Incidental2.0

Homework, Moanwork

2011-12-14T14:06:00.000-08:00

My 1st grade son gets on the bus at 7:40, gets home at 4:20 on the bus and has an hour of homework. That seems like a pretty long day for a six year old.

2011-11-01T11:55:00.000-07:00

Oh course it nothing that a little Kung Fu Dunk with Asian Techno Surf Music on YouTube won't handle.

ahhhh...

2011-11-01T11:32:00.000-07:00

The reviews are in!

wdygyp raves!!!
"Unlike you, I do not pollute this comment section with cutesy ironic drivel (e.g., “Just throw my brain in a hurricane…”)."

Of course I don't really think of it as pollution. I think of it as a social exploration of individual's visceral reaction to my impromptu personal sharing.

Blogffiti

I must admit, I thought the "cutesy" was a bit below the belt. Not a big fan of John Prine, I guess.

My somewhat unfortunate philosophy on life.

2011-05-18T19:54:00.000-07:00

If you can't do it well, then at least do it with style. If you fail at doing it with style, then at least make it look like you didn't really care what they thought anyway.

Don't try this at home folks.

2011-05-17T12:09:00.000-07:00

This last week-end was possibly the worst art fair week-end I've had in a few years. Not just cold and rainy, but colder and rainier and inappropriately dressed(ier). The organizers actually canceled the second day of the show. This is normally unheard of, unless one can point to Dorothy's house flying about in the sky or pairs of animals start marching down the aisles toward the intense guy with the beard and a boat, you are in for the advertised hours.

Regardless, it was a disappointment. I've got some new work and I was anxious to see how it would fly with the public. I was also hoping for some suggestion that the economy is not as bad as I suspect it is. But, people were more focused on shivering than buying, so I didn't learn much on either question.

In addition to the lack of buying enthusiasm, my hands were bugging me. This winter I started experiencing bouts of Raynaud’s phenomenon where my finger tips lose circulation, get ice cold, numb, painful and turn colors. It's very difficult to get them warm again once it happens. Packing up my work in cold and sleety rain, in soaking wet gloves was an uncomfortable experience (as my kids would say "Oh, poor, poor!".

On the bright side, I met a wonderful assemblage artist, John Gutoskey. You should check out his work. It is simply lovely.

Also the likelihood of having sunny weather for my next show should be better. Hopefully, doves and rainbows all the way.

2011-05-04T07:17:00.000-07:00

Well, I see my last post was over a year ago. One could say I am not a regular blogger, but here's my annual blog post.

Recently I came across the poetry site Poetry 180. The site features one poem for each day of the school year. It has a wonderful array of work.

Here's a piece that broke my heart.

This is a poem not about heroes, but their sidekicks.

Sidekicks

by Ronald Koertge

They were never handsome and often came
with a hormone imbalance manifested by corpulence,
a yodel of a voice or ears big as kidneys.

But each was brave. More than once a sidekick
has thrown himself in front of our hero in order
to receive the bullet or blow meant for that
perfect face and body.

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Oy, What a Week

2010-04-01T08:15:00.000-07:00

This is an appropriate piece for the week that started out in the doctors office for a respiratory infection and asthma, (having gotten there in a borrowed car due to a dead battery) and ended with an art fair rejection notice. It helped not at all that the week was punctuated by people telling me how responsible, organized, wonderful and, well, perfect my husband is and how lucky I am to have him. All of this is true, of course, and I do feel very lucky to have met him. But, believe it or not, one can actually hear too much praise for your spouse. At some point chopped liver syndrome sets in.

So, sometimes a little mental escape from the humdrum is in order. This week, I am envious of my little bowler wearing man and his adventures.

The text in the artwork reads:
In flight filled dreams,
he harnessed the tireless butterfly,
drifting sweetly southward.

You Can't Prove a Negative

2010-03-22T17:57:00.000-07:00

Today I thought of a piece called "You can't prove a negative..."or similar rephrased. It would have a blackboard, chalk equations?, boy from vintage photo I have, sitting lower right, dwarfed by the expanse of the blackboard. In my mind the boy should have a dunce cap, but that is incredibly overdone these days. No, maybe a crown or a halo...What negative are you trying to prove?

Drifting

2010-03-21T06:20:00.000-07:00

Mixed media assemblage with paper, acrylic paint, acrylic mediums and wood inside a handmade shadow box with UV protective glass. Includes a butterfly wing construct of wire, onion skin paper and acrylic medium.

reads:
The tiny boat drifted
under imaginary stars.

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Queen Bee

2010-03-20T17:42:00.000-07:00

She’s a queen bee
she’s a kinda, maybe
she can’t behave-y
can make you cravy

better run, see
she might shun thee

‘cause with that smile
that kinda guile
she’s a queen bee
and she can sting ye