Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Winter Never Happened

We've all been running around barefoot and pregnant.
No, wait, I mean barefoot and in t-shirts.

I think it was 70+ on Christmas day.
And it's been in the high 70's/60's since.

Sunshiney!
Sunglasses!
Blinding light.

And B informs me all of mankind is meant to be dead in an ice-age right now.
And I go 'bok bok' like a chicken.
No, wait, I mean I go 'what what' like a baffled.

So it's all very amazing.
This hairspray debate.
If the 80's never happened maybe we would all be frozen.

And pollution is bad.
IT IS BAD.

But it is summer here.
And we are not dead.

Very odd.

I squint hairy eyeballs at the world.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

EMIL SCHILDT - new love

Dust, once more, blown off beauty.



EMIL SCHILDT - Click.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Contemplating

Paper.

Lego Art

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

New Work

To be posted soon.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Life Status

The people around me are currently insane.
They even admit to it sadly so I know it's not my own insanity getting worse.

Has anyone else ever felt like the word 'help' is...redundant?

Life is very strange right now.
I feel like sitting naked in a snowfield.

It would be quite nice.
To hear the snapping of bones in such a pristine silence.

Like the cracking of wood.

s n a p .

Andy Warhol

"I don't know where the artificial stops and the real starts"

Friday, December 12, 2008

Pastel.

Pastel.Charcoal.Hands.
Smudging.Tearing.Rip.
Soft.Pale.Smooth.

We shall figure something out.

I Don't

I don't like my paintings.

Not any of them.

I'm trying to figure out what to do from here.

And what to do with all of my old works.

Last time I painted over everything I got in trouble with loved ones (the great grey-out)

After I've finished all of my Christmas pieces I want a rebirth.

Perfct timing, considering the New Year will be here.

What should I do, I wonder?
I want to carve into the flesh of the canvas and rip something out so brutal, so passionate, so...none of the stuff I've ever done.

Do I need a new medium?
Or just a new style?

I think I need to study.
And paint only from the heart.

Christmas Gift

Christmas Commission

Snugary Snookies


Monday, December 1, 2008

HE FINISHED HIS NOVEL!!!!

He did it!
He did it!!

Despite...*everything*

Despite burglars.
Despite having his laptop (aka novel writing machine!) stolen.
Despite sleeping on somebody elses floor.
Despite working his normal job.
Despite trying to shift house.
Despite catering to his pregnant wife.
Despite being made the middle man in some of his family arguments.
Despite spending *way* too much time talking to his bitter old grandmother.
Despite stressing about landlords.
Despite....just....
*everything*

BRENNEN FINISHED HIS NOVEL LAST NIGHT.
And I am so proud/amazed/in awe/in love.

He celebrated with a good beer, I celebrated with sparkling grape juice.
I was ridiculously happy about it all.
I believe I even whooped and hollared amongst hugs.
I want to print the pages out and do naughty things to them.

Brennen's just so freaking inspiring!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Commission

I'm not on my usual computer, this is the best cyber image of it I could get.



Le Fin.

You Cry, I'll Clap

It's always very amusing to me when clients cry over their commissions.
But only because they are tears of joy (thankfully) which make me happy, so I jump up and down and clap my hands.

Today, in fact, I watched a woman cry in the middle of the street while I jumped up and down beside her, clapped my hands and grinned.

Odd brilliance, all around.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Please Accept My Drawing

A friend sent me this.
*Ridiculously* grand!
Hoorah for Soni!



(sorry for the small sizing)

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Oh DEAR!

It seems the last two posts appear quite miserable!
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
I will have to post something happy.

*purses lips*
*squeewonks nose*

FRESH PINEAPPLE IS THE MOST DELICIOUS THING ON EARTH!
AND I HAVE A TUB FULL!!!!

How is that?
*grin*

Painting news when I have it...my paints and canvas are not currently with me....
xxxS.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Come Back

Brennen is working all day and then travelling to a gig out of town tonight.
I don't know when I'll see him.
It seems the only home I have right now is in his arms.
It's the only place I feel welcome.
I wish he would come back.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Show Cancellation

I'm miserable and upset.
I just had my house broken into (yes, those creeps came back) and am now in the process of having to find a new place to live.
Because of this I don't foresee the rest of my Starbucks paintings being done on time and I just wrote them a note cancelling my show.

I feel just rotten about it.

About everything, really.

And boy oh BOY....does my head hurt today.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

10pm Tuesday

I am ridiculously, ridiculously, RIDICULOUSLY happy about the election results.
Stoked.
Elated.
Grinning.

Huzzah, Obama!

I have a new hope for this country.
It's the best I've felt about American politics since I arrived here.
Tonight I go to bed smiling.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Oh, But Kayne.

But my best friend called from New Zealand this morning.
He is a rockstar.
And he restores my faith in mankind, constantly.
And he added crimson to my day.

Black.

Love it.
Love him.

Click.

In other news, I've had a wretched morning.
I screwed up two paintings.
Luckily just the backgrounds, not the portraits, so I can paint over them.
Still, I am very unimpressed about it.
To make myself feel better I ate almost an entire pineapple.
Now I'm contemplating a bag of tangerines.
Next I'll pick a tune to stamp around to.
And only *then* will I put on my apron and pick up my paintbrush again.

Here's to finishing Billie Holiday, Robert Johnson and Nina Simone today.
The mood, my dears, is very black indeed.

Friday, October 31, 2008

In Fact...

I'm taking the cookies to bed WITH me.

*high fives the moon*

Screw.

I'm going to eat a chocolate milano cookie and then go upstairs and jump into bed with boy.
If I can't work I may as well get my snuggle on.

ARGH!!!

I left my art palettes over yonder.

*tears hair out*

All I wanted to do when I woke this morn was paint!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Even...

Even with a break-in and a stressful day, he's still going.

Day 59 for my man.

I bow down.

A drawing a day.

Arseholes

Two guys tried to break into my house yesterday when I was home alone.
I was in the middle of painting.
The show stuff was GOING WELL when my entire day kinda fell apart.
NOW nobody wants me to be here by myself!
So I have to pack all my stuff up and leave with B when he goes to work.
Most most frustrating.
I have everything I need here to be 1) a happy artist 2) a happy pregnant chick.
Now I'm going elsewhere to be all disgruntled.

Gnarf!
Why do idiots have to go and ruin everything?
I hope I can get some work done, wherever I end up.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Work

Paintings to be completed this week.








+ 4 more in this series which I need to make canvases for/compose & draw.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Grrrr. I Love My Pooper

He has taken to napping on my couch during my workday.
So I have taken to working on the floor.

But how can you move something so beautiful?
*boing eyes*




I suspect, in four months when the floor is a little more difficult to conquer, I shall move him with a pinch or a water pistol!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Lester Waters - Awesome Art

So I'm doing blues/jazz musicians right now for my next show.
Whilst looking for a new reference photo of Mississippi John Hurt I stumbled across some AWESOME coffin art by Lester Waters.

I *really* wish I had thought of this.

It's all so awesome.



Click For More Coffins

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Beautiful Commission

Okay, I'm a little stressed because I have zero works for the Starbucks show and a few weeks to pull it together.
I have compositions but no materials yet.
And I just got given a commission. *freaks out*

BUT....this commission is sooooo beautiful.
Really.
The idea of it (I'll say more later) makes my heart beat and I just want to run away with it.

So even though I know I really ought to be working on Starbucks, I have to get this new composition started. I just can't wait.

Iyeeee!
Stress and beauty! Always determined to walk hand-in-hand!

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Yes, But Is It Art



Somebody hung a teabag from our paper towels.
And it wasn't us.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Fangs

I wish I had never filed my fangs.
I'm madly in love with Bill and Sookie.

Friday, October 10, 2008

ARRRrrrGGGhhHHhhHH!

I left seven canvases on the front porch last night.
Of course it's not SUMMER anymore so the morning dew saturated them and they're ALL WET today.

Wanna see my unimpressed face?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

p.s:

The eye of a female bowerbird.

Male Bowerbirds (are the shizz)


Male bowerbirds use color to personalize their space and, more importantly, to attract the lady birds into it.

When they're feeling frisky, male bowerbirds build intricately woven nests or bowers to house their prospective mate. To attract the female, the male then uses color to decorate:

These objects — usually strikingly blue in hue — may include hundreds of shells, leaves, flowers, feathers, stones, berries, and even discarded plastic items or pieces of glass. The bird spends hours carefully sorting and arranging his collection, with each object in a specific place; if an object is moved while the bowerbird is away he will put it back in its place.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Painting

I said now the show was up I was going to take a break and do nothing for the weekend.
But I feel like painting.
*eye roll*
So I will start cutting some more wood, I suppose.

Goopy

You know, this is going to sound goopy and gick.
But I spend a lot of time lately thanking God for my husband.
Really, I'll be sitting on the couch and I'll get a burst of joy and I'll silently thank all the powers above.
Because I love him, so so much.
And I couldn't imagine my life without him, for *one* second.

I can't believe how lucky I am.
If the whole world falls down I'll be perfectly okay...as long as he's in my heart.

No Photos!

I didn't take any photos of my paintings when they were done! Or any photos at the show last night.
I took a couple pre-event but they don't look very snazzy. And I missed a couple of walls.
I'm hoping my friends that were there with cameras will email me some from mid-show.


Saturday, October 4, 2008

Show Fabulous

Nice venue.
Great turn out.
Sold two large pieces.
Have interest in two smaller pieces.
Got to see old friends.
Had my AMAZING (swear to God) husband play an AWESOME one man show (he's so good he's ridiculous)

Bah.
Show fabulous.

Artist tired.

I go to bed now?
*rabbit nose*

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Awwwwww.

I just found out one of our friends is blowing off an Andrew Peterson concert (he's an Andrew nut, too) to come to my show.

*ridiculously* honoured right now.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Pet Commission

Boy Simply Says...

Only a week before my show and I'm 8 paintings behind.
It's technically not my fault, body issues have kept me from performing, but it doesn't fix anything by saying that.

In bed last night I mumble "my show is going to be crap, a real failure."
Boy simply says..."You can pull it off, baby. You always do."

*boing eyes*

I hope it gets sorted, really.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Beauty

Walnuts

When I eat walnuts in baking it reminds me of my mum's mum.
That's all.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Feathers

Eye

Locket

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Season Change!

Oh!
The happiest days OF MY LIFE are when I wake up and feel a change in the air.
Not due to a temporary storm (though I also adore those) or some kind of temperature drop.
But due to the changing of the seasons.

For the past three days pecans have been falling onto our tin roof...so delicious all day to hear the random plink-plonking, the sudden BANGS and booms. That was delicious in and of itself but this morning, this morning...

There was a change in the air when I woke.
The change of fall, travelling down the road.
I imagine fall in an old horse drawn carriage, horseman dressed in black cloaks, whipping a frantic whip and hurtling forward. Wind whipping and knocking leaves off the trees down a dark, dirt road.

So beautiful!

I can't believe the seasons are changing RIGHT now.

This morning has made my morning.
*grin*

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Beanstalk Reality

b e a n s t a l k . r e a l i t y.

The older I get the less I believe in reality, which is not real, and the more I believe in fantasy, which is no longer fantasy.
A friend gave me a drawstring pouch yesterday filled with dirty one dollar coins. Just like in Robin Hood.
I adore it. He told me to buy a pizza. How could you spend treasure on such a beast? Nay, I say. I will spend it on notions.
I also hope to acquire (now) a similar drawstring pouch filled with beans, that I may throw out on any occasion that pleases me. Walking down the street. Driving through the country. Jumping on the bed. Wishes, you see.
I am very good at wishing on things.
I wish on pennies, I wish on dandelions, I wish on stars, I wish on time, I wish on magic, I wish on superstition, I wish on the way his breath intakes. It couldn't hurt anything to add beanstalks to the mix.
When baby is born I resolve never to stop sewing grass and flowers on the ceiling, or to planting stars in the ground. Not at 6 months, not at 2 years, not at 5, 7, 12, 15, 18 and then some.
We'll construct the world together, we three, playing our soundtracks, telling our stories, lighting the paths we stumble down. Fireflies in palms, pockets out turned, nothing but light on our breaths.
And I don't care for the people who can't speak this language.
For the people who left Neverland and are indignant at those that didn't.
Because they are not real, either.
And their reality is not ours.
I can't believe that every day I break down another grey brick wall.
Smash it to smithereens with a wish, a kiss.
To let the fields spill out.
I can't believe how easy it's gotten to find what's real and what's not.
To make flowers rain down from above.

It's pretty beautiful to be this way.
A true back-stroking from God.

Let's... be.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Friday, September 12, 2008

Caramel



Most Beautiful

Youtube.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Exhaustion

Rough start to the day which has left me wiped out and exhausted.
Cut out my tongue, I have no voice.
Let her be miserable in a tiny room and me be miserable in a big house.
When the best option for both isn't even considered.
Due to insecure reason and deaf ears.

Trap the creatures.

Take me away.
To the clouds.
To the reeds.
To the other.

Cut all the ropes and let me float away.

I can't stand this stink around my feet.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Peppermint

Today, at 90 degrees, I put a peppermint in my mouth and crushed it with my teeth.
And then I drew my breath in quickly.
And it was sharp.
And it was crisp.
And it was winter.
And my lungs gasped.
And my heart flickered.
And winter was upon me.

Such a beautiful trick for the long lasting summer.

A beautiful foreplay of life.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Experiments With Yupo

So I was painting directly onto the records.
Sanding, priming, undercoating, AGing, and then painting.
But they have a small raised edge on the side...from all of the layers.
So I wonder if I shouldn't just experiment with tayloring yupo to the records and painting directly onto that.

Today, I discover.

He's

The coolest guy I know.

http://drawingseveryday.wordpress.com/

Monday, September 1, 2008

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Mister Lennon


GODDAMMIT!

I COULD have been dry-humping one of these today:




But noooooooooooooooooooo!
Wait...I can still get the boy though....he came home.
*high fives the moon*

Today

Naked.
Soft skin.
Fatigue.
Drawing.
Hot winds.
Crickets.
Quiet movies.
Strawberries.
Cross legged.
Clean hair.
Transfer paper.
Two heartbeats.
Quiet.
Orbs.
Alive.

DragonCon Dropout

I was supposed to be going to DragonCon today.
I was super excited about it.
It's a HUGE science fiction convention where people dress up in all *kinds* of costumes.
There are fantasy writers and gamers and artists.
Boy has been looking forward to it for forever.
I was thinking about painting the TARDIS on my shirt.
But alas...somebody who was riding with us got sick right beforehand and I really can't risk being in the car with him.

Sadness and poo.

So as soon as I pull myself out of my boo-hoo funk, I guess I'll find something else to do with my Sunday.

*looks at clock*
6am?
*twiddles fingers*
*sighs*

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Baby Geniuses

My uncle sent through photos of art my brother and I did in 1982.
I was 2.
I think his point was that mine lacked structure...but I dunno...look at that use of colour!

*giggles*