The Artistic Curse...

It is a well known fact that art projects tend to take on a life of their own...

But why do they always have to do it five minutes before I have to walk out the door?

Ms. Betty

Distracted

So after all that talk the other day about much I'm enjoying working on my new painting I'm not doing that much actual work on it. I seem to have had my attention completely diverted.

By what?

By this:ropes r
maymay posted it on Male Submission Art the other day and ever since I saw it I can't seem to get it out of my mind.

Though not for the reasons you might think, despite the very nice bottom in the picture. ;) I keep staring at it wondering just how they tied those knots. It was the Top's first attempt at bondage, apparently so it's more a one off than a pattern to follow. I love it, though, especially those ropes running between the legs. For someone anally sensitive ropes rubbing up against their crack can be very stimulating. (they are also very handy for holding plugs and such in place.)

Over all it's a very unique tie. And I want to figure out how to duplicate it, or at least something like it (you are reading the blog of the Lady who repositioned the skyline of Paris because she didn't like the shape, after all) with my own flavor.

Hm...I'm going to need a guinea pig.

Ms. Betty

Slinging Paint

I've been neglecting this blog again. It seems that when we bloggers have interesting things happening we're usually too busy to write about them and when we do have time to write there is usually very little going on worth writing about.

These days most of my interesting goings on are taking place in the professional sphere. I could write about them but somehow it doesn't quite feel right. These men come to me for discretion. I don't think they'd appreciate ending up as blog fodder.

And then there's the big reason I haven't been writing. As the title of this post suggests, I've been busy painting. Risky as the weather is usually isn't very art friendly this time of year but we're having a nice string of clear skies and warm temperatures and I know better than not to work when inspiration strikes.

The canvas I'm working on is very large and this is the most technically challenging painting I've started to date. So far it's gone fairly well so I'm happy with it, but it's leaving me little time to write especially as writing and painting at the same time can be difficult.

Some of you may not know this, but images and spacial relations are processed in a very different part of the brain from language and going back and forth between them is a bit like running down a long hallway from one end of a house to the other. It takes awhile and doing it too much can get tiring very quickly.

I'm also discovering that sometimes it can be hard to shift from a painting headspace to a kinky headspace. Interesting, as I'm always thinking kinky but when the phone rang the other day it took me several long moments to switch gears enough to remember who I was talking to and what we were talking about. That is very odd for me.

I suppose it's because like painting, kinkiness is a creative activity, at least for me. When I'm channeling creative energy one place it's hard to redirect it someplace else.

So for now I'll stick with the paint. I'll try to let my loyal readers know I'm still alive once in awhile, though.

Ms. Betty