By which I mean the difficulties that I would subsequently encounter throughout my life were spelled out right there in that view of where the planets were at the moment of my birth, replete with squares and oppositions all over the place (compared to a chart with a lot of conjunctions and trines, which indicate harmony and ease).
I've known an inordinate number of people in my life who had the same birthday as me -- a couple of them were lovers, and one I was even in relationship with for three years. That last one was definitely an Aquarius. He was several years older than me, and we couldn't have been more different, in the end. When we met, though, I was all "woo woo" because we had the same birthday. That was probably why I got involved with him in the first place, being I was in my occult-mystical phase at the time. I thought the fact that we shared the same birthday meant something. It didn't.
And Happy Birthday to D.A., a blog reader whose birthday is also February 18.
Enough said for now.