I’ve been blissfully busy working on whatever I want, tee hee.
Yesterday I woke up to frost covering the grass, fall is definitely here.
Lots of halloween-ness going on lately.
My sister and I went to see Nightmare Before Christmas in 3-D.
Friday and Saturday our friends Tom and Nikki, and Matt and I went to a haunted house at the historic Egyptian Theater. On Saturday we did our annual pumpkin carving. We had lots of fun, but all our pumpkins kind of flopped, except for Nikki’s. Today Nikki had to be back down in St. Louis for some surgery prep stuff, and next week she is having major surgery where they will be opening her chest to remove one large tumor next to her chest and one of the small ones from her lungs. More on her Caring Bridge page.
Then on Sunday Erica and I did our annual tradition of the Pumpkin Parade. I’m still recovering from all the junk food I ate.
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I love this: inspired by the Guerilla Art Kit. Makes me think about how I always say if I were to win the lotto I would just fill up envelopes with money and a note saying “Keep this, it’s meant for you” and then leave them places, like on sidewalks or library books. Only with Hula Seventy’s project they were still able to leave behind treasures but they didn’t need to have monetary value. I kind of like to believe that the messages they left behind make their way to the people that most need those particular messages. This also reminds me of an Artomat artist who makes these little sculpted eggplants with quotes on them. It seems to me that every. single. person. who gets one, gets one that has great significance to that particular person. And they come from a vending machine so you never know what it will say before you buy it. I really want one, I wonder what machines she sells from.
Note to self: I really have got to get more artomat pieces sent out.
Here is a really cool journal Artist, Suzi Blu, who has a blog and puts out videos. She is absolutely wonderful. You have to watch it. Just when I thought she was getting a little too new agey she breaks out with something funny - like “rainbow hair colors are not cool. I just can’t pull off pink hair and I’m okay with that.” Her artwork is beautiful and she shows step by step and also gives tips and tricks to inspire. The link came from the collage sistahs.
If anyone can help me figure out how to embed youtube videos into my blog I would be so happy. This has caused me such frustration and even matt can’t figure it out. I use wordpress, so supposedly I should be able to feature them on my site as but it’s hosted on my own website, so I don’t know.
I really like the idea that Penelope shared recently on her blog. She said she envisions herself holding a cup from which she is constantly filling or pouring. Right now I feel like I’ve had way too many pour days.
Things that would start filling my cup:
- Taking a week long vacation from work.
- Being able to clean and organize my living space.
- Being able to work creatively on pieces as they come to me, not only when I can fit them into my schedule.
- Working out at the gym in the mornings.
- Finishing some big projects.
- Enjoying some time outside while the autumn colors are still here.
- A road trip.
Another thing to ponder is a question posed by Andrea at superherodesigns. “What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”
- I’d run and run and run.
- I’d approach galleries to show my artwork.
- I’d write/illustrate a book.
- I’d sing and write music.
- I’d buy a lotto ticket, hello!
It would be worth while to shoot over and read other people’s comments on what they would do if they knew they couldn’t fail.
Last night my brother and Dacia hosted a Ghost story telling bonfire at her parent’s farm. 20 or so people gathered and my brother read a story he had written himself and people shared some stories they had heard or their own personal accounts. There was one story that wasn’t a ghost story but still I liked it enough to want to share. My brother’s friend Chad B. told this story that I wish I had recorded because my retelling of it won’t be as precious. When he was little, his older brother would take him downstairs into the basement late, late at night. In their basement they had a closet where they kept all their board games and his brother would reach down and get the Clue box. With a flashlight they would look at the cover with everyone’s face, Colonel Mustard, Miss Scarlet, etc. He’d look at each character’s face, mysterious and guilty at the same time. His brother would say “Who did it? Who did it?” and they would try and decide which character was the murderer until their imagination got the best of them and they had to run upstairs scared out of their wits. As a child it left such an impression on him that the game Clue continued to scare him years later.
This weekend I finally finished cutting and assembling all my Amy Earles paper dolls. So far, I have bought all three sets she has put out through her etsy shop. I’m not sure where I first discovered her, but I do know that she was my first partner in my marvelous mail community in Jan. of 2006 and I remember I sent her my handspun yarn and a miniature painting. I just know that I am always so jealous of people who have a definite style, because I feel my artwork is all over the boards. She has a definite style (that I am enamored of) and just looking at any of her pieces you can recognize it as her work.
Lastly, is this a Robyn table, or what? Instructions for making this table, using IKEA products, via poppytalk.
