Friday, October 30, 2009
Have I ever mentioned my overwhelming sense of numbers? I'm a counter. Always have been. I count myself to sleep. I count the stairs when I walk up them, every time, everyday. I suppose it may be a little "OCD" but I can't kick it. This year I've been hung up on the number two. It has changed my life. With the slide of a hand, reaching for that business card, my train shifted tracks. I can't say it's all bread and butter. It's not. I battle with "the two" and how I feel about it constantly. I wake up every morning and try to align my thoughts with bigger issues but I can't prevail. Ive written so many emails to myself. They're hoaky and a bit ridiculous but I feel like I should put them out here. I'm genuine, and crazy, and I strive to simplify, be an open book. In a sense, I want to be able to wear my heart on my sleeve. So here goes. I'm going to spill the beans. Here's an email I wrote myself this morning:
"Remember, that no matter what the outcome or the level of grief focus on the positive. He has vicariously provided freedom, insight and most important, the motivation to live your life the way you choose. Whether he chooses to be part of what you create or not it's crucial to remember that you wouldn't be where you are today without him. Just look, you are in the process of pursuing and art career. Getting out there. You don't need a weight/person to drag you down. You're an independent womyn. A strong willed, free spirited womyn! Void of a man and productive for the first time in a looong time. The hard thing to escape is that it took another man to put you in this state. You must not forget him for he is beautiful. Melancholy but beautiful. Mysterious but beautiful.
Don't think about it to much. Create something new each day. Eventually the attraction will fade and what's left shall exceed any material object. You will have confidence, a fresh perspective and hopefully a career driven by passion (art). Thank you, B. Thank you..." No regrets. No looking in the rear view. Weekend Wishes and Happy HALLOWEEN Xoxo!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I did get their signatures but I also left with an exciting story. You see the bassist (below, center)? Well he was the last in the line and when I handed him my CD he looked at me and started asking me where I was from and grabbed my hand. He was extremely inebriated to the point where he was not speaking English or Spanish. Afterward, my dad made the comment that the guy was coming on to me. He was, it was awkward. I stepped away and then when we got outside we all let out a belt of laughter. Good times. I saw my buddies, Doug and Barb. I look like I have self tanner on my face in this photo. Unholy. Doug took all of these photos. He had a press pass, now that's privlege. He managed to snap a shot of my parents. These photos are few and far between so I'm happy to have an updated version.
I'm going to emphasize once again, Los Lobos=Great Show. Check 'em out!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Happy Birthday MOM!
Monday, October 26, 2009
I have an overwhelming list of 'things to do' this week. I decided to take a break and read my horoscope. It didn't help. Just added to my never-ending wave of thought.
"The average middle class person alive today has more goodies than the kings and queens of times past. In fact, even during this time of economic retrenchment, most of us have a higher standard of living than 99 percent of all the humans who've ever walked the planet. In pointing this out, I don't mean to discount the suffering of those who've lost their jobs and homes. But I think it's helpful to keep our collective deprivations in perspective.
Similarly, I like to remember that no matter how much our personal trials may test us, they are more bearable than, say, the tribulations of the generation that lived through the Great Depression and World War II. Keep this in mind, Sagittarius. As you wander in the limbo between the end of one chapter of your life story and the beginning of the next chapter, it'll really help to stay conscious of how blessed you are. Halloween costume suggestion: a saint tending to the needs of the dispossessed and underprivileged." -Rob Brezsny
It's been such a strange day.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
This afternoon I went to my grandparents to celebrate my moms birthday. There was lots of delicious food and plenty left over. My grandma sent me home with cake, rice crispy treats and a candied apple. My family likes sweets. After a brief siesta, I'm up, blogging and about to go spray paint. Halloween is close ahead and there is much to do. It's to bad I'm so tired/busy to partake in Ghouls Gone Wild this evening. I suppose there's always next year. Off to work!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
So, any input?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tonight Taraneh and I went and threw some ideas back and forth at the bookstore. She was quite productive, coming close to finishing a poem she has been working on for awhile. I, on the other hand persisted with the Halloween plans. I picked up Martha's Hallo Mag (It's tremendous!) and stared at its glorious contents until my eyeballs glazed over. It was within these pages that I developed the party's "grand finale!" It's a spin on the pinata minus sticks because inebriated people could get hurt. Doughnuts on a string! I decided to do a quick sketch of my version: Here you see the two 'broomstick bitches' (the hostesses) moving the string up and down to make the game more challenging. A lady in the bookstore over heard our planning and gave me the idea of incorporating hot dogs on the string with the doughnuts. Sweet and savory plus there's a little male/female innuendo. I don't know if photos could do this finale justice. We may have to find someone with a video camera. Are you guys stoked about the party, or what?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The bulk of my work is shaped by a wanderlust nature and the resulting journeys. I relish moving outside my comfort zones and documenting reactions to the unaccustomed. Through these studies I’ve found that I’m drawn to balancing masculine and feminine facets of my personality. I am attracted to “feminine arts” such as sewing, crafts, textiles, decorating and home making. Equally I live for muscle cars, carbureted engines, semi-trucks and the highway. Since both sides lend definition, I often incorporate masculine and feminine themes within my work.
Textiles and patterns play an important role both visually and conceptually. I also incorporate painting and printmaking to balance art and craft elements. Often crafts such as sewing, embroidery and textiles depict a feminine quality while more hard-edged spray painting or printmaking, add raw masculine sensibility. Pop icons and symbols along with exaggeration also play a large role. They express particular views of my environment and personal experiences. Comprehensively I seek to portray the impact of our environment and its effect on cultural and personal identity.