Carol Kroll

A studio update

Well, I’m back to making my things again. Thus the brief silence on this blog. And the delinquency of answering family and friends back. Sorry. I’m working on it though. When the things start being made, my social retardation kicks in.

Currently, I’m making a series of paintings dealing with Alice In Wonderland as I feel like I have been searching for an elusive white rabbit lately. (Lately?) I have to be honest, I’m not sure I like these. I’m tempted to toss them. I wont. But I’m tempted. I don’t need people to make me feel nice about that fact either, so thank you, but don’t. That isn’t why I said/wrote that. I really am just trying to figure out if I like this direction or not. It’s a borrowed subject and not one of my own and I’m not sure I feel good about that. Hard to explain.

I’m also making another song called “The Buried Heart”. It involves, yes, you may have guessed, a buried heart in a dead bloody pile of leaves, drinking to excess and falling asleep inside one’s soul for the past 2 years. I am really hoping to post something tonight. It all depends on if I get the cadence down on my lyrics which is proving to be a struggle. Then there is the whole business of harmonies. Hm. Well, stay tuned. There are 3 others

in the hopper too, I just have had other real life duties to tend to.

Artist, Jem has a new album out and it is exquisite. Yes, I can be into trip-hoppy symphonic poppiness at times. I don’t always have to be art nouveau. And besides, Im not sure she should be labeled in the mainstream category anyway. Regardless, this album makes me dance. Some of her songs on this new diddy even made me break down and bawl which is a new concept for me. I think it’s all the letting go I have done. The dancing is preferred over the bawling however. But sometimes they both have to happen.

Let’s see what else….well, yesterday I had a day of errands. One took me to the bookstore (Barnes and Noble, though I prefer Borders and now I think I have a good reason why) I get up to the counter and the guy asks me if I want one of those pay to save cards which I think is ironic, and politely declined. THEN he says sort of snidely:

“ Come on. You look like a good book buyer….”

…and then rambled off the 300 ways I could save money by spending $25 on his card. But I stopped at the “ you look like a good book buyer” and decided I was a little irritated by that comment.

What does a good book buyer look like? And how do I fit the description, exactly? I have eyes and can read? Or i look like a nerd? Sure.

I just thought it quite curious. I should have stopped and asked him “what do you mean by that?” but I didn’t want to hear him talk anymore to hear an answer.

And last night, as I was watching TV for a bit, the Criss Angel Mind Freak Show advertised in all its supenseful drama filled glory. I guess he has a date with a car crash off a cliff and its debatable if he is going to live.

Ok. Here is (FINALLY) why I’m not buying his crap. And I have actually wondered “Well? Maybe there is some validity to his little show.”

No. I wonder no longer.

There exists GOOGLE. And internet news. We would already have known if death was a part of the show. So save the crocodile tears my friend. You’re a business man making a lot of cash out of this little farce. And really, why shouldn’t you.