Art, Artist Books, Collage

Color Erratica: White

I Turn Myself Inside Out I
I Turn Myself Inside Out I

I Keep My Spine in My Pocket
I Keep My Spine in My Pocket

By Hand
By Hand

I Turn Myself Inside Out II
I Turn Myself Inside Out II

These are the pages I did in Patti’s book, for the Color Erratica round robin. Obviously, her chosen color was white. She requested that people choose vintage themes–black and white movies and things that made people feel calm and soothed. I don’t know how well I followed her directions–calm and soothing is not really in my art vocabulary. However, out of my work to date in this round robin, I’m happiest–on a personal level, at least–with what I’ve done in Patti’s book. Hopefully, she’ll like it, too.

[Edit: The last image was taken with my camera while the other three were scanned. The scanned images are fairly close in color to the originals. The one taken by my camera came out almost glacial white, which is incorrect. Can’t do anything about it now, because the book is long gone.]

Bookarts, Crankypantsing, Ladybusiness

Wonderfalls, New Journal Part Deux, and another Big Brother Rant

Hemp Bound Journal:  Cover

I spent time last night watching the first half of the last disc of Wonderfalls. The first disc sat here for nearly a month before I got around to watching it. I couldn’t remember what it was or why I’d put it in my Netflix queue, so I waited until I was good and bored before I watched it.

It was well worth the wait. The writing is brilliant–funny and smart. It’s quirky, but not annoyingly so. And, as there was, alas, only one season of the show, it’s not a huge, on-going time committment.

While I was watching TeeVee, I put some finishing touches on the hemp-bound journal I made the other night. I used torn masking tape to attach a photo of a stormy, sullen winter sky. It’s been ungodly hot lately, so I thought a reminder of cooler weather would be motivatory. We’ll see. Because there are only 24 pages, I decided to mete them out as two-page spreads. With one spread for a calendar/table of contents, that leaves 22 plus one to grow on. My intention is to do a spread a day.

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And now some more ranting about Big Brother. This one has been germinating for a while. In a previous episode, Eric got his knickers in a twist because Mike was kissing and hitting on the women in the house. M’kay. The women in question either enjoyed it (one, in particular, claimed to enjoy it a lot) or told him to fuck the hell off in no uncertain terms. It seems to me that that ought to’ve been the end of the Situation, but because Eric is afflicted with a surplus of testosterone, it wasn’t.

Eric, as head of household, decided that it was his place to give Mike a talking to. Apparently, those poor, helpless girls weren’t capable of speaking their minds and it was up to Eric to come to their rescue. Poor little girls. After calling Mike on being a flirtatious pain in the arse, Eric spent the rest of his tenure as HoH telling everyone that Mike had sexually harassed the women and that he needed to be voted out of the house. It fit nicely into Eric’s strategy. He wanted Mike gone and branding him as a pervy bastard was an effective way to achieve his goal.

Mike was a jerk, there’s no doubt about that, but using the umbrella of sexual harassment as part of your strategy for winning a game is, I think, pretty craptacular. I also thought Eric’s ubermanly “I’m going to protect these poor, defenseless girls from the big, bad, kissy monster” schtick was far more degrading to the women in the house than Mike could ever have dreamt of being.

What an ass! And a bully, too. Eric was this close to doing physical violence to Mike because he thought he’d been talking smack about Eric’s family. Who the hell cares? You don’t go around beating up people because they’ve got big mouths. It doesn’t solve anything and only makes you look like a total and complete fuckwit.

Oh, and I’m liking Kaysar more and more with every episode. The guy is smart and, I think, appropriately devious.

Bookarts, Photography

Demolition Derby and the Sunset that Wasn’t

I finally got around to cropping and uploading photos I took at last weekend’s demolition derby. Yes, I said demolition derby. If you haven’t been to one, you have no idea what you’re missing. Not only is it the ultimate in recycling, it’s a ginormous amount of fun. I especially recommend watching the Bumble Bees (AKA the minis). A little four-door Geo Metro won the mini division this year. Alas, I got no pictures of the minis, but I got quite a few of the large and mid-sized cars, including a firemen’s confab. Also, alas, there were no explodiations or infernos this year.

It’d been overcast and oppressively hot that day, but before the derby proper started, there was a lovely break in the clouds and a tiny peek at what would have been a spectacular sunset.

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No arting today, but I made a nifty little book last night out of the end of an old stash of paper. When I worked at the art museum, I was given a stack of museum board. It’s half-way between rough watercolor paper and Davey board. It’s interesting stuff–nice for oil pastels or any number of media that work well on toned paper. The texture has a definite grain, but it’s not too pronounced once you’ve worked on it.

Hemp Journal:  Spine

I tore it down to size (I really prefer torn paper to cut paper, especially for journals). I was too lazy to dig out my book board, so I used two folded sheets of the paper for the front and back covers. I doubled them over and punched holes in them along the open side, then used eyelets to reinforce the holes and close the open edge. Because I wanted to keep the book looking rustic, I used hemp twine to bind it. It’s just a basic, single-needle Coptic stitch.

Art, Artist Books, Collage, News & Politics

Artings and Musings

First, the artings.

These are from the latest installment of the Color Erratica round robin. The color theme this time was “dusk,” so I focused mostly on purpley, winey colors.

The Pea Hens
The Pea Hens

I’ve had that peacock feather floating around in my stash for at least ten years. It was time to use it. The little cotton knickers came from a bunch of antique baby and doll clothes my mom snagged for me at a yard sale. The background is another piece of wrapping paper from Mr. and Mrs. B.’s wedding. This particular book has already travelled overseas, so I figured it was safe to include the poplar leaf and the peacock feather.

The Party Girls
The Party Girls

This was a silly little page. I kept the label from a bottle of Christmas sangria. It was too lovely to throw away. The purple wrappers came from a bag of chocolate truffle candies. The yearbook girls–glued to 35mm film negatives–are from the 1920s (Prohibition era in the USA), which makes me laugh, because the sangri was non-alcoholic.

Baubo and the Girls 1
Baubo and the Girls 1

Baubo and the Girls 2
Baubo and the Girls 2

The last two pages started out covered with dark purple tissue paper. It was a little too garish, though, so I covered it with unbleached waxed paper to tone it down. I love the way it looks–the scans do not do the subtle color justice. I used a couple more Polaroids from my Baubo’s Safari series. I separated the photos from the backing, then sanded through the photo layer, to make them lay flatter and give them some transparency and texture. The top Polaroid was also sanded on the front and rubbed with brown India ink.

The bottom page presented an interesting challenge, in that it had a window cut out of it by the person who worked in the book before me. I decided to emphasize the window by framing it with a scrap of intaglio print I’ve been carrying around with me since college. A cast-off from another student’s printmaking project, I picked it out of the trash and have been carting it around ever since.

Now, the musings.

Thanks to Cynthia for pointing out this article.

I think one of the ironies of the whole Rove debacle is that it shows just how dishonest and lacking in integrity this administration is. It seems to me that, when your platform is based on “moral values,” you might be expected to hold yourself and your staff to a certain, well, moral standard. Countering claims of wrong doing with “it’s partisan politics,” or “he didn’t actually do anything illegal,” seems to me to indicate an ethical disconnect. Since when were moral values a legal matter? Rove clearly discussed information that he had no business discussing with people he had no business discussing it with. Whether or not he’s legally in the wrong ought to be irrelevant to this administration, as it’s quite clearly morally wrong. Condoning such behavior speaks volumes about what’s important to Rove’s superiors and it’s not “moral values.

Oh, and speaking of ironies, dare I say that Mr. Bush’s rephrasing of his intention, from “the leaker will be fired” to “if the leaker did anything illegal he’ll be fired,” might–just might–be considered flip-flopping?

Art, Collage, Letters to Esther

Better Late than Never

I finally found time to transcribe some more Letters to Esther. I believe I uploaded 11 new files, which completes the first–and smallest–box o’ letters. Whew! As I get time, I’m going to put the transcripts on-line, with scans of the actual letters. That way they’ll be more searchable and user-friendly. Or, at least, that’s the intention.

One box down, four or five boxes to go!

That’s about all I have to report. It’s bloody damned hot–95F with 1000% humidity. I need gills. All I want to do is sit and try to expend as little energy as possible. The dogs aren’t enjoying it, either. They’re both as flat, and useless, as pancakes.

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This photo is from a week ago. It’s nice and cool and green, which is not at all what my yard looks like right now. Now, it’s overgrown (too damned hot to mow) and steamy looking.

Edit: I forgot to mention the mosquito bites. Lordy! I went with some friends to scope out the loot at a yard sale they were having. I scored a bunch of books for arting, some cool bones (big–cow or horse or something in that vein) and a mess of mosquito bites. I’m about to cry. I put lidocaine lotion on them and took Benadryl, but nothing seems to be helping. Yuck!

We also went to see Batman Begins after the yard sale set-up. I’ve never been a fan of the Batman movies, but I was impressed. It was easily one of the best movies I’ve seen in quite awhile–well worth full evening price. It’s dark and, while there are humorous moments, it’s not at ALL cheesy.

One last thing! Here’s the top of an end table I decoupaged a few years ago. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a fun and colorful way to tart up an ugly piece of junky furniture.

Collaged End Table

Art, Collage, Paintings, Poetry

The Tree of Mercury

Tree of Mercury
The Tree of Mercury
oil on canvas
48 x 67 inches

I started this painting a couple of years ago and didn’t completely finish it. It’s ginormous, so physically maneuvering it is a little tricky. Since I’ve been rephotographing and measuring everything, I thought I should dig this out and try to shoot it, too. That was an, um, adventure.

I love the twisty, viney bits and have based a few other pieces on it.

The Keeping Tree
The Keeping Tree
5 1/2 x 5 1/2 inches
collage on paper, with pennies, cork, hat pin, and yearbook photos

To Blossoms
To Blossoms
9 1/2 x 12 inches
collage on paper, with 35 mm film, dried ironweed flowers, and yearbook photo

To Blossoms
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here a-while,
To blush and gently smile;
And go at last.

What, were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight;
And so to bid good-night?
‘Twas pity Nature brought ye forth,
Merely to show your worth,
And lose you quite.

But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride,
Like you, a-while;–they glide
Into the grave.

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We’ve had on and off clouds all day, but it’s been dry. That’s due to change soon, though. A line of storms is heading our way. I looked out a little bit ago and saw that the sky had darkened. After the cloud had passed, I took a photo of it. The sun was in the west and the cloud in the east. It’s amazing what a change in perspective will do. While overhead, it turned everything black, but with the sun on it, it looks soft and benign.

And, an instant review. Soy Fusion’s Matcha Green Tea is excellent. It sounds kind of gross (soy milk and green tea), but it’s nummy stuff. Then again, I love lots of soy milk in my tea, so this isn’t much of a stretch.

Art, Collage

I Shall Not Go to Heaven

I Shall Not Go to Heaven
I Shall Not Go to Heaven
30 x 22 inches
oil pastel, collage, and found objects on paper

I still have finishing touches to put on this (the bones and collage need to be attached–I’m leaning toward copper wire, but we’ll see). This is one panel of a two-panel diptych. The other panel has the same basic subject matter and layout, but the slip is orangey and the collage/assemblage bits are different. I’m still working on the background for that one, so I haven’t photographed it yet. That’s a whole lot of acreage to cover with umpty layers of oil pastel and my fingers are hamburger.

I’ve been having a gawd-awful time working on this project, mostly, I think, because it’s been difficult for me to change gears. Web design and research/writing–which I’ve been doing a lot of lately–is very different from arting. It’s nearly done, though.

Art, Drawings, Paintings

And More Art Excavations

I still can’t find the painting I’ve been looking for. I know it’s here somewhere, but lord only knows where I’ve put it. I found some more old work, though. I also spent most of the day tweaking style sheets and researching and writing copy for the new website. I think my brain is ready to implodiate. I started with one of my altered books, thinking that that would give me a nice, finite test project. What I didn’t anticipate is how much better my scanning and correcting skills have gotten. Unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to re-do most of my older scans. It’ll be more work, but I think it’ll be worth it.

Collage
Collage
watercolor on paper, mounted to board

Grid
Grid
watercolor on 140lb cold press watercolor paper

Pumpkin Dance
Pumpkin Dance
watercolor on 140lb cold press watercolor paper
10 x 11 inches

Umbrella
Umbrella
watercolor and oil pastel resist on 140lb cold press watercolor paper
22 x 8 inches

Inside Pandora's Box VI
Inside Pandora’s Box VI
watercolor on 140 lb cold press watercolor paper
27 x 20 1/2 inches

These were all done for a watercolor class. As you can see, I’ve wasn’t very good at it and my watercolor handling skills haven’t improved with time.

Palm Tree
Palm Tree
embossed 140 lb cold press watercolor paper
13 x 7 inches

I did the embossing in high school. It was done with simple braided yarn, but I’ve always loved the way it turned out.

Nude I
Nude I (AKA Mount Breast)
Prismacolor on charcoal paper
19 x 25 inches

There are some anatomical weirdnesses in this drawing.