Stuff & Things
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- I dyed my hair blue.
- I signed up for iHanna’s Spring postcard swap, so…10 postcards ready by May 30th.
- I signed up for Effy Wild’s Book Of Days course. It’s a heaping fuckton of content: videos, pdfs, guest artists teaching lessons…I’m still in boot camp and it’s already completely awesome.
- I am creating 26 illustrations for a book of someone else’s songs/poems. This sounds impressive but please note that I am totally winging this…
- My BabyGirlKid, Emily, is adjusting well to being an only cat. She likes my undivided attention and all of the treats & toys to herself, apparently.
- The Fed Gov’t is attempting to raise my student loan payment amount (over $200 more) and I’m still dealing with health insurance fuckery from when I was on medical leave.
- I am going to the gym after work today then home to art this shit right outa my head.
I bought ranunculus at the farmer’s market. Red and yellow and one drowsy orange bloom:
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I have this magazine from maybe 2010 to now.
It’s always inspiring, with at least something colorful in each issue.
Newest issue/eye candy!
All of my ink up to this point has been plotted, planned, collaborated on…
Yesterday, I picked something off a flash sheet & had it done.
Daria Morgandorffer in a Wednesday Addams costume.
Or, a self-portrait, if-you-will…
Today is my 49th birthday.
I am currently visiting my very best friend (since high school) in Oklahoma.
Anjo (Andrea to others) has 2 beautiful/amazing/kind children and she shares her Mom with me. She is the sister of my heart.
We’ve been camping & thrift store shopping & laughing & talking and I believe there will be cake tomorrow.
(That’s my Bestie and me)
I’ll be home on Friday, where I’ll work on this some more:
Yes…this is where I left it…but the steps to get this far make me VERY happy…
It seems that a large part of my art practice is that I make art in public and semi-public places.
Laundromats, bus stops, coffee shops, trains/buses/cars/airplanes, work meetings, community meetings, doctor’s office waiting rooms, etc…
The thing is, I do this…write/draw/color/collage/stick whatever into these books…to help ME…it calms me to have this to focus my eyes & hands on….it helps me listen better…but I’m realizing that many other people rarely, if ever, see folks MAKING art.
I was lucky enough to be exposed to art very early (in books, of all things!) but I don’t recall seeing folks MAKING art anywhere around, in public.
My family made/makes art of many kinds…music: both parents sang; Dad sang lead in a Barbershop Quartet in his younger days, and he always sang for me…Mom was endlessly practicing for another church choir solo…my brothers play the drums, flute/piccolo/sax, and keyboards, respectively…2 brothers paint/draw, the other, like me, works with words…everyone was/is creative…my Mom was a seamstress, and could/did make many things textile…my big Bros made/make amazing model train layouts…
I saw my folks being creative at home, but not out-n-about. Maybe, seeing someone “in process” of making art in random places will be a good thing for others to see?
People I don’t already know almost never “interrupt” me while I’m out somewhere, putting things in my books…most everyone waits until I make eye contact before they speak, or even wait for me to speak first.
I like answering questions about my art sometimes…I think that most anyone can Art Journal…it will just be their view/hands in it instead of mine. I say that anyone can do this, they just can’t do it exactly like me.
Currently, I seem to be in a cursive writing phase in my journals. I’m really OK with that, I just wish my handwriting was a beautiful as my Mom’s.
Contrarywise: Another part of my art is the fact that my books get super beat up, being carried around in my artbag… but that deserves photos…