Author: Shelly

Art, Crankypantsing, Journals, Meta

More Dada Journal

Shelly

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Dada Journal, entries from February-March 2005

I was asked how I journaled in a book made from magazine pages, so I thought I’d post more examples from my Dada Journal. Sometimes a visual aid works better than an explanation. These entries were from February-March, during the time when the MoonPie of Delight was in the shop (timing belt and cam shaft bolt/pin). There’s also a rant about new “ergonomic” office furniture (any day now!) and a tangent about the original Star Trek series. I’ve now rewatched every episode and I swear William Shatner flashed his breasts more than any other man in the history of teevee. My theory is that the series ended because they ran out of ways for Captain Kirk to lose his shirt.

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Dada Journal, Front Cover

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Dada Journal, Foredge Open

I thought I’d add some overall photos of the book. For some reason, Hello is acting cranky. It will only upload uncropped versions of the photos, even though they’ve been cropped, resized, rotated, and saved to an entirely different file. Hrmph. So, we’re going with Flickr. I still don’t like the image sizes Flickr provides. The thumbnails are too small and at 240 pixels, the “small” images are too large. Or, maybe I’m just cranky and need to go take a nap in Baby Bear’s bed?

Pets

Rainy Day

Shelly

After a stretch of almost too-gorgeous weather, today turned gross and rainy. Pandora is napping on top of the heat register. Leave it to a cat to suck up all the heat in the house. The dogs had a riotous game of biteyface in the mud and are now sacked out for their after dinner naps–Harriet on my bed (with her binkey) and Elliott on the couch.

Art, Collage, Paintings

I Shall Not Go to Heaven

Shelly

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I Shall Not Go to Heaven
I Shall Not Go to Heaven
assemblage (bone and mirror) with acrylic and ink adhered to watercolor paper
5 1/2 x 3 3/4 inches

These are three steps in the collage process. I started with one of the uglier paintings, figuring I could hardly make things worse. I added a bit of metallic gold ink, which didn’t do a whole lot to help matters. The hand print was a step in the right direction, though. I like the way the metallic gold ink shows through the black ink of the hand print even though the black ink is on top. (And, for once, the metallic quality of the gold ink is actually showing up.) With the addition of a piece of mirror and some tiny chicken rib bones the piece is, I think, complete.

Art, Collage, Paintings

Boats

Shelly

Little Gold Boat
Little Gold Boat

Little Red Boat
Little Red Boat
acrylic wash and Prismacolor on paper
3 3/4 x 5 1/2 inches

These are a couple of finished pieces from the watercolor collage experiment. The backgrounds were done with watered down acrylic on 140 lb watercolor paper. I used Prismacolor to darken and alter the color of selected areas. The gold boat was made from a piece of Burpee catalog paper coated with metallic gold paste. The red boat was made from origami paper.

Crankypantsing

That Ain’t Natural

Shelly

I just found a half a loaf of bread that had fallen off the top of the microwave and got hidden behind a box of cereal. The bread is old enough that I don’t remember buying it. It’s not the least bit molded, which is really disturbing: the use by date is February 14 (presumably 2005). I could understand it if this were white bread. That stuff has a shelf life that rivals Twinkies. This was 100% whole wheat bread, though. I’ll keep this experience in mind the next time I’m tempted to buy something besides Ezekiel bread.

Art, Bookarts, Collage

More Vessels

Shelly

A Book of Vessels: Tomato Toque
A Book of Vessels: Tomato Toque

A Book of Vessels: Green Tea
A Book of Vessels: Green Tea

A Book of Vessels: Gorilla Fish
A Book of Vessels: Gorilla Fish

A Book of Vessels: Eden Sundress
A Book of Vessels: Eden Sundress

These are the latest in my series for the Vessels book. The round spinner dials on many of the collages came from the Dial-a-Tale book I found at a thrift store. I took the book apart and used the cover for a book I made. Most of the illustration from the book are pretty bad, but there were a few I saved, thinking I might be able to use them for collage.

Uncategorized

Food for Thought

Shelly

I recently stumbled across Rebecca Blood’s blog (What’s in Rebecca’s Pocket?) and am enjoying it. It’s always guaranteed to provide food for thought. And, not junk food, either; this is good, nourishing grub. Most of the content is concerned with social and cyber issues. One of the things I like most about Rebecca’s blog, though, is its tone. Rebecca’s voice is a refreshing island of humor and reason in a shrill sea of marshmallow filling.

(Damned Blogger ate another post. It wouldn’t be that bad, as this was a short one, but I’m never able to rewrite them as well the second time around.)

Crankypantsing

Lost

Shelly

I adore the show, but why, oh why, did they have to bring back Michael? And if they just had to bring him back, why did they have to devote an entire episode to him? Yes, I know there were plot points that his story explained (and yet more questions it raised), but surely there could’ve been another way to go about it. Gah.

I really don’t like his over-the-top character. Watching him is like listening to a Celine Dion song, where it starts on a super emotive note and just builds and builds and builds, with no relief. Yes, Michael, we know your heart will go on and on and on and on and on. Enough! You’re making me tired. I also find his character’s actions to be unbelievable (an Island with an agenda? Sure! But someone who kills two women in order to make a deal with someone he clearly cannot trust, and who later feels so guilty that he tells his son about it? A son he’s never had a meaningful relationship with, and who doesn’t need any more reasons to distrust and resent his father? And then he’s suicidal because the son rejects him? And then he’s so remorseful about the murders that he’s willing to become re-entangled in Benry’s schemes? Not so much.)