Mojo in a Minute …. or Seventeen
The alarm was ringing from underneath the bed frame. During my moments of slumber last night, the wildest dream of myself sharing the stage with the band and stage diving ina sea of aquatic animals all wearing speedos and bikini tops for the lady animals, as the music rang louder and louder while the entire scene began to descend underneath the water line, and the evening dream begins.
It was this moment when I, after further review of the scene around me, kicked over the night lamp and everything on top of it. Laying slightly on the opposite end of the bed, head to toe style, the hours seemed rather long while resting. Usually the type of person to check and check and check and check with constant rollovers, flips and flops in search of the cool part of the area surrounding me, it did not occur.
Lazily, reaching for the alarm, scrambling and scurrying about for the noise source underneath me -
Silence. Mission accomplished.
Mrs. Littenfield was away for the weekend so breakfast was going to be a solo sport this morning. Bless her Heart.
Relieving myself from the bedroom and facilities, greeted by faces and expressions of early morning routine from a few visitors from yesterday, “my apologies for the extended noise this morning. I dropped the alarm underneath the bed frame in the night.”
Without a word, the duo led the way downstairs in a slow, below average pace towards the stairwell and the physical descent down the stairway into the main level of Javascript.
“If you like, I can prepare you two some breakfast and coffee - “
“YES!, Coffee, please! Thank you so much”, the duo agreed in unison.
Usually, when you walk into the kitchen space where Mrs. Littenfield does her thing within this lab for anything and everything culinary, your senses - all five of them - are well served while in the presence of her majestic essence.
But, she was away, so the present moment called upon the semi-novice culinary skills of “Sir, Allen de Cul De Sac” Baker. Griller. Fryer. Sauter. (I have the Apron and everything).
Peeking into the dual door mega fridge covered in rock stickers, art, notes, lyrics, and Mrs. Littenfield photo from last Halloween, I begin piecing together a rather large order for the entire house to enjoy once their appetites approached nourishing levels.
Considering a lot of us are very light eaters throughout the mansion, our portions and servings can vary depending on just who is around for the day. Small crowd? finger foods and sweet treats. Large crowd? thick plates and heavy portions are on deck. For this early morning rising, we have an even portion spread for the humans underneath the Javascript roof.
Neatly sliced potato crisps, 2 Tropicana beverages, the hot pot of coffee, the kitchen television on mute as the morning market news ticker ran insights of information for the duo to review, (back to the menu) these buttered and flake morning biscuits that demands 12 minutes inside of the oven, a tray of eggs for delivering unique scrambles and sunny-sides + also allowing for self serving options of omelettes if desired for those who were interested, light breakfast patties, some tupperware bowls already pre-cut and washed with morning fruit and veggies, bottles of water, A WHOLE lot of napkins, plates, forks, cups, and our special dessert order for those who enjoy a nice sweet treat for the road - it happens.
This spread took all of an hour to set, prep, and place before the hungry occupants of Javascript for the morning.
Quite impressive, I sent the photo to Regina and told her to come by if she was hungry, plus I needed to discuss with her some plans and things within the estate.
She arrived a few hours later.
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2:00pm.
The afternoon was all mine to continue working in the lab of mine and finish up a series piece that is going inside of the entrance way for visiting and guests to view. A Contribution piece for the CREW of Javascript. The ten of us in this weird multicolored collage, alternative guys and girls on top and bottom, twisting the color schemes of the expressions of each member, adding that old school drug induced appeal that I use to be very fond of during my pre SEO days and, hopefully, the framing for this unit can be expressed with open ending cornering, keeping everyone as a unit but parked and spaced within a unique file setting of their own energies and auras that we each bring to the canvas individually and uniquely for the estate.
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9:23pm.
The ten person spread - 5 on top and 5 on the bottom - was formed, framed, and the paper sheeting for the canvas application was set and placed. The next phase that was to come is the priming of the materials and have them ripe and ready for FULL artistic expression.
Another fun day in the studio.
-AM
