Saturday, July 6, 2013


My studio has moved back into my home and I'm in the serious process of decluttering.  I unpacked this very old piece titled "Flock".  The birds were all hand sculpted out of low fire clay and fired in a little kiln that I used to have.  It is a little broken, bent, and discolored, yet still whimsical. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

More Warm Fuzzies

I am moving out of my studio after being there for almost two years.  I'm feeling a little sad and overwhelmed.  I love the bright space with its big windows.  The area outside my door is green and peaceful.  There are humming birds buzzing around outside all day.  Little peeping finches flit and feed off the flowers of a tree that is right in front of where I sit.  I love hearing and watching them. 

But it is time to go and everything is going back into my home.  I think I'm coming back with more stuff.  Definitely more art and there is nowhere to put it.  I have no wall space.  I also don't have proper ventilation in my kitchen and things on the walls tend to get a thin layer of greasy dust after a while.  I can't hang my art on the walls, especially the works on raw canvas.

There's nowhere to even put my chop saw.  It's going to be in the living room.  Ugh.  How uncozy is that?

So in my panic to get as much done in the studio before I leave, I am finishing up things that take up a lot of space while working on them.  I'm finishing up past projects that just need a little more done before I can put them to rest.  I'm tying up loose ends so I can return to my current body of work without the looming cloud of unfinished business.

Monday, May 13, 2013

The Enigmatic Vivian Maier

Wow, blogging once a week did not last long at all. I got so busy with my day job, taxes, and actual studio time, that I haven't sat down at my computer for a long time. One of these days I have to edit the "piles" of photos that I have in my files.

Speaking of photos, My friend sent a link to this astounding story about a photographer, Vivian Maier. Thousands of her undeveloped negatives were found inside a storage locker purchased at auction. John Maloof is the fortunate soul who discovered these treasures. Vivian never lived to witness the appreciation for her photos, but John has been hard at work bringing this woman's amazing photography to the public eye. Lucky for us.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Where We At?

I LOVE this track featuring Derrick Carter. It was especially appropriate for the end of last year and the beginning of this year. I can't find the version that I really enjoy on a mix that I've been playing, but this one is good too.

The lyrics are what really move me:

As I stop, and take the time
To inventory, the inside of my mind
I realize, its not as full as it used to be.
With images of justice, or desires of liberty
The world has changed, or is it me that's new?
A different set of morals from a different set of clues
So still I wonder, is this all there is to life?
The ever changing cycles, in a world that's damp and ripe
There must more, yeah my heart I hold to this
I've known the joy of love and I've seen the peace and bliss
But as you know, all things must end, except the need for faith
And the spirit that's within to keep you strong
Move forward with power, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know whats up and heart to sense the real

Where you at?

As I stop, for the frame we set aside
Below the bassline a secret place awaits for us to hide.
To pass the time as the war goes on-and-on.
A post-apocalyptic sunset, a post-apocalyptic dawn.
Of just a thought of the world we once possessed
A place that wasn't honest was just a house with an address.
A false existence, wrought with fear and mistrust, a life inside a box
No life inside of us.
Find your soul, use your inner voice,
The road less traveled, is now the path of choice.
Realize, with time comes change
New attitudes, new values, priorities rearranged.
Move forward with power, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know whats up and heart to sense the real.

Where you at?

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Goals for 2013

2013 has been slow for me. I got sick on December 21, when we went out to Joshua Tree to celebrate the winter solstice. I've still haven't fully recovered. Every time I work too hard or have a few drinks, I get sick all over again. I've had the flu twice and a stomach bug once since December. Through it all I've been very fatigued and battling a nasty cough (possibly whooping cough).
Work (food styling work) has been slow which is good because I've been exhausted. There's been a lot of time on my hands and I wish I could say that I was working away in my art studio, or drawing and embroidering at home, but I wasn't. It feels as if all of my mojo has been drained out of me. I barely have read my books that I have lying around. Instead, I did a lot of internet surfing. I feel guilty, but it's all I could mostly do. I did sometimes manage to go to my studio, where I would sit and stare into space, doodle a little, and do some other miscellaneous things. I feel frozen about starting anything and I'm full of self doubt.
This is an incubation period. That's how I'm looking at it. A time to reassess my values, time, and priorities. While surfing the internet, I read an article that asked, what are 5 impressive things that you DO? Not 5 things that you are. Most people would say, I'm loving, I'm a hard worker, etc. No, the question is what are 5 interesting things that you DO? This made me think and I wrote a list of what I want to accomplish this year. It may not all be impressive things to do, but sticking to this list will make me feel good.
It's a new year and I just had a birthday. It's a good time for this.

By the way, initially, my goals were written here but they made a much too lengthy post.  So they are stored away privately instead.  

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Remembering Michelle Vignes

I thought of Michelle yesterday when I found (at a discount store of all places) the tarragon mustard that she favored.  I bought it and remembered how much she taught me about food. Michelle was a tough, smart, elderly woman who I lived with for six months in Diamond Heights. Sometimes she was crabby but who wouldn't be if you had to live with a painful hip for most of your life? I always admired her strength and how she just managed to go about her daily business without much complaint or asking for pity. She was very political and I would have a hard time keeping up with her conversations when they turned to worldly matters. She would look at me disdainfully and say, "You're not very political, are you? Hmf." I have since then have been a little better about keeping up with present world events.

Michelle was a social documentary photographer whose work included photographing the events and people centered around the American Indian Movement. I also remember her "Blues" series which was very up close and personal. I've always been timid about photographing strangers and I admired her courage and ability to photograph people beyond her immediate social circle.
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