I found this square ceramic pot at Goodwill. It’s perfect for holding pencils. The crackle glaze is beautiful.
I think he actually was watching television.
Folks, don’t leave your iced coffee next to your brush water, especially when they’re in the same kind of cup.
Once again, Thomas hid his favorite squeaky ball under the couch, and once again I was a monster and didn’t retrieve it for him. He reserves the chiclet teefs of maximum perturbation for when he’s seriously annoyed with me.
mixed media in art journal
I am a horrible person who feels no pangs of regret when pulling spines off old books, to use in collage. But if I didn’t pull spines off books, you would never get to see the pretty stitching underneath.
The book’s pages will also be cut up and recycled.
Filed under Art, Photography
It rained, finally! And a decent rain, too.
A book on sketchbooks, written by a man, contains artwork mostly by men. Not at all surprising. Call them “visual journals” and the author will much more likely be a woman, and the artists represented will be mostly women. Art is for men, but craft is for ladypeople. I’m reminded of a Joanna Newsom interview in which she said that men were harpists and women were harp players. We don’t let women play in male spaces (still!), but we also devalue the spaces where women are allowed to play.
(I may not even have noticed, except I started to wonder how many drawings of teen boy sexual fantasies there would be in the book. A lot. And all of them drawn by men, so I looked at the artist bios and did a quick tally of the genders: 31 men, 10 women, and one non-binary person.)
Someone left a half-eaten milano cookie in the shrubbery outside the front door of my building. Thomas was really disappointed when I wouldn’t help him reach it.
Some sort of alchemy symbol appeared on my patio.