Oh I am just full of puns today.
Must be a Tuesday-before-ArtWalk thing.
Oh I am just full of puns today.
Must be a Tuesday-before-ArtWalk thing.
By now you may have heard the rumors that I have a tent at this year’s San Diego ArtWalk at NTC/Liberty station.
Everyone (in my house) is talking about it.
Good thing for you though, because there is unlimited room and free admission, and tons of parking.
(there’s even a Trader Joe’s down the street for groceries afterwards!)
So in (less than) two weeks if you find yourself itching to look at and purchase some beautiful artwork from local artists,
you know where to go.
I will be in tent #131 ready to say hello to you when you arrive. Until then, I have some paintings to finish.
It’s true, I have been cranking out the artwork lately, getting ready for the ArtWalk NTC event in 2 weeks.
Two weeks. yup. Sure I am ready. Ready to go. In two weeks.
If you are in town, please stop on by to say hello and keep me on my toes!
I don’t have pictures of the pieces I just finished this week, but here’s an old one I did a few months ago to celebrate the arrival a friend’s new little one.
Happy Blue Moon y’all
We went to Vancouver, British Columbia last week and it was amazing.
The nature is on steroids, and the people are inherently nice.
There is much of the world I have not seen, but Vancouver would be on my list of out-of-country places to move. I even started unconsciously picking up the subtle accent (nothing bad aboot it)
Back to painting! Back to being an artist. Back to being who I am meant to be, not who anyone else thinks I should be. It’s a well talked about concept, but a whole other thing to put it into everyday life.
Here’s to crossing that bridge:
I have never lived with a cat. Before my husband and I married, he was adopted by a stray petite, sweet one eyed kitty (legend had it she had a fight with a raccoon) and she stayed with me one night. My apartment had fleas afterwards. Other than that, I have never lived with a cat.
When the Artist Republic 4 Tomorrow gallery in Laguna Beach asked if I would participate in their upcoming cat show, I balked. I know nothing about cats. I”m not even sure I trust them- they always seem to know too much… planning for revenge…
But alas, I agreed and ended up with the kitty above. This was a very fun project to work on, fun to come up with the objects inside (my favorites are the bread clip and the thumbdrive). So glad I decided to participate!
The show runs Through the 26th of April, I recommend heading over to the gallery in Laguna Beach if you find yourself in the area!
We went to Joshua Tree last weekend for a getaway and to visit the meditation center.
If you have not been to that region, it is the high desert, specifically the Mojave desert, and it’s, well, it’s a desert.
It’s warm and dry. Since it is January, it was not sweltering hot, just nice and sunny. Saturday the wind picked up as we hiked amongst the strange looking trees in Joshua Tree National Park, but all was warm and pleasant during the day, and slightly chilly during the evening.
It wasn’t until we got back Sunday night until we realized the effect of the the dry desert air.
I instantly went into the cold that was threatening since the week before, and my nose was incredibly dry and flaky skin around my nostrils.
Our lips were chapped, our throats were dry, our eyes felt itchy, our skin tight and dehydrated. (this after 2 days in the desert- are we coastal or what?)
It was obvious to us that we did not prepare for our trip.
Note to self: next time we go to the desert- drink 10x more water and slather on 10x more chapstick and bring the coconut oil!
I don’t think I am alone here when I say my pants are fitting a bit tighter after the holidays.
When I look back at the past month or two of eating habits and exercise routines (or lack thereof), I can’t help but cringe. I’ve given in. I’ve let go. I’ve consumed our neighbor’s delicious cookies with ease, and my nephew’s chocolate gifts with reckless abandon. I’ve given up morning walks for sleeping in, and evening walks for watching movies. And now we arrive on the cusp of the new year, thinking over the past 12 months and wondering what new things the next months will provide.
So in pure cliche New Year’s form, I’m putting it out on the internet that I need to put the chocolate and cheesy crackers down and stop mindlessly snacking with the idea that food will keep my fingers and toes warmer. I’m going to go on a walk to warm up and then snuggle up in bed to watch a movie to stay warm. I’m going to make fresh ginger tea instead of rich hot chocolate, and most importantly, I’m going to love myself whether I do these things or not, whether I loose pound or two or not, because in reality, everything is okay.
Happy new year, everyone!
Have you ever gotten sucked into the internet time-warp and come out of the other side with a slight hang over,
several hours behind, and feeling like you just got off a 23 hour flight to the other side of the world?
So have I. It’s embarrassing to admit, and I could be making so many drawings and paintings with this lost time.
I could be writing and addressing these darn cards already (yes I know, 5 days left until Christmas, and I still have not sent out a single card- Don’t worry Grandma! Yours will go out in the mail on Monday, I promise…unless I get sucked back into the abyss)
On the other hand, I now know what Jimmy Fallon and Oprah did on the Tonight Show, I have warm-fuzzy feelings from watching this dog run, and I am well versed in the archives of Kate Beaton’s brilliant comics.
Happy Saturday night, may you be doing things more exciting than staring at a digital rectangle.
This summer you may remember that I took part in a fundraising art show in collaboration with Quiznos, for San Diego Comic Con.
They came to me with a theme of Superheros, gave me a Quiznos wrapper mounted on a board, and gave me a deadline. The theme made me think of the usual superheros I grew up with; Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, The Greatest American Hero, Powdered Toast Man, etc. As tempting as it was to bring one of these characters back from the grave, it just didn’t feel right to use the creative mojo from someone else’s creation.
I let the project sit on the back burners of my mind for about a month, until I the day realized the deadline was only a week away. Motivated by the lack of time, I turned to my most current obsession of the moment, family photographs. My mother is an avid, experienced genealogist, and had sent me some burned DVDs of family photos from both my mother’s and father’s sides. I have several of these photos printed out on my inspiration board, mostly as a cheerleading squad of old, dead people whom I’ve never met. They still cheer me on with their vaguely familiar facial features, their lives lived in a manner that is completely unknown and mysterious to me, and the eery feeling that the evolution of our family bloodline from hundreds of years of struggle and emotional sleepwalking, has all come to a breaking point with me, sitting here with my modern technology, an unexplainable connection to past, and an unnerving empathy of the world around me.
Out of all of this, one photo stood out. An older lady, solid and unfazed by being infront of a camera, stood awkwardly unapologetic with two little girls (one of whom would become my mother). Mabel was her name and she was born in 1881, grew up in Kansas on a farm, had 8 children (one of whom would become my grandfather), and moved to California during the depression when her sons came here for work. My mother remembers her vaguely as being old and frail, and she died a few years after this photo was taken.
The only thing she was missing was a super hero cape and mask. In just a few days I had finished the painting, added a polyurethane sealant on top, and shipped it to the gallery curator, to be seen on the fundraiser night.
The Quiznos Qanvas Fundraiser was a success, and raised over $10,000 for local artists and non-profits. Mabel now lives with someone else in San Diego, but I hear she is doing well, and has a very comfortable spot on the wall.