Studio 201

By the Buffalo

2011-07-15T12:13:00.002-05:00

The case of the buffalo (as described in the previous post). Last weekend we made an impulsive trip to Bricktown in OKC. We pulled into a parking lot and VOILA! A buffalo. Memories are bound to be made! The lot cost $6 and had to be paid via machine. Between the two of us, we did not have change for the machine. It was late but we noticed a shop open at the shopping center next to the lot to ask for some change. It was a cupcake shop. They had just closed. They were cleaning and placing chairs atop the tables. The girl at the back noticed us as she fiddled with a box she gestured towards us. We weren't sure what this meant but we checked the door and it was locked. As we were about to walk away we noticed she was approaching the door. She opened it, box in hand, and asked, "Are you here for cupcakes?!?" "SURE!" we replied. We asked for some change for the lot and she told us we may park in front of their shop! Free parking and free cupcakes! Can't beat it. So, THE Buffalo? Check out Pinkitzel! Buy something! We tried the chocolate-chocolate, strawberry, peanut butter and some chocolate/oreo/cookie with filling! MMMmm!

Lucky Charms

2011-07-15T11:54:00.004-05:00

The Buffalo. It appears at the damnedest times. I consider it a symbol of fortune and identity. It's a grazer, a prairie dweller and a wallower, lover of the sun? It has horns, and the only thing likely to take one down is a pack of wolves. Wolves-they're all around (me). My BFF and I hold the buffalo in high regard as it usually appears prior to good news/action. But, we have also noticed that it's presence does not always bring gifts. It is mischievous. Sometimes it appears to make us evaluate the current situation (which is usually an awakening that we need to straighten up). It's a mother, a warning. We ARE in control, but we better take a look in from the outside. Most of the time the outcome is positive, lucky? or just a voice of reason? Either way, it's a blessing and a welcome symbol. Don't question the Buffalo! Many stories of this beautiful beast to come. . .

Doodles from the Desk

2011-06-25T12:15:00.003-05:00

Music, Hosty (I swear I'm not obsessed) and cars. There are some things that never change. Sometimes I venture out and make oragami.

The Big City

2011-06-25T11:47:00.003-05:00

Good morning! It's a slow start to a Saturday but I wouldn't have it any other way. I have time to relax, ponder and blog! I've been trying to get back into the swing of everyday post but it's tough. Now that I'm back at a desk for forty hours a week you'd think I could sneak a post in here or there. Well, I probably could. But, I've been living in the moment. I replaced the camera I used to haul in my satchel with a book. Photos take a back seat to the demands of life (living).

My camera also contributed to the decision to ditch documentation. It was big with minimal battery life. I may be able to snap 5 or 6 photos (maybe) before it told me to change the new batteries. I'm highly considering buying a new one if not for the sake of this blog but to document my art. I've decided to let my website lapse. It's out of date and it cost money. I plan on a major overhaul and then she'll go live. A revival. Anyone out there want to help?

So, back to living. . .Last weekend I made a short jaunt to visit my grandpa in Fort Worth. He had been hounding me about making the trip. I hadn't been since last summer. I need a breath of fresh air, I need to see wine in the grocery store, but most of all I need to sit and have coffee with my grandpa while he reads the paper. We talk politics and cars. He tells me stories about my mom and takes me shopping. He's a stand up guy, love him!

We usually don't partake in the night life but I couldn't resist. They'd tuck in early and I had to burn the midnight oil! One of my favorite spots is the Scat Jazz Lounge. It's something out of a Dean Martin movie. The cover is a bit steep but who can put a price on fun? I overindulged a bit that first night and claimed I would take it easy the rest of the weekend. HA! The next afternoon I caught wind of my favorite Norman band playing near TCU! WHAT! The stars had aligned and the buffalo sighting personified. Alas, I couldn't be contained. Libations were tame but it was made up in dancing. Luckily, they were the openers so the set was short and I made it home just a bit after midnight. It was a pleasantly busy weekend, Fort Worth has always been close to my heart! Visit if you can, see some museums. . .

Renewal

2011-06-14T12:13:00.002-05:00

Nothing new, I've been burning the candle at both ends. Last weekend it caught up with me. I felt exhausted, emotional, and blue. I wasn't sure how kick it. Once you start down that road it's tough to find an off ramp (and lord knows, drinkin' ain't the answer). I've been feeling restless and homesick. I long for Tulsa, my treehouse, my studio, walks with Zola through Maple Park and stopping time at CHOCS. I've already grown tired of routine and forty hour work weeks in an office. It's only been about two weeks and my head is in the clouds. Through the darkness I have realized that my decision to move away was necessary and I am positive it was the right decision.
So, to kick the blues? Mother nature. A trip to the lake did the trick, along with some much needed inspiration and support from a kindred spirit-we shall refer to him as "Big Daddy" (because it would make him laugh). We all wax and wane. Thankfully, the earth and our dearest are always there for the downward spiral. Even through the heartbreak of being away from Tulsa, I was able to appreciate my home-the red dirt, muddy water and family. My cousin and I (along with her buddy)spent a few hours in the cool lake, basked in the sun and had a picnic. We had lots of laughs and I felt renewed, connected and ready to start a new week! It was a wonderful way to wrap up a melancholy Monday! Now, onward. . .conquer the 405!

Summer

2011-06-13T10:18:00.002-05:00

Summer 2011 is full fledged! It's tough to believe I've already concluded a full year of grad school. When I started I was hesitant about a three year commitment but now I'm thankful I have an extra year to get my thesis together. Because of the extended program, I am able to take a summer "off." I decided I'd try to save some money this summer so I took a job opportunity here in Norman and decided I'd camp out at my folks.

Last night I was hangin' at my local haunt when one of my buddies reminded me that I haven' blogged in a bit. It's sat dormant this last year. I've been busy and had little time to collect my thought much less organize a blog. I spent most of my waking hours in the studio and socializing. Regardless of my bad habit of burning the candle from both ends, I someone made it out alive. Now, I'm back in Norman, studio less and overwhelmed with a full time job and too many social opportunities. Back to the grind, on the balancing beam. . .

We'll see how it goes. Maybe I just need to get back into blogging/venting/spilling. It's good to throw it out there. I'll work on the visuals. I hope to build a new portfolio this summer. Woodcuts! Lots, of carving!

In the meantime, take a peek at some collaborative pieces I did with the two other graduate students: [Photos by Natalie!]
Meet John and Natalie. Someday we hope to take the OKIE print scene by storm. Hell, we may even spark it? Stay tuned...SUMMER!

Spring

2011-03-30T19:34:00.002-05:00

Howdy!

Surprise! I'm still here! Yep, I haven't fallen from the face of the earth. Just been tied up with my love, Tulsa! Chasing her is a full time job. 2011! Yep, deep into it, already #4. Not to be a spoil sport but 2011 isn't 2010. I've decided even years bring luck. Good thing, there's still time to warm up to 2011 and I suspect the warmer it gets the better it becomes. Fingers crossed.

As I was saying, it's been a whirlwind. I have two classes outside of the art school this semester and I feel like my printmaking/painting/mixed media work has waned because of it. I've been busy with book studies. This year has been filled with lots of social outings. Pie, beer, dancing, lots of dancing, music, boys, more boys. The semester is on it's way out the door and things are getting serious. I'm sitting in my studio preparing some pieces for the annual student show (next Thursday, April 7). It's juried, hopefully I can get something accepted. A few other things worth mentioning: The TU MFA thesis show is this Friday, April 1 at the Living Arts Gallery, COME! Support these budding artist, they've worked their asses off.

Also, A couple of weeks ago I attended Southern Graphics Conference (SGC) a printmaking conference. It was heaven! It's good to see other people with crazy, nerdy, print obsessions. And, St. Louis has a lot to offer! I'm headed back this summer for a week long 'bootcamp' with the woodcut master, Tom Huck! I'm stoked. Well, there's lots more but I'm getting a bit overwhelmed just thinking about it. On that note, I'll leave you with a slideshow from the photos from my phone. I just unloaded them onto my computer and decided that may entertain you and give you an idea of that I do when I'm running this town! Enjoy. XoXo (Don't be a stranger, even if I am).

Swap

2011-01-26T19:30:00.003-06:00

I'm part of a contemporary, embroidery group on Flickr: Phat Quarter.
I embroider to relax. I embroider to carry on seemingly 'dieing' craft. Phat Quarter makes me think otherwise. We're alive and well, hopefully getting closer to galleries.
Every month with a fifth Friday, the group organizes a swap. This month the theme was 'Music.' I decided to go somewhat generic. I ran the canvas through my inkjet and embellished. It was a quick and fun piece. Now that I'm able to print directly onto fabric with my printer I've been going crazy with embroidery. To bad I haven't found that motivation for my classes. I need a muse. . .

I'm off to Norman this weekend so I should get back to packing. Have a Happy Weekend!

Mixed Media

2011-01-21T10:05:00.002-06:00

So, I'm formally labeled a printmaker. Enrolled as an MFA student in Printmaking. While I love printmaking, I'm sort of an 'anti-printmaker, printmaker' I work in small numbers, mostly 1. I'm not big on huge production run and I love 'one-of-a kind.' I guess I'm a 'painterly-print maker.' Who needs labels anyway?

I really consider myself a mixed media artist. I love textiles, thread and I'm always look for ways to incorporate craft into my work. Lately, I've been hellbent on image transfers. How can I apply printmaking to fabric? Well, screen printing is an obvious solution but what else? It was during my research that I realized a seemingly obvious method but it was something I hadn't thought about. How about running fabric through an inkjet printer? WOW! Profound. Here's a great tutorial. My printer is a cheapy and it doesn't support banner/large format so I just spray adhesive fabric to sheets of card stock. Voila!

There are also various solvent transfer methods. One of the popular transfer methods around our Art School is Hand Sanitizer Transfers. They don't do very well on textiles but they work beautifully on smooth surfaces such as watercolor paper or wood.

I also ran across a Citra Solv Transfer which I haven't tried but the tutorial is well done and seems successful! Have I missed anything? I'm always up for learning new techniques! Fun Friday and Weekend Wishes!

Last Minutes

2011-01-16T17:55:00.002-06:00

Yesterday I had a baby shower to attend. I know, fun. Well, by Friday I decided I better get to work on something. I looked around and realized I had a thrift store frame ready for a revival. I rifled through some of my paper and found a couple of pieces of hand dyed paper that would fit. Of course, it had already been used so I had to figure out a way to piece them together. How about thread? I've been on a paper sewing kick since grad school. Not only is it functional but it's also like drawing, but with a sewing machine. It's also a very green approach. In the past, I saved every little inch of those expensive paper but in the end they just sat, untouched. Then, I moved and decided to throw all of those "useless" bits. What was I thinking? Now, I use them like a quilter uses scraps. It's fun and economical! So, for Reese Renee Robbins, I painted a Robin's nest. She'll be here in February! And, I'm happy to help jazz up her nest!

The Collective

2011-01-16T17:16:00.002-06:00

Printmaking is a team sport. Things run smoother in numbers. Aside from the technical benefits of working in a group it's also socially rewarding. I entered the printmaking department last fall with two other print grads. We've become a tight pack. In fact, this semester we plan on working on an extensive, collaborative project. More detail shall follow but for now, I want to discuss the Universal Limited Art Editions or ULAE.

Last Thursday, me and my fellow print-makers attended a lecture by Bill Goldston at the Philbrook. Bill has maintained and grown the print collective and it's quite an amazing story. I won't elaborate since you can read the history on the website but Bill emphasized the importance of creating a community. I felt a spark. I told my cohorts that like the ULAE, we'd make history. After the lecture, we went over to a gallery down on Brookside to see some of the prints that came out of the ULAE. It's big time. We're talking huge names: Rauschenberg, Johns, Tuttle, and so on. IT's endearing to see people banding together and exchanging ideas. We've decided to start our own group. We were all so pumped we went out for a few drinks and started tossing around names and logos! Time to take Tulsa by storm. Look out!

The Arsenal

2011-01-14T16:15:00.003-06:00

First Friday of the semester, Done! Which concludes the first week of my spring semester. Time flies. I can't believe it's already 2011! Today the graduate students were required to open their studios to the faculty. I wasn't sure what to expect but it turned out better than I anticipated. First, I hadn't personally met all the faculty so it was nice to formally meet and chit chat about the biz. I got some very constructive criticism. There were several suggestions that I'm really excited about. I've felt as though I've been lacking in direction and today a lot was clarified. Thanks TU faculty!

After my appointment I decided to look over my notes from last semester. It was a full day of review and contemplation. I decided to make a catalog of the various, contemporary artist that my professor suggest I research. All of the artist are quite different and most of them do not directly relate to my work but they were offered for various reasons. Whether it be, technique, ingenuity, originality, color, composition or concept, each of these artist were discussed over the course of my studies. I think it's interesting to look at them as a collective but I also wanted to document the list digitally. Enjoy!
Elizabeth Murray
Joseph Cornell Kurt Schwitters

Joyce Kozloff
Beth Grabowski
Marcel Duchamp (Readymades)
Louise Bourgeois
Louis Mathiasdottir
Rosemarie Beck

Particular faves? I'd love to discuss.

Breathing Color

2011-01-07T19:24:00.003-06:00

I lose sleep over color. It's something I've never given much thought but since last semester I eat, breath, and drink color. Sometimes drinking is the only thing that numbs my obsession. It's all my fault. I enrolled in a painting class and now I'm all choked up. I can't drive down the turnpike without noticing the relationship between the cool, unscathed gray of the shoulder contrast with the worn, warmer gray of the traveled lanes. And then! That electric yellow that demarcates! Ok, I'll stop, but as you can seen it's overwhelming. Do you see what I see? Who knows. How do you explain color? What terms can I use?It's so relative and even deeper when you consider perspective.

So, all that being (unnecessarily?) said, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out color in my work. Many a critiques with my painting professor and I have yet to scratch the surface. He did reassure me, "I still have not mastered color." I guess it's a lifelong endeavor,a marriage. I wouldn't say any of my pieces were 'successful' but I can see growth.This was one of the first pieces. At the beginning of the semester he gave me some criteria to get me started. I had to do 16 different paintings. Of all the paintings this was my favorite. It became the cornerstone for the rest of the semester. I started playing around with using scraps and collaging them together. Like picking up roadkill and 'fixin' it'' These were a couple of pieces from my last critique. This is where I ended my first semester. What a change? I can't say it's for the better but again-growth/change. My last critique was a bit frightening. I vividly remember him stating, "I was worried in the beginning but I feel better about where you've ended up." EEEEeek! It was quite stressful but very fun. So fun that I've contemplated switching over to painting. But, in the end, I thrive on process and printmaking is it! I will continue to take hours in painting, it's so fluid and natural, gives me a break from the intense processes involved with printing.

Believe it or not, I did pass (with flying colors) and I plan to continue with the challenge. If you're close swing by the studio, I'd love to talk color.

2011

2011-01-05T14:31:00.007-06:00

Hi! Happy New Year!

It's been too long. Is anyone out there? Well, if you are, I'm still here. Things have yet to slow down and my camera has been out of commission for the last few months. I finally fixed it and I just renewed my Flickr Pro account. It's time to make up for lost time. Our first snap in 2011!
New Year-New City-New Photos. Last December I finished up my first semester of graduate school. YAY! I planned on documenting the experience but I haven't conquered time. I finished up two independent study courses, one in painting and one in printmaking and I also completed an advanced lithography class! Litho is fun!

I also made some great friends. The other two print grads are something! I look forward to working with them next semester in our 'open print' class. We've already started planning our next move. We had many productive meetings alongside some fun times! Minimal evidence exist and the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

More changes. I changed jobs midway through last semester. I'm now working at part-time at the law school. It's not so different, in fact, it took very little adjusting. I really enjoy my coworkers, they are all troopers with terrific attitudes. The first day on the job I ran endless feet of cable with the director. It's a group that's not afraid to work outside of titles and get their hands dirty.

Between all the newness that became in 2010 (new city, school, job, friends) it's tough to wave goodbye but I look forward to the mystery. One of my goals is to complete a documentary about rat rods before I finish my grad program. I use the term 'documentary' loosely. A rat rod (for wondering minds). Compliments of me friend and former supervisor, Amanda! Her dad has done quite a job on his beast!

I want to record the culture be it, feature fill or a collection of slideshows with audio. Thankfully, the spark appealed to one of the other grads and he has been a font of knowledge on making it happen.

I would also like to conclude a catalog for my family that focuses on my maternal grandmother. I started a collection of good memories from everyone in the family and I'd like to organize and publish the catalog this year. My grandma has Alzheimer's and needless to say, it has been rough on the family. Some members seek religion but I want to remember her without the disease. I've heard some great stories and learned a lot about her the past few months and I want to shout it out.

There are list and list full of 'to do's' for 2011 but I'll spare you. Let's steam forward, rear views wiped clean.Pedal to the metal!

Humility

2010-11-03T19:50:00.004-05:00

Hi! I'd like to scream, "I'm BACK!" but I can't make any promises. Sorry. I'm still toiling away in my studio, I've changed jobs and I feel much more at home. It seems strange that work can make me feel at ease but it does. It feels safe, I have a plan B (which I refuse to accept). Whether I like it or not, I know it helps me sleep at night.

Today was an odd day. I met with visiting artist, Ruth Miller (what a lovely woman!) and she really got me thinking. We looked at my work and had a nice chat in my studio. While I was waiting to meet with her my painting professor came in to take a look at my work. He told me I should keep a journal. Write things down, nothing fancy. I told him I had a blog where I used to do a lot of journaling but he suggested something more private. I told him only special people have the URL. HA! He laughed. After Ruth and I visited a bit, she proceeded to tell me I need to keep a diary. Maybe it's just something all artist do but I took it as a sign- I need to pick it up, AGAIN. Write. Write for the sake of sanity.

Today after my meeting/critique I had class. I'm sure it was just me, but, people seemed off and edgy. Perhaps I was radiating a negative aura but I just felt like everyone was trying to pick a fight. I started getting paranoid. What have I done? And then, just a downward spiral. I had to break free. I cut and ran, went home, walked Zola and watched the sun set on the city. I had to breath. My first panic attack? Maybe. I think the closer it gets to the end (of the semester) the tighter wound everyone becomes. I guess eventually we'll either kill each other or we'll break down and drink ourselves in a celebratory stupor! I'll take the latter. . .NOW.

Anyway, I ramble. I need to read, relax and then write. Last weekend I decided to make an impulsive trip to Norman and I must leave you with a few Halloween photos.LOOK OUT! It's a Golden Hurricane!Detail: Even heavy machinery doesn't stand a chance. . .

Once things calm down (will they) I'll try to post some work and talk a bit about what I've been up to. Right now I'm so scatterbrained that I don't even know what track I'm on. As the end nears I'm hoping to sit down, look at what I've done (or haven't done) and diagnose/remedy. Check back, in, well, awhile. . .

Austere

2010-09-18T17:18:00.002-05:00

Month or so into grad school and still little structure/routine in my life. I've learned to cope. It's getting better, summer has waned but I'm still extremely scatter brained. Ideas are everywhere, seems I can't get it out before another one spawns. Can't complain, but, I could use some organization system. I suppose to I could get back into the habit of filling my sketchbook. Shamefully, it's been awhile since I've crack it. I guess I've discounted it's value. which as cost me a lot. Instead of using the space in the sketchbook I just jump right into the real deal. In conclusion, I cut corners and it usually affects the magnitude of the work. It's similar to a carpenter measuring only once. The difference? I can 'cut twice' with the dip of some gesso and the slide of a brush I can start anew. But, I lack efficiency and my practical side cringes. At any rate, I'm currently taking a break from a long day in the studio. Sitting outside the McFarlin Library and basking in the sun, this is what I'm listening to, seeking inspiration, and perhaps daydreaming a bit:

The Joy Formidable - Austere from TJF Fan on Vimeo.

Hopefully I'll post some new work sooner than later. Right now my camera is out of reach and I have yet to charge the batteries. If you're really interested swing by the studio, bring some coffee. . .

Sweet September

2010-09-01T10:08:00.002-05:00

September is here! Time flies even when you tuck in late and rise early. I don't wish for eternal life, just longer days. I've just started settling in my studio. Last night I was up there working, it's motivating. I can't wait to fill the walls with paintings and prints. I have also started to pick up a routine. After days and several emails, I was finally able to meet with my painting professor. He gave me some beginning assignments, the pressure is on:
1 painting about light
1 painting about space
1 painting about color
1 painting about surface/picture plane
1 painting about form-forms in the painting and the painting as a form1 panting about textural mark
1 painting with pigmented mark (variations on pointillist mark)
1 study pre 20th century artist (Titian, El Greco, Courbet, Chardin, Velasquez, Rembrandt, etc)
1 study post 20th cebnt. artist (Cezanne, Matisse, Southine, Bonnard, Diebenkorn etc.)
1 self-portrait
1 tell a story with paint/pigment
1 make a painting that is descriptive1 make a painting that is dynamic or aggressive
1 make a a painting that is passive
1 make a painting utilizing a grid

The time line? "About 2 weeks" WOW! really? I feel like I'm a week behind but it does feel good to have some structure.

Well, game on, off to paint. I'll keep you posted on my endeavors.

Home

2010-08-28T15:45:00.006-05:00

Well, we're about to kiss August goodbye and I've just started to settle in to my new place. Zola and I rose early and headed over to the farmers market. Second Saturday was a hit. We arrived a little later than last weekend and caught some live music. It was just right outside. The sun was rising and there was a cool breeze. It seems summer is also packing it's things and preparing to hit the road for awhile.

I've concluded the first week of graduate school, so far, so good. I'm still in the dark about several things but the path feels right. I have my own studio on campus which will serve as a second bedroom/home-away-from home. I'm ready to get my hands dirty!

I also completed a week of work over at the museum. It's a retail job, and part time so it has also been an adjustment. I've found the best remedy is keeping a book within arm's reach. Between work and school, I'm about to lose 'personal time' which means this blog my dwindle to a few post a month. I would like to redirect the post to my graduate work. The process, my thoughts and their derivation along with contemporary studies. It's crucial to delve into the scene and I plan to use this blog as an outlet. Stay tuned for some originals. The studio is primed and ready. In the meantime, some 'iPhone shots' from the beginning of my Tulsa Time:The birth of Zola. Lazy days with the pooch. A snippet from one of Tulsa's many bike trails. Right now I am without a cycle and I feel disconnected. I tried to buy a trunk mounted rack to haul my bike but I wasn't satisfied. I should have planned better. I am now waiting, impatiently, for someone to deliver my bike to me. It's excruciating. The weather is exceptional and I'm missing out! Naked ladies everywhere! A piece from TU. A final note-words of wisdom.

OKIE STUDIOS

2010-08-19T21:52:00.004-05:00

Hi! It's been too long. Apologies. Things have been/are hectic. Last night I spent my first night in Tulsa. It's still a bit surreal. I feel like an outsider looking in, starry eyed. Today was graduate student orientation and my first day back to work. I quit my last job August 6th and since then it's been ridiculous. I'm not sure when summer officially ends but I'm called it last weekend. Last weekend was my send off. Four consecutive days dancin', drinkin' and merrimakin' takes it's toll in more ways than one. I'm ready to buckle down. Summer 2010 has been the best. Seriously. Lots of cupcakes. My best friends in Norman at the same time! Sunday nights swingin' to Hosty. Good debates with the guys from OU Law. Summer flings! Fireworks! Professional Photoshoots! My last evening in Norman, I had a photo shoot with Bill Richards of Okie Studios. He is one of the terrific bartenders from the Deli and he just shines through the camera! He is super professional and I was thrilled to work with him! I don't usually enjoy being photograph. In fact, I didn't even have professional senior photos made. Luckily, I have a completely different attitude than the one that hung over me back then. This shoot was delightful. Bill is an amazing artist. His attention to detail and concept development is top notch. He is a whiz with the computer! This was our final take. When I asked him if I needed to bring anything he replied, "bring a smile and anything that screams 'you'" What is more fitting that an chainsaw? "Little Red, Riding Bill!" Out for blood!

Did this really happen? How can I top it? How about with intensive graduate work? Believe it or not, I'm a bit homesick. I miss my house a bit. My yard. I need to mow, or do I? I miss my bike (it should be here soon and I can't wait to hit the trails). I miss the Deli and I'm going to miss my crew. Time to establish a new one!

Zola and I took a stroll through Maple Park this evening. It's blocks away from my digs and it was at this moment: the sun setting on the Tulsa Skyline (just over the park) with my best buddy, that I knew this was home. I can't wait to start classes Monday. I have lots to do to the apartment. Look forward to photos. I am quite scatterbrained these days (as you can probably tell) so don't hold your breath but it will happen. . .eventually. Since I'm not sitting at a desk eight hours a day (day in-day out) I find little time to blog. I'm hoping that once I establish a routine here in the 918, I'll be better at posting. I look forward to my latest endeavors and I can't wait to share them with you! Farmer's market this weekend (it's walking distance!) and garage sailing. Join me if you're in the neighborhood! Toodles!

My Best

2010-08-04T11:34:00.003-05:00

It's August! I can't believe it. So much to do and it's already the 4th! My days in Norman are numbered and I've already got work lined up in Tulsa. I start a part time gig up at the Gilcrease August 19. I can't wait to jump, head first, into the art program but I'm still a but worried about finances. The last few days have been blurry. Since last weekend, I feel as though I'm viewing myself from above. I can't coordinate my body with my mind and it's been fairly rough getting things done. Last weekend was full of activities and drama. Perhaps, that's why I'm feeling odd. I'm trying to repair. Luckily, my three best friends were in tow. I wish they were around more often but as we've grown up, we all have busy schedules and endless responsibilities. We also live in different cities which makes it tough.JME. Carmen. Me. KC

We spent Saturday afternoon/evening together and it was just like old times. I wish they could have hung around longer, it was an emotional and fulfilling weekend but I could use them this week/month. Good friends are hard to find and I'm lucky to have held on to these throughout the years. Many more to come. Love you girls!

Across the Pond

2010-07-30T11:36:00.005-05:00

I wish I were across the pond at this moment, this weekend. I need a break in culture. I have lots of family in from out of town and it's going to be a busy weekend. We've all docked here in Norman to witness my brother take his vows and buckle his shackles. Bottoms up!

While we're on the subject of bottles, I created this design for an t-shirt contest. Check out the details here. I had several ideas but this is the one that came to life digitally. It would be nice to have my work printed and marketed but I just like opportunities to design and fool around with CS4.

It's going to be a busy weekend. I'll be out of pocket most of August. Moving, adjusting and playing. Consider my absense a sign of living. I'll be posting sporadically but if you're really interested and it's convienent, meet me face to face. I'm planing to submerge myself in art. A life of Asceticism. While I may not physically be 'across the pond' I'll be way beyond that in my studies for the next three years. With one more week of work, things are starting to sting with reality. I'd like to see you and yours, this weekend?

Amish Friendship Bread

2010-07-28T15:00:00.004-05:00

Ten days ago I was sitting at my desk, starving, wishing I had grabbed that banana from the fruit basket. Low and behold, one of my coworkers came in with a hearty, loaf of Amish Friendship bread. Much to my surprise, there was a catch. In order to partake, I had to agree to take the 'starter bag' and follow the prescribed instructions. Yesterday marked the baking day. If you haven't heard or tasted Amish Friendship bread, I highly suggest seeking out an avenue for a starter bag. Rumor has it, only the Amish know how to create a starter bag but I'm sure if you really want to crash the party you could just google it (damn technology). It's a yeast bread so there's a process and division to keep the cycle churning and cranking out loaves. I like to think the yeast in my bread was created from yeast that has traveled many years and through exotic destinations. So romantic. This morning, I hit the unfortunate 'bagels for the office' day so the bread was left untouched. I decided to cut pieces and take it to the various offices around the Law School. Everyone took it without hesitation and responded positively. Smiles and friendship, I felt I had done the bread and the Amish right. Success!

Wisdom

2010-07-27T15:47:00.007-05:00

Did you know the owl symbolizes wisdom and prosperity (at least in some cultures)? I wasn't aware of this until I began my work at the Law School. The Owl adorns the Law School seal and is a well known icon around these parts. Earlier this month, I was approached by our wonderful recruiter asking for a commission before my resignation. I obliged and tried to take the 'green approach' by pedaling some of my stock but she requested a new piece. Specifically, an owl. I love birds! And, I was excited to get the work. This is quite a bit different than most of the pieces that fill her office but hopefully she can appreciate it. She's out this week so I left it as surprise on her desk. It's a custom piece! She didn't include a price range so I decided to keep the piece small and on the light side of labor, just in case. Better safe than sorry? I already have a studio full of labor intensive/expensive pieces that I just can't pawn off. I've learned that scale is essential during hard times.

The piece includes paint, hand embroidery and an image transfer on some drapery material. Fingers crossed that I've struck (real) gold. This piece is 4x6". If you're interested in something similar or would like to commission a piece drop me a line!

Three Clicks

2010-07-27T15:27:00.003-05:00

Click your heels three times and you're home. I've been thinking a lot about 'home.' I wish I didn't have to leave my home/house. I've spent years collecting pieces and making it a place screams, 'Bill.' Now I'm uprooting. I wish I could take it with me. Precisely, "IT." What makes a house a home? The age old question, just like "How many licks. . ." Anyway, I ramble. But, really, I'm anxious. I can't sit still. I have been riding quite a bit and I've discovered one of my favorite streets in Norman. McNamee Street- beautiful towering trees with specks of diamonds strewn across the street. It's like something out of a movie. Miles from my house, it isn't exactly my neighborhood, but every time I pedal down it I hear birds chirp, laughter and everything that sings 'perfection.' I feel at home. I could stay forever. The houses are compromised of remodeled craftsman and well kept dollhouses. They are adorable. McNamee is something you'd find in a storybook. The best part is, it's very maintained and vintage but lacks that "snobby, yuppie tarnish." McNamee made me realize that it is possible to encounter 'home away from home.' Let's just hope there's a piece for me up in Tulsa. I decided that I'd try to sketch as many of the houses down McNamee and send them to the addresses. Maybe a little bit creepy but more a gesture of my gratitude and admiration for the integrity of history. There's a real feel of community down that stretch of street between flood and berry and I want to document it, give it back. Here's to home!

THAT Girl

2010-07-26T15:42:00.004-05:00

No one wants to be 'THAT girl,' but occasionally, we just have to learn to cope. For me, it's self inflicted. I bought and iPhone. Right before bouncing into graduate school, having next-to-nothing to live on and I go and follow the herd. The phone has it's conveniences but the first thing I did is switch off every extra. There's just something about being over connected. I don't like it. I want to look at people in the face. I don't like side text conversations and I don't like to think some "app" is more fun than me! Really? YES! Look at me when I'm speaking, I do the same for you! Anyway, I rant. But, I did have some fun stenciling the case. It's not the most practical thing considering mere minutes after the paint job it was chipping. I touched it up and coated it with an acrylic varnish. That did the trick. I would really like to have on of these fancies. A parting/welcome gift as I jump into my new life? Maybe. I'd settle for something a little more valuable with a creative touch. Think about it. We could trade. Now, back to your iPhone. Just remember that your friends are better than a data plan anyday!

Norman Nostalgia

2010-07-23T13:38:00.006-05:00

Blue skies equates into bike rides and tanlines. I've been to the edge of Norman and back. This week, I bring you to the Southwest corner. Here, we have totem poles. This pole has been there a few years but they slapped it with a new coat of paint this month. It really stands out. I liked it better before. I see it everyday in passing and the weathered wood made it difficult to translate. It was enticing. Now, all the details are out in the open. Not much left to desire. I still really dig it. I've been thinking a lot about totem poles. I presume they will inch their way into my intense graduate studies.On the flip side of bold and direct, I bring you mundane. I rode past the chain link at the opportune time. The sun was hitting it just right and casting the most delicate lacy pattern. I wished I had some stencil plastic with me at that moment. It's things like this that make my day. I realized that I can't take it with me, it lives in the moment. A photo can't even do it justice. So why are you reading? Go outside, seize the moment! (Graduation speech-done!). Have a wAnderfull weekend!

Burger Night

2010-07-21T21:24:00.002-05:00

Wednesday is 'burger night' and has been since March. I don't eat a lot of meat. In fact, only once a week, reserved for McNellie's burgers. McNellies is a local pub that began in Tulsa. There's also one in OKC and Norman joined the band wagon earlier this year. Lucky. They have a huge beer selection including a numerous draught line up. The atmosphere is great and you can't beat a $3.00 burger. We aren't talking your run-of-the-mill, fast food burger. It's juicy served up with lots of veggies and pub fries (I suggest the sweet potato fries, a baragin fifty cent upgrade (well worth it)). The bar is always packed on Wednesdays. Happy hour! A little tip, if you get there around/before 6 chances are you won't have to battle this crowd. This was the scene as we were leaving (full and happy).Each week friends gather and we wait in line for that delectable burger. There are the 'burger regulars' and each week a larger crowd. Cheers to local business and burgers! See you on burger night, all hail in the name of beef!

Norman Nostalgia

2010-07-21T21:09:00.006-05:00

Weeks away from relocating, I've decided to start a new project. I love Norman. I can't wait to get home and hop on my bike. I want to capture all those corner and crevices from my bike travels. I want to take them with me to Tulsa. I also want you to see what lurks in those 'dark alleys.' Be prepared to see things from my bike treks, my walks with Zola and my bar rendezvous. I'm going to collect these tidbits and wear them like charms. I can't wait to burn the streets of Tulsa but for now, be prepared to view Norman in the nude. I shall call these post, "Norman Nostalgia" Let the games begin! A 1912 miniature version of OU Campus over on Jones (near the train depot). I chose this street because it depicts my campus corner hangouts.Neato!Little effort-high impact. Sweet! I don't think I've ever expressed my love of the Chinook. It's presence is massive even thousands of feet in the sky. It's a real head turner. I was relaxing over at Lyon's park, reading my book, mindin' my business when I was interrupted by this beast. I sat up and noticed everyone else in the park had paused to sneer at that big ol' bird. Impressive. What a day in Norman town!

Changing Face

2010-07-20T16:47:00.004-05:00

Voila! Bill The Girl has been transformed. From 'Lock and Key' to 'Studio 201.' So, what's the relevance? Well, I got an email last week stating that I have a studio awaiting my presence at The University of Tulsa! Studio 201! How exciting! Given that I'm living in a tiny ass apartment, it will be nice to have some storage for my supplies. I haven't seen it but I can hardly stand still. I was inspired. It's time to start a new chapter and this ol' blog needed a face lift! Same 'ol stuff, my ramblings, projects and food! Looking forward to 201 in the 918! X0X0

New Digs

2010-07-20T12:22:00.004-05:00

Howdy! It's been awhile. A lot has happened and it's only going to be a landslide from here on out. Last weekend I claimed my home-front in Tulsa. I now have a place to stay. Today I signed my life away and indebted myself, joyfully (optimism is the only medicine I take). In a few short weeks I'm going to be a graduate student pursuing yet another impractical degree. Like I've always said, I love a challenge! So, without further ado, check out my new hidey hole: This is the layout. It's above a garage behind a rather large house in Midtown, Tulsa. It's more like an efficiency than a 1 bedroom. I looked at several one bedrooms within various apartment complexes around Tulsa and they were comparable in price. Here, I sacrifice a living area and off street parking, but, I gain a yard and incredible neighbors. I basically have my own, stand alone, house, which is much nicer than a complex. I weighed the pros and cons and decided I would sacrifice 'stuff' for a lifestyle and location. I'll be walking distance to the Cherry Street Farmer's market (only to cry over a life of poverty) and biking distance to the river! I can't wait. Now, for the scary part: This is where it gets a little iffy. The paint choices in this place are hideous. I know it may look a little dank, but it has real potential. It's cozy,not to fear! He said I could paint! My landlord is also giving me a free 1/2 month to get moved. Good deal. The kitchen is tiny and also dingy. I assume this entire place was painted with bargain cans. Notice the W/D in the kitchen? This was also a huge selling point, along with Central H/A. Next drawback-carpet. Even worse-pink! I despise carpet. It's nasty but, again, I had to weigh my options and the location sold me. I've decided that I'm going to cover it with rugs. I'm on the prowl for Oriental rugs. Hit me up if you spot one at a garage sale or hanging out of a trash can. This space will most likely be the nook for my bed. I haven't quite decided on the layout which is why I'm posting. Help ME! This is the area off of the kitchen. I was thinking it may work as a living/studio area but the closet is on one of these walls, so that's limiting.

I made the drawing above so you may get an idea of the layout. I plan on doing some digital mock ups including furniture very soon but I thought I'd throw this out here and see if I have any interior design buffs lurking in the darkness. I'm going from a three bedroom house to this little den. It's going to be tough but I've been doing my homework. Seems there are lots of tricks to efficiency living. Right now, I can use all the help I can get so let's here it!

Set in Stone.

2010-07-16T15:40:00.006-05:00

It's time to shout it from the rooftops! I have officially claimed the 918 as my new area code. Tulsa here I come (for real)! I had another opportunity arise in New York. A paid gig, in textile design. I'm crazy to decline, I know, but the details weren't adding up. I was assured it would be there waiting for me when I'm ready. It's nice to have a back-up-plan (even if it's slim).

Tomorrow I'm headed up to sign a lease for an apartment and officially shake the hand of my new home. It's exciting and scary. I'm stressed but I'll feel relieved once I know I have a place to hang my hat. Now, the next hurdle, wrapping up all my messes in this county. Whirlwind! It's going to be a busy weekend. Maybe I'll start packing? Only if the sun isn't shining will you find me in the house! Decisions done. Time to celebrate! Cheers and a happy weekend!

Salvaged Salvage

2010-07-15T21:09:00.002-05:00

It's been a hot summer here in Oklahoma. I love it. As you may know, I can't get enough. I come home, throw my 'stuff' down and head back out the door. Whether it be on my bike or walking the dog I can't stand to sit indoors. My pooch, Zola, adores the attention and can hardly stand still when she hears the jingle of the leash. She's very much a creature of habit. I give her lead and she sniffs out the same spots every time. It's like clock work. Every walk for as long as I can remember,we've passed this heavily altered piece of metal on the side of the road. I gaze at it every time and wonder how many times it has been ran over, what was it? Spam? Tuna? It's a bit disturbing how much I've contemplated the history of this piece of trash. Well, yesterday I had a few hours to spare so I picked it up. A little up the trail, I came across a safety top that read "Cut this out." It was glistening in the evening sun. Shiny. I took the pieces home, scrubbed them a bit and decided they were stencil worthy. Again, I'm completely inhibited when I use discarded items. It's invigorating. Nothing to loose! I feel like this attitude fits the subject matter. Do you feel lucky? Punk?

Perhaps you better, "Cut This Out?" It's up for sale. 5x7" Hit me up if you're interested.

Down Size

2010-07-15T21:08:00.003-05:00

Slowly and surely I'm cutting ties. I'm attempting to purge the unnecessary and live simple. One thing that has come surprisingly easy is the ability to go from a large carry all to a teeny satchel. I dig carrying my wallet, keys and phone. Who needs Neosporin , hairbrushes, chewed gum and receipts from last years trip to Timbuktu slung over their shoulder day in and day out? Not me. Spare me the baggage. I want to dance. I want to take off running like the wind if need be and that requires a 'brick free' bag. I went from a clutch to an over the shoulder because it's more comfortable.We mustn't forget fashion. I'm pretty excited about the outcome. This little number was created from scrap leather and trinkets pulled from the depths of my jewelry box. It comes equipped with a loop in the back making it capable of clipping onto a belt. Fancy Fanny! It's my medicine bag, I can't wait to give it a run this weekend. Weekend? It's nearly here! Happy stitcher!

To Eat

2010-07-14T08:57:00.011-05:00

I love food. I love to eat. There was a day when I wasn't so particular but back in the summer of 2009 my life took a turn. I decided to realign my priorities, goals and lifestyle. It was at this point that my palate became open to anything. I went from a fast food, minus-this, minus-that meat and potatoes gal to only eating meat once a week. I can't get enough fresh produce. The colors and texture of vegetables are just appetizing. It's like experiencing art in a completely new way! As we are bombarded by shitty, fried, homogenized, drive through food, we lose site of the possibilities and creativity involved in food prep. It's an art! Don't forget it. Break free from what you know. What's the worst that could happen? I contribute my bad eating habits to my family. My mom taught me how to eat and I followed suit. I took the easy road-no fun.

I've realized that it's better to order things as they are served. There's a reason the dish combines certain ingredients and I find it best to try it as suggested. It's the same concept as trying the fries before you salt them. Eating a tomato atop a hamburger is worlds apart from biting into one like an apple. Cooked onions take on a much milder flavor and varied texture from raw. Right? So do you really HATE onions? Have you tried them minced in salsa? I bet you've eaten them at one point or another without notice and probably without a wince. I'll never get through to some of you and I'm sorry. Just know that diversity is the spice of life. Long lived the Omnivore!

One of the issues I have with eating is that I refuse to eat slop. I would not take a knife to my heart and I'm certainly not going to feed it a Mc'D big mac. I'm overwhelmed with list for the move but one of the things that's been weighing heavily on my mind is my commitment to a life of poverty. I'm going back to being a poor student with a part time job and exorbitant rent. It's going to be tough. No more good coffee. No more whole foods market. I have to learn to eat healthy on a strict budget. Food will no longer be for pleasure, it will be for sustenance and calories.

I'm currently able to purchase most of my food from local market and the OK coop. I'm eating local about 80% of the time and I feel great. I love supporting those local, hardworking farmers and their products are far above what comes out of a box store. Take this meal for example:Whole wheat stone ground tortilla from Briarberry Farm. Filled with Black and red pepper cheddar from Christan Cheese. Tomatoes from my garden, and store bought onions/lettuce/cilantro. As a side, pilaf from Earth Elements. So delicious! I'm going to miss eating like a local goddess. Damnit! But, I do live for a challenge. I'm also going to miss my occasional rendezvous with the sushi bar. I do love sushi. This vegetable roll was lovely! Oh Wasabi, you bring tears to my eyes!

I have been doing some research and reading on eating healthy on a budget. It's doable. Check out Alex's rundown on foods that won't dent your pocketbook. Smart lady! Again, I will miss the luxury but art is worth every sacrifice! If you're around Tulsa in the fall, bring me some local goodies, or take me out to eat, I'm sure I will need all the help I can get!

Clubbin'

2010-07-13T14:36:00.004-05:00

Moving is on the brain. It's consuming my thoughts, my blog, my very breath. I apologize for pouring my stress here but it's just an outlet with no strings, feels good. Remember, self responsibility, you choose to read (my disclaimer). Anyway, aside from all the financial hooks, commitments, sacrifices etc. etc. I escape to my studio. Lately I've been sewing and embroidering. I should be packing but I'm just not ready. I have sifted through my closet and tossed heaps of clothes in the 'giveaway' pile. Slowly I pull them out, cut them up and transform them into something new. I get bored and there is no pressure when materials come from the trash. My cousin gave me a huge bag of clothes that she was about to thrift and I've been playing with them. Most of her stuff is a bit to 'formal' for me. Take this dress for instance: Fuchsia and satin, doesn't scream 'Bill the Girl.' I thought maybe if i added some western style embroidery it would tone it down. I spent hours stitching the pattern and when I finished I couldn't wait to flaunt my masterpiece. Well, seconds after slippin' in, I knew it would be the last time. Too short! No way I can get away with no underwear and I certainly wouldn't think about moving off the bar stool that would reveal to much. It's up for sale. Take it or leave but this will be the first and last time you see me in something so, well, 'clubby.' Feel blessed, or appalled.

Green Gals

2010-07-12T11:53:00.004-05:00

Weeks away from a life void of yardwork. We're both going to miss it!

Sold

2010-07-12T09:54:00.006-05:00

First a shout to my pals, Chandra and Vince! They put me up a couple of days in Tulsa and we had a grand ol' time! I hadn't really intended on taking off but my boss suggested I do it last week due to some scheduling issues for the next two weeks. We're spread thin here until early August. It was last week or none. I obliged and it couldn't have come closer to perfection.

If you're a reader then you know I've been dancin' my ass off at the smelly, hole-in-the-wall bar near campus. I can't help it. My excuse is, 'I'm trying to soak up as much Norman as I can before I hit the highway.' I'm sure you've also heard me mention Mike Hosty. He IS the best show in Norman. If you haven't seen him, do it! Well, moving poses a problem, I will demote my status as 'Hosty regular' to 'casual guest.' It's a bit sad BUT, low and behold, the stars aligned and I was able to catch him up in Tulsa last Friday. I had heard that he actively plays in T-town but how lucky? I figured it was make or break situation on the move, I had high expectations. Chandra, Vince and I hit up McNellie's and did a shake (or two). I was ecstatic to see other crazy people singing along. He rocked the house and while it wasn't The Deli, it held its own. Hosty in Tulsa- all is right with the world.

To the Wire

2010-07-12T09:36:00.005-05:00

Morning! It's Monday. I woke up late but still managed to make it to work on time. Not to shabby? Hopefully I can keep the luck. As usual, it was a busy weekend. I took of last Thursday and Friday to go house hunting in my new city. It was a short week and a much needed retreat. Today I'm exhausted but I feel much better about the move. I have several leads on living quarters and I can rest assured that I won't be on the streets. What I AM unaware of is if I'll be moving to Tulsa or not. "Wha?" Well, I've had yet another opportunity arise and it's tugging at me fairly hard. I have a lot to consider, I have still feel like I have a lot of loose ends here (even if I decide on Tulsa), and this opportunity complicates my current plan. It's not close. Out of state. Far. Physically and culturally. It's exciting but also extremely scary. I've been so stressed. I try to draw it away but my doodles turn into list and charts outlining pro/cons. UGH! I miss Tulsa this morning. So many unturned pages and alleys!

I wish I could grab a good cup o' coffee and watch the world slip by. Apparently those activities are reserved for the weekend. It's Monday (I said it again), reality is bright and I forgot my sunglasses. When I look forward at the next few weeks I cringe and my heart races, I'm feeling anxious(what's new). I need to bike, breath, soak up some sun but most of all I need to get my shit together. I feel like I'm being pushed closer and closer toward the cliff. Throw me a line? Toss a coin for me? I'm trying to be positive and I try to linger in the midst of positive people. It helps. Smile. Who knows where I'll be in a month, give me a ring if you're on board for some last minute lovin'.

Birthday Wishes

2010-07-07T14:30:00.005-05:00

Birthdays. Something that seems to lose magic over time. It's a shame. The older I get, the better I look, the better I feel and my head grows, I'm sure. I suppose there will come a time when I can't stop the clock and I'll begin to dwell on all that comes with age? Does it have to be limiting? Can one turn those aches and pains into something positive? Can gray hair look good? I don't know. Right now it feels so far ahead that I'm not concerned. Right now, I want to scream it from the rooftops "I'm 24!" I can dance ALL night! I wear as few clothes as legally possible and I love life! I wasn't always this way. Just recently I realized, 'life is worth living.' I try to make the most of it. Stray from the big picture as much as possible, notice the unnoticed and pay attention to everyone, make them feel like they're my favorite.

I've decided that relationships are the most important "things" in my life.Don't get me wrong, I love being alone. Most of the time when I have 'tag alongs' I end up having to cut out early, or change my intended plan. It's good measure, to be flexible, learn to compromise. Afterall, I can't control EVERY situation. Nor do I want to. Again and again, balance. I ramble, I deviate. Point is, I try to fit in as much as possible every day. I get lots of invites to soirees of all magnitudes. Some from people I know and some from mere 'acquaintances.' Both are very important in the scheme of life.

I have a handful of people in this world that I would drop anything/everything if they needed a hand or an ear. A notch below that, the handful turns into a bus load and so on. I value both and can't discount my acquaintances but I still have priorities. I've learned that even if you can't make every event there are always things you can do to ensure that your friends/ your acquaintances/ your friends-friends, keep you on the 'invite' list (even when you have to bail). First and foremost, be upfront. Tell them you want to go but you can't. NO 'maybes.' Next, do what you can to reassure them of their status. I recently got invited to a birthday party via facebook. The description was brilliant and the group is fun but I just couldn't make it:
"Yes Kolbe is having a birthday. It is a come and go thing, meeting at HILO then where ever. No need for presents, but if you must. you can dress as a bear. Actually now if you want to make me smile you must dress as a bear or bring one with you. LOL Anyways, its the middle of the week what a better way to get over hump day!!! " I was inspired by this request so I drew him a picture: I spared some time, added a notch in my portfolio and let him know that I'm thinking about him. All is right with the world. It's a long and somewhat contradictory post but don't think to much about it. It's fairly simple: just remember YOUR people and love them.

To Bake

2010-07-06T21:09:00.006-05:00

or not to bake? Always the question. I try to bake once a week just to stay in practice and also as a gesture of kindness to the guys at work. The recipes I choose usually have a 'healthy spin' with the exception of this evening. I pulled out all the stops. Full fledge, scrumptious 'home cooked' butter-better muffins. The batter was full of processed flour and sugar and it's the prettiest batter I've ever whipped up. Those evil temptresses. Of course, I couldn't follow the recipe 'Cherry coffee cake muffins' I had blueberries so I ran with it. I held the fruit on a few, as one of the guys isn't a fan. Boy, they're going to miss me! I also halved the sugar for the topping and used brown for the other half. They aren't the prettiest dears but I guarantee you they're tasty.

These were also made as mini celebration. Tomorrow is a Friday for me. YAY! Given the stress that's weighing over this move, the guys suggested I take a few days off. Do a little house hunting in T-town. I'm not sure if being told to take time off is good or bad, I think they're sincere? Hope.

I didn't flinch. I plan on heading out early Thursday morning. I'll swing by my old pit stop, grab some coffee (best I've had). Check out craigslist and make my way through Tulsa. I'm hoping to haul my bike, given that my buddies rack fits my car, so I can cruise the neighborhoods in the flesh. Fingers crossed these muffins are a hit and I come home with a second home! To Friday!

Bottom's Up

2010-07-06T16:12:00.007-05:00

I'm going to spill some more beans. I know some of you will label me (as if you haven't already), some of you will laugh, and some of you will take this way to seriously and tell me to seek help. To each their own.

Yesterday I was home alone. Just Zola and I. We lazed around most of the day, took a walk, snuggled, made up for all those late nights. It was nice. As the sun went down I had a few beers and started feeling incredibly motivated. I don't know what it is, perhaps music, alcohol, dancing and inhibition, but when I drink I can get it done. I'm a night person. I don't sleep but alcohol definitely does the trick when it comes to lack of motivation.

If that's not a precursor to alcoholism, I don't know what is. I watch it closely. Spread it out. I don't drink everyday but when I'm feeling overwhelmed and I realize that the only way I'm going to dredge through my laundry list, I pop the top. I have all of this to show for last night: I had prepped the board and stenciled a pattern but I set the scene last night in a matter of minutes. She's done! This was also a project that had been looming in the wings for quite some time. It lacked embroidery which was the icing on the cake. Done! Lastly, I completed this hat band I started back during the Blue Dome Festival in May. I'm ready to boot scoot. My studio is clearing and I have some potential buyers. I'm still searching for a spot to hang my hat in Tulsa, it's getting stressful. I just hope I can make a little extra cash before I ride out of town. If you're interested in commission hit me up!

Free

2010-07-06T08:58:00.004-05:00

The three days preceding the holiday were pretty intense. By the time the Fourth rolled around I was feeling grounded. I needed to breath some fresh air, clear my head. I was longing for some cold press but, of course, the shop was closed. I wandered aimlessly for hours. Searching for hidden gems. I was surprised to see my typical route unscathed. Nothing has really changed since last summer. Not many new stencils, just old, tarnished and fading remnants of last year. I suppose street art is slow while school's out for summer but you'd think they would have covered their bases before they skipped town? Guess not. Maybe it's on the out. A sure sign that's it's time for me to move northeast. Grass is always greener, and covered in spray paint. Bikes and mushrooms. It's been a wet summer. Free on the fourth! Some new stickers. "Sleep is for quitters" Precisely, my friend. I see jack the ripper. It's fitting for the strip bar alley way. Independence day on the Okie porch. Suicide helpline found on the street. It's tacky but I admired and was inspired. Pretty sure I looked creepy just staring as minutes passed. Their front door was open and someone was walking around in a towel. I couldn't help it. It's a mermaid mosaic!

Mid afternoon, it began to pour in Norman. I switched to car and caught these guys puddle hoppin'. It was a dynamic day. Fireworks were postponed so I guess we'll make it up this weekend. Freedom rings!

Holidays

2010-07-05T11:23:00.005-05:00

I'm back. I wouldn't say 'swingin'' but I'm getting there. I just sat down to an Americano, should be a productive day. Sometimes you have to force things. I still exclaim that "I don't drink coffee." Mostly because I dread being asked to coffee at Starbucks. And, because I only drink coffee on the weekends. It's a treat. It's like a long distance relationship. That week of deprivation makes that Saturday sip feel like the first time, every time. In addition to those excuses, I dig the coffee shop atmosphere. It adds to that cup and I can't waste hours on a weekday. I'm a workin' gal. Well, with the exception of holidays.

My fourth of July weekend has been a lazy one. I had pretty big offers, real small offers (Orlando, Universal Studios/Carnegie, Oklahoma) but I opted for the in-between. Norman, Oklahoma Independent, Independence Day. Bike rides, dancing my ass off and closing down MY bar. Some boy, kisses under the moonlight (there were fireworks. HA) and then silence. Nothing like it! I'm smiling,Captain (wink). In the end, I'm jet set, following MY dreams, no time for boys out of my league. New York? Textile Designer? Tulsa? Graduate School, Professora Zorn? This is cryptic, I'm sorry. It's been a weekend and I'm feeling giddy. Tea, Teavana. I want to hate it but I love it. It's the used car lot of teas. Watermelon. Mmm I follow traditions, occasionally. I've declared to follow the sraight line, only on the highway. It's my Independance Day promise. This is a new law of Bill's land. This is my gal, she's the only baggage I carry. We're rolling stones but this weekend we soaked up Norman. Just the two of us!

The Grand House

2010-07-05T11:01:00.003-05:00

First things first, Apologies for the poor quality photos. I religiously disengage flash so occasionally I end up with shitty pictures. Small price to pay when you consider that while they are dark they capture the essence of the evening. Dark, romantic and full of swingin' jazz. Every Friday night, the Grand House in OKC plays live jazz music. A professor at the College of Law plays the drums for the jazz band. I'm approaching my third and final year of employment at the school and I decided it's high time I fulfill my promise to come support him. He was great. I've never really followed jazz music but I was amazed at the technique involved in the successful jazz percussion. It's quite a bit slower and perhaps mocked by the uneducated? I was enamored by the variation in 'utencils/sticks' At one point I witnessed three different items in his hand combined they created magic. Randy's a creative drummer, and the accompaniment is also top notch. Check 'em out if you're in the vicinity on a Friday night (7-10).

The Grand house also serves up some tasty fare. Vegetarian lettuce wraps. Carmen opted for the Sweet and Sour soup. It' hot!

Three stars on the food, 5 for the band!

Girls & Speed

2010-07-02T14:26:00.003-05:00

I was doing a little summer cleaning and I came across these photos. My mom and her power wagon (c.1980). Her 1967 Nova SS, passed three generations from the show room floor to her garage. MY/dad's ride. A 1967 Chevelle SS. It's had a hard life compared to the spring chicken that is the Nova but she still hauls like a dream. I can't get enough.

A need for speed runs in the family. Hopefully I'll spend some quality time with my true love (the highway) over this extended weekend! Have a Happy Fourth. Do it with a BANG!

The Studio

2010-07-01T15:59:00.005-05:00

Hola! It's July! Things are hectic but, I wanted to appease you by giving you a brief peek into my studio. I've been working, it's a mess but things are coming along (slowly but surely). Time is hard to find and when I can grab it, it's overwhelming to walk into a studio full of unfinished business. Things progress, I'll keep you posted. Wish me luck! For now, I'm out! XoXo.

Jazz in June

2010-06-28T17:09:00.003-05:00

Let's not forget free music. I can't believe I let Jazz in June slip through the blog circuit. Don't worry, I was there for blues night, I just forgot to post. As usual, it was a scorcher out on that black top. I must say, Guy Forsyth made it worth the burn. I've become quite the blues hound and this band really struck my fancy. They play such a variety of music all worth of some booty shakin'. This was JD Thompson and the Big Bad Wolves. They were decent but I was a little distracted by the heat. Hopefully they'll roll back through in a cooler venue.Picnic in the park(ing lot). My brother and his friends came to hear the tunes. They also distracted me by enticing me to hit up one of the local restaurants within the festival for refreshments. Finally, sundown! Time for tubas! Along with their interesting sounds they also inventive with their instruments-Here Guy plays a saw blade as he belts a note. It was like nothing I've seen on stage. It was a beautiful evening despite heat resonating from the asphalt. It cooled off enough and the juke was jammin' hard enough that a large group of dancers appeared by the stage. As the night progressed it grew and grew. I even convinced Mr. Hill to accompany me for a couple. We had a blast! I can't believe he obliged but I'm glad he did. It was the cherry of the virgin! Jazz in June 2010- the most memorable yet!

ps. All photos credit, Doug Hill.

Cheers!

2010-06-28T15:29:00.003-05:00

Well, that concludes the Fiesta coverage. It was a blast. Fat tummies and smiles all around. My roomie, tMo, was even able to make it! We toasted her presence. For the passed month or so, she's been working nights. Sadly, we're on completely different schedules so I value her company when I can get it. Yesterday, she brought me a present! I had just got in from an afternoon of cycling (note the sunburn and windblown do) and was ecstatic and surprised. Booze Cakes! Best roommate, EVER! I can't wait to bite into one of these luscious, pastries! I promise I'll share. Bottom's up! Thanks, T!

Self Sustained

2010-06-28T15:18:00.003-05:00

A little more on Saturday's Fiesta. I would have included this in my previous post but I felt it could hold it's own. Meet Linda and Ted. They were our host for the evening and what an evening it was! The company was amazing, the food was incredible and goblets were overflowing with libations of all sorts. They sure know how to throw a party! They are terrific people, full of substance and information, and they have made a beautiful home. I keep telling them I may move in! Check out their garden. Linda and I have talked shop a few times and traded some veggies but I was unaware of the scale. Linda is a professional! Her greens varied from tomatoes, kohlrabi, eggplant, asparagus, and every color pepper under the sun! Add herbs to that and I've no more need for the box store. Give me a bike track and I would make the move! When dinner hit the table I had high expectations and she manage to surpass them by miles. The pico was solely from Wellston dirt in Linda's backyard. The meal also included blackberries/cobbler from her vines, potatoes and kohlrabi, asparagus, and venison all Okie made!

Upon my move to Tulsa I plan on spending more time over at the Wellston settlement. Exchanging recipes, and cooking up a storm! Someday I'll carry on the wisdom that these two hold and take it a step further, hopefully one of these days, I'll be fully self sufficient-living off the grid. Long live mother earth!

Easy Livin'

2010-06-28T14:05:00.006-05:00

I hold true to my Oklahoma roots. I adore the country. Green grass, blue skies, stars, and wild blackberries. It's taken me nearly 23 years to grow comfortable with living in a red state but regardless of the backwards politics that tarnish our state, it's got a lot to offer. Saturday evening, my aunt, Linda, was throwing a wedding shower/kitchen reveal party at her home in Wellston, Oklahoma. Wellston is off the beaten path but their homestead is gorgeous. Their cozy hacienda out on 100+ acres. Porch swings and pooches! A pool and a pond! The Grand kitchen remodel. It's lavish. The doors and drawers retract without a sound. They have deep cabinets and lazy susans for organization. Just look at the backsplash! Beautiful, shimmering, glass tile. Everyone was impressed and wanted to hang out as the cook tried to finish up the details of the spread. Finally, the dinner bell rang and everyone gathered to stuff their faces. It all felt like a time warp. After they tolled the bell, I caught the guinea attempting to grab a bite. As you may know, I'm a sucker for heavy machinery. This green giant was the first thing in site when we arrived at the fiesta.

It was a great evening I wish I could have the best of both worlds. I love being out in the open, solitary and simple but I also love being able to hop on my bike and pick up groceries or ride over to the summer breeze concert series in a matter of minutes. The grass is always greener out there, and that means more mowing! As of now, I'm a city gal with an occasional rendezvous with the countryside-keeps me sane.

On Sewing

2010-06-28T13:00:00.002-05:00

Last Friday I closed up shop early and headed home to work in my studio. Even though I have several pieces on deck, I was in the mood to sew. I had another shirt that I had tie-dyed and I was itching to transform it. I decided I wanted to make a sun dress. This is what became of the t-shirt. I'm not completely happy with the outcome, in fact, I debate whether it was 'blog worthy.' I pride myself on disclosing as much as possible. Big, small, successful and lame, I'm real-an imperfect perfectionist. Low and behold-you can't win 'em all. My first mistake was cutting the skirt to short. It's beyond my comfort level. Since I spent a few hours working on the construction I can't just toss it. I'm calling it 'Okie beach wear.' Even if I hadn't butchered the length, I'm not to keen on the patter/colors, it reminds me of a bathing suit cover up. And, so it shall be. Whose up for camping? I'm ready to pack!

German Grub

2010-06-23T14:22:00.007-05:00

Last night I flew out of work, motivated and feeling domestic. I started by mowing my yard. It was the peak of heat but I didn't have a choice. If not yesterday then next week-not an option. After completing that task, I hopped in the shower, and proceeded to cut the rug in the kitchen.

My aim? Enlightened Basil Spaetzel. Her product was much prettier. I chopped the spinach and basil by hand but looking back, I should have just used the food processor. I also used a 60/40 mix of all purpose and whole wheat (respectively). This is by far the most difficult recipe I have ever conquered. In the recipe, she notes you push the dough through the grater 'with ease.' Ease? I don't consider it ease unless you pair it with dis (dis-ease). I will NEVER attempt this recipe again. Not for lack of flavor, or texture- it's all perfectly delicious. We're restaurant quality! But, boiling water, a spatula and persnickety dough through 1/4" holes in the middle of Oklahoma summer-What was I thinking?

Some seat, a huge mess and two hours later, I enjoyed a heaping helping. I was impressed by my feat. Pat on the back, because this is the last time you'll enjoy a bowl of Bill's spaetzel again.

When I was in SF earlier this year, I was lovestruck by the spaetzel at Suppenkuche. It was my first encounter and I was sold. Perfectly shaped with just the right balance between soft/firm. The flavor was mild but the consistency unforgettable. Mine came close to standing up but not quite there, I'm betting it was also the atmosphere. It doesn't get much better than Hayes Valley, perhaps that's the extra kick it needed? HA!

I plan on eating that spaetzel for the rest of the week, savoring every bite. While I'm grateful that Norman has such an array of great restaurants, it's void of a German restaurant. Maybe I should reconsider my career goals? My first run with spaetzel wasn't to bad, was it? The look upon those happy costumers maybe well worth the effort? I ramble. I look forward to my move to Tulsa at which time I'll hit up Siegi's. I've read favorable things about it, I have high expectations but on the bright side, it's better than nothing.

Red

2010-06-22T15:41:00.006-05:00

I recently concluded Terry Tempest Willimas' book, "Red." It's an incredible collection of essays and poetry about the beauty of the desert. I try to keep a book around at all times, if not for pleasure, for inspiration. Upon completing the book, I painted this scene: Taking from the vivid descriptions of color and heat described in the book, I fused it with a piece of my life. Veggies, and my romantic dream of selling them on the side of the highway. And the heat? Well, it's summer in OK!

This weekend my aunt is hosting a party for several reasons but one occasion is her new kitchen remodel! They've done most of the work themselves and I can't wait to see the fruits of their labor. In honor of their new kitchen, I'm gifting her this piece. Hopefully the palette is broad enough to compliment.

Where do draw inspiration?

Fiberworks

2010-06-22T15:05:00.007-05:00

Last Saturday was the opening for Fiberworks 2010. A juried show, full of innovative and inspiring textile pieces. The show was held in OKC at the IAO Gallery. This show was by far, my favorite of 2010. It's just my cup of tea-art and craft spun and woven to create pure gold. The show was diverse and with a steady balance between traditional and contemporary. There were classic textile techniques, such as weaving and needlework, infused with modern elements. One minute you may be looking a beautifully wove shawl, using the most luxurious of threads and the tightest weave and when you turn the next corner, a felted zombie puppet! It was a beautiful dynamic. The curator did a great job of threading the show together. While I was overwhelmed and impressed with the show I do have some favorites to share. "Cupcake Renaissance" by Bob Curtis of OKC. I'm sure it's obvious what my triggered my initial attraction? This piece was beautiful. The contrast of colors, texture and materials was brilliantly combined. While most of the work was dominated by women there were a few pieces created by men. This one was tip top. "Betty Told Me It Would All Be OK" by Marilyn Artus. Marilyn is the founder of the OKC division of Dr. Sketchy's. Marilyn's pieces involve pop imagery paired with handmade/craft elements such as embroidery. Her work is laden with layers and often centers around gender roles and religion. I have to say, Marilyn is currently my favorite artist and her work often serves a source of inspiration. "The Waltz of Spring" by Huiju Park of Stillwater. This piece was placed adjacent to Marilyn's and I thought the works quite similar. I was drawn to both for obvious reasons. Bold graphics, bright colors and mixed media. Hard edge imagery and art techniques integrated with trims, beads and thread, I can't get enough. The show was full of extraordinary work exhibiting the ingenuity required to successfully meld art and craft. I felt warm inside. I can't wait for my next venture! I'm jumping back into the creative world, one way or another...here I come!

Mi Padre

2010-06-21T11:16:00.003-05:00

I'm a day late but that's only because I was hangin' with THE man yesterday. Country living, a wading pool, and some sun, made for a relaxing father's day. Meet my dad: ca. 1980

He's a workin' man.
A husband of 27 years.
Father of two.
Classic car fanatic.
Czar of the equipment rental business.

. . .and much more. He's an onion-many concealed layers. My dad isn't the type to say 'I love you.' He's a man of few words. He speaks through actions. He's stubborn and high strung but I know he believes that people are generally good. He often goes out of his way to help people. He's a real guy. Okie work ethic, and dirty fingernails. He gets the job done and has a mighty strong backbone. Aside from that spill. He's just damn cool! He still sports those suave aviators. We've got a lot in common, and even though we don't speak the words to one another, I LOVE YOU! Happy Father's Day!

Wild

2010-06-19T15:14:00.003-05:00

Because 'they' say, "happiness lies in the journey, not the destination." Sometimes you just have to ride with no rhyme or reason. It's one of those days. Lazy weekend, welcomed hope yours is swell as well!

Tie Dye and Tans

2010-06-18T11:34:00.003-05:00

My cousin and I broke out a tie dye kit a few days back. I dyed a couple of shirts with plans to transform them into signature pieces. I managed to sew this little number in time for the show last night. I began with a mens large T-shirt and cut with no pattern or aim. I knew I wanted to make a skirt and create as little waste as possible. Turn. I decided to cut a little fringe for added detail and movement. Turn Turn. . .Most of the seams were from the original garment but I did add a few for structure and support. This is one of the most comfortable pieces of clothing I own. It is not easy to ride a bike in this getup. If you were caught cruisin' Iowa yesterday you either enjoyed a bit of a show or called me a slut. Either way, I won't be riding in a skirt again. HA!

Given the minimalistic approach to this pieces I feel like it was a success. I used most of the material and finished it up in a few hours. Sometimes you just have to jump in!

Dump the Pump

2010-06-18T11:31:00.001-05:00

Last night, CART (Norman's bus system) celebrated their 30th birthday. To celebrate they had a party at Andrew Park. Hosty Duo, Cake and free sno cones. It was quite bash. Makes me a little uneasy to pull out of Norman. On the bright side, she'll always be here, maybe a bit changed but, but Norman to the core, always welcoming with a smile. I wasn't the best sport-I didn't ride the bus to the party but I did 'Dump the pump' and pedal over. I wasn't alone. The bikes multiplied as the evening progressed. Our very own mayor, Cindy Rosenthal, was spotted serving up some birthday cake. The Hosty Duo sung Happy Birthday to CART and proceeded to play a full set. This was my second time to catch the Duo. It's nice to see Hosty with a drummer, his guitar skills really shine. When he plays solo he just doesn't have enough appendages to play everything perfectly. Throw in an extra man and you can definitely hear those careful guitar solos. I'm not sure if the solos are worth sacrificing for the Deli atmosphere.

I'll have my cake and eat it and then ask for coffee, that's just how I roll. Happy Birthday to CART, keep up the good work. Ride the bus!

Break Down

2010-06-18T07:16:00.006-05:00

1-I need to write.
2-I need a hug
3. The word 'need' is reserved for dire situations in my vocab.
Here's the scoop:
I woke up to another day, followed routine and was ready to go, on time. I turned the key in the ignition and this song was playing:

I started crying. The weight of the world, my constant motion came crashing down. As I said, it was a normal day-wake up to lists, weighing decisions, and I couldn't handle it. The sound of Jack's voice, that soft melody-Oh! sweet sympathy. I'm not alone. I'm lucky. Lucky to be alive, have food on my table, and have decisions. I'm just worried. Worried to leave this place. In one instance I'm a hop, skip, jump away and in the other scenario, well, it's a jet set.

I'm overwhelmed, but the end is near. I have a few months, the earth willing, I'll be settled in another locale (hopefully with a roof over my head). I'm always focused on the details but the end is drawing near that I'm also trying to chew the bigger picture-swallow the consequences and in the words of NIKE, 'just do it.' It became evident this morning that sometimes I just need a breakdown- a mild brush of reality. Shed that weathered skin. I'm fine now. Except for the fact that I can't stop using the word, 'I.' Well, that's about it, I needed a little binge. Emotions are out in the open and the best is yet to come. Here's to a wonderful weekend!

Looking Back

2010-06-15T19:50:00.006-05:00

Before I start running, I have to boast a little more about my garden. Today I plucked a ripe, juicy tomato from a vine I have nourished. I know everyone always claims that home grown tomatoes are worlds above store bought but I sloughed it off until today. WOW! I bit into it and devoured it as eve massacred human kind. After a long and sweaty bike ride, it was a breath of fresh air. Many more to come, the plant is wild!

Today I checked out early and had some errands to run. I biked over and around town and picked up a new book. I parked myself on the back yard and relaxed a little with Zola. It's been a slow evening. While I was on my bike I was thinking about my adoration of the wind on my face and the blue skies above. I love the tingle in my legs and the occasional car speeding around me. It's invigorating. It wasn't until this afternoon, when I felt the force of a overbearing car pushing it's boundaries as I pedaled, that I realized I have no rear view. I couldn't look back. I'm blind. I immediately indexed that ol' Eric Clapton ditty, "Running on Faith."I ride on faith-Faith that I won't be smacked by that bad driver. Faith that I won't end up in a sudden t-storm and faith that I will admire all that's ahead because once I've ridden passed, I can't look back. I find myself swooning over what has passed. I suppose that's part of my bikes appeal. Not only am I right there, part of the asphalt, the weeds, the wind, I am focused only on what lies ahead. In a way, it's worlds away from 'my element.' Today has been a strange day. A day of contemplation and reflection. I needed a little purge of the heart. Thanks for reading. My ride was a meditative experience of sorts.

Office Queen

2010-06-15T11:31:00.007-05:00

Summer at the office can be quiet. During the fall and spring semesters we usually have 3 or 4 student employees but in the summer they head off to tan. As a result, we're left with long days and little entertainment. Last May, all but one of our student employees departed the office, diploma in hand, to face the real world. At least the one that's left is a real keeper. And, lucky for the guys here (since I'm currently a 'short timer') Alex has another 2 or 3 years of school left.

Alex gets 'best all around' in my book. She's friendly, intelligent, genuine and glamorous. In fact, she won 4th runner up in Miss Oklahoma pageant this year! She returned to work today and in lieu of success I baked. The guys decided they were going to celebrate with a gourmet chocolate cake from La Baguette so I went the savory route. I followed this recipe (loosely) and made some additions. I rolled them out a bit to thick and cut them smaller. I was void of Semolina flour so I used unbleached, all purpose flour and whole wheat flour instead. Since I cut them on the small side, I had to bake three batches. This allowed me to toy around with the seasoning. I brushed several with egg and used a combination of Himalayan salt, poppy seeds and white pepper. On others, I nixed the egg and just salt and peppered them. I found that the thinner you roll the dough the better. Bake until the edges brown and you get just the right amount of crunch with a bite of spice and saltiness. They've been a hit this morning. Paired with some of Martha's white bean dip and some red and black pepper cheese.

All for our beauty queen. Whether it be in the spotlight, or behind a desk, she's always royalty! We're proud of you. Congratulations and best of luck in all your endeavors!

Coffee

2010-06-13T11:39:00.006-05:00

Cole's birthday was a hit. I whipped up this sketch of his hot rod. It was a real fiesta. Four different types of tortillas, two meats, and piles of summer veggies. Mom even made homemade black bean salsa. The family enjoyed it so much they suggested she can it and sell it! And, she claims she can't cook, Pfft. (ps. Sorry for the blur-not everyone knows the way of no-flash photography.)

Later that afternoon, I two cycled over the coffee shop. I have been deprived of coffee for sometime (mostly due to lack of trying) which is probably the culprit from my lack of productivity. I ordered an iced coffee and had a seat outside in the sun. Since I came by bike, I didn't have a sketchbook. I did find some crumbpled notebook paper at the bottom of my pannier. When the paper is in bad shape, there's no pressure. Nothing like diving head first. Yesterday an incredible opportunity arose. As if I need yet another life altering decision to ponder? Well, it came, and we will see what becomes. After I read the news, I knew coffee was in order. What a relief. I purged my feelings and strife onto that shitty piece of paper as I sipped that cool, woodsy, cup. After a few hours of sitting still and relaxed, I hopped on my bike and ended up in my studio. I was up sewing until 1am (What happened to celebratory drinking? Well, ask my little bro-23 going on 80) it was good measure for my abnormal, busy body.

I've also been hitting repeat on this tune:

Can truth and advice be lurking in that dirty, ol' Hosty Trio?

Garden Goodies!

2010-06-13T11:24:00.002-05:00

Yesterday I harvested some mean green from my garden. I was sure surprised to see a full head of broccoli ripened for picking. It's a cool veggie and I'm not entirely sure, but I think it's atypical to see such a crop in OK's June. I'm proud that my haphazard attempts at a garden have been successful. So far, I've eaten spinach, jalapenos, and chives from my garden. I'm awaiting carrots and I have a tomato a few days away from my mouth. I've never had a green thumb but when the fruits of my labor become more than just 'pretty' I'm up for the challenge. Maybe I should toss graduate school to the birds and start a farm? Dirty finger nails have always been my thing!

1987

2010-06-12T09:49:00.002-05:00

Year of the rabbit and year of my little brother, Cole. Today, 23 years ago, the little tot was pulled out of the womb via cesarean. This year is Cole's year. He bought his first, hot rod and he's getting married. He's on a fast track to old age so we have to celebrate it right tonight! Birthday wishes lil bro!

Tidbits

2010-06-11T15:37:00.003-05:00

Studio time! It's few and far between but it does exist on occasion. My studio is a mess. I'm in the midst of packing 'er up and I also have an extended guests that is halfway living out of it. Things are changing rapidly but my drawings always manage to carry those lively contours and heavy symbolism. Take from them what you will but watch out for vanity. He's a sneaky bastard.It's all about experiences and relationships. It's stories like this that run deep through generations.

I feel like my work has room to grow technically. I'm stuck in a rut. Watercolors are safe, easy and propose little challenge. My recent work are merely sketches, not finished pieces. Doodles to keep my mind savvy while I bite my time. It itches. Lots of anxiety and excitement at the thought of being thrown into a actual print studio! I plan on having a non garage sale-sale, I have to condense, decompress. I'll keep you posted. Save your cash!

Brave Combo

2010-06-11T15:14:00.007-05:00

Last night I caught the Brave Combo at The Deli. I was advised to catch the show by a music expert. He assured me the unusually high cover would be well worth it. Brave Combo has won a grammy for 'Best Polka Band.' If this makes you giggle, it should. But, upon hearing that first note, the laughing ceased. They are hip cats. I had listened to their stuff on Myspace and wasn't thoroughly impressed but like many [good] bands, they are better live.

I think people usually feel the opposite. They enjoy the CD and are disappointed by the live version. I judge a musicians success by their ability to exceed their studio recording. A good example (and one of mainstream variety) is Jason Mraz. His studio work does him absolutely no justice. His live performance is out of this world. His yoddles, improvised beats and lyrics are unheard on his CD's-a cryin' shame. I guess this just exhibits the evil that is corporate marketing. The man needs to be let go, he's a caged beast! Brave Combo is the same. The atmosphere, the dancers, the lively horns and ad-libbed harmonies are only available live. They played a mixture of polka, samba, blues, jazz-practically anything that promoted shakin' a tail feather (or two). One thing I love about the Deli is there generational diversity. Old, young, dirty, yuppie, we all come together. To drink, dance, and cause a ruckus. It's a skanky little hole in the wall but the only thing I'd change is the smoking-not for me!

If the Brave Combo rolls through your area code I highly recommend making an appearance. Take a dance partner or follow my lead-go alone and change it up! I had several opportunities but I scoped the field, made the decision and had the time of my life! It was classic. Next time your in grab me, I'm always up for a little twist!

Playtime

2010-06-11T15:01:00.006-05:00

HI! It's been awhile since I've written. I have no excuses. I've nothing super pressing, a few side gigs but mostly I've been burning the candle at both ends. Trying to catch up with old friends and make some new acquaintances before I run off to T-town. One damn, delicious IPA!Oklahoma Cheddar and some Pesto (made from basil grown in Barb's garden).

It's days like this that I can't help but pack up the cooler, grab Zola's leash, throw on a sun dress and head for the park. I'm going to miss Norman, but I look forward to all the green that Tulsa has to offer! Hit me up if I haven't made plans for one last hurrah! My weeks fill fast but girlybills followers are precious! X0X0

All in the Family

2010-06-07T15:16:00.005-05:00

A few weeks back my baby cousin, Carmen, graduated from high school. We are so proud of her! Pretty soon she'll be on her way to Harding University. I'll be sad to see her go but my move to Tulsa is just a smidgen closer. Carmen has been crashing at my place for a few weeks and in appreciation,she cleaned my entire house. I came home to a spic and span bachelorette pad and cried tears of joy. It was one of the highlights of 2010. She also bought me the salad spinner I had been coveting. She's always been very generous and thoughtful. I love her dearly. On top of all that, (yes there is more!) she drew this bitchin' card. She combined her two roommates taste and came up with a zombie cowgirl. Now, if you know me you know the cowgirl hat is a must. And, well, T, she's full of sugar and spice and zombie juice! I just adore the card. Whether she wants to admit it or not, creativity runs in the family and she has been touched with her fair share. Need more proof? Just look at her mother's artistic skills: More cupcakes, PLEASE! My aunt, Whitney (Carm's mom) made these for her graduation party. The construction and execution of the concept was incredible. AND, they tasted like a slice of heaven. This isn't her first bakery rodeo, she's quite a pro. Again, creativity is in the bloodstream. I'm lucky to be a part of these genes. Keep up the good work girlies! One day we'll make that bakery happen!

100% Success

2010-06-07T15:12:00.009-05:00

It's here! The big day. Last week was busy but I wasn't to worried about the party. It wasn't until Saturday (the day of) that I started to panic. We had to pick up a pig, last minute groceries, prepare for a tractor pull, setup horse shoes, prepare the food, set the tables and tidy up. Will we have enough beer? Will we have enough ice? Is the pig thawed? How long do we need to cook it? These were all pressing matters. Needless to say, they are important when you live 20 miles from the nearest box store and you have 30 people on their way. Even amongst all the stress of hosting, I had a swell time. A few cups of Sangria and I was a social butterfly. The pig was delicious and we had more than enough to drink. What a great turn out- worth all the work. My parents enjoyed getting to see family and old friends. After the sun descended it was a beautiful evening. It was all I'd hoped for-they deserve it. We're talking about two people, 50 years, 28 years of marriage and lots of hard work and love. Three cheers! I did find time to build/paint a sign. Getting his roast on! I wish you could have seen us wrestle that beast onto that spit. It was a family affair. Speaking of the spit or rotisserie, my dad led the crew over at DZ in construction. I have to send some praise to my dad, Andy, and Cole for busting that thing out in a week (not that they didn't have six months but those Zorns work best under pressure). Impressive.Nearly edible. The skin turned the most beautiful caramel color. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth in. It also smelled sensational, the whole production was amazing. I did work in some food bowls. They were rushed and impulsive, but effective none-the-less. I do plan on elaborating on this concept very soon. The spread in its beginning stages. People had already began to gather-plate in hand. There's what we're missing, the corn! "Come on lil lady." My parents accounted for lots of folks and little cooking space. A propane boiler, who'd a thunk?

The 50-50 frontier was fantastic-beyond my wildest dreams. Some Oklahoma weather, cold beer, country cookin' and extraordinary company. I also setup a sideshow of my parents from childhood-present. I spent days gathering photos and scanning them. 186 photos later, we all gathered on the porch after sunset and laughed at times past between Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Zorn. The following day,June 6, my parents woke up to 28 years of marriage. It was a packed weekend, full of fun and marvelous memories. I wish we could do it every weekend. Everything in moderation=appreciation. Here's to 100 years, and counting!

Countless Cupcakes

2010-06-07T14:56:00.006-05:00

Last week Barb and I had a cupcake lab. We attempted this recipe. I've tried it before with a white cake mix but this time we decided to go by the book. It calls for a 'chocolate cake mix' so I bought 'milk chocolate.' If I could go back I would have bought the devils food for more contrast. Even still, they were tasty.

Barb is spoiled. She has a kitchenaide mixer! The little cupcakes are bite sized and a favorite for the vain. It made nearly 7 dozen! This was no easy feat, given the petite oven. Again, looking back, I would have done half the mix tiny and resorted to traditional size to finish it up. The icing is sinfully orange. Good thing they're on small scale. This is a terrible photo but I thought I would document them in all their glory. The presentation was sub par but the day of the party was non stop. No time to be a perfectionist. In addition to the chocolate-orange cuppies, Barb whipped up some pistachio filled cupcakes. Yes, filled! She baked them, pulled a plug and filled them with pistachio pudding. These were gourmet. Something you'd pay 3.50 a piece. She garnished them with pistachios, they were almost to pretty to eat. It's love at first bite!

We had a great time baking together and we plan on many-a-more cupcake labs. Experimentation and brainstorming is full fledged! What is your dream cupcake?

Super Green

2010-06-02T14:00:00.009-05:00

As many of you may know, I've become quite the food enthusiast (I use the word 'food' broadly- It encompasses libations and typically, anything consumable). It all began in 2010. I kicked off the new decade with a trip to San Francisco where my appreciation and obsession with food was conceived. My cousins (who graciously put me up for ten days) are incredible cooks. They get together and make exciting dishes each night. It's like a party, and the results are extraordinary. Better than anything you could pick up ready made.

I was completely inspired. Food is art. Prepping and planning takes patience. My cousins managed to turn a chore (for most) into a social event. The woman wasn't slaving in the kitchen while the man propped his feet up. No, no, it was a family occasion. It's things like this that support their 13 years of marriage (and counting). Aside from being impressed by their mad cooking moves, I decided my partner must love cooking/food just as much as they love art.

Food is so exciting-the possibilities are endless and I want to chase them all! With the 50-50 Frontier Party in clear site, I've been thinking about food presentation. Again, just another aspect of the creativity involved in the culinary arts. Food bowls. Not a new concept but practical and aesthetically pleasing. And, it's green. It's either edible or compostable, no land fills! I'm also trying to cut back on simple carbs so substituting complex carbs for a tortilla or buns is another bonus. Again, win-win. And, we can't forget dessert!

Proportions are also interesting. Just think about the size, texture, smell, etc. Such variety in food containers. I plan on having a watermelon bowl packed full of summertime fruit for the party but I may branch out. Time permitting, you may see some food sculpture! If not this weekend, later this June! I'm going to reinvent the typical, plastic picnic plate this summer!

Paseo and More

2010-06-01T14:58:00.007-05:00

Last weekend marked the 34th Annual Paseo Arts Festival. I attended Sunday, it was nearly sweltering but I didn't mutter a word of complaint. I'm a sun whore. I soak it up, squinting and sweaty. It doesn't even have to be anything to enticing. You could call me up to help you move bricks and I'd oblige just for the opportunity in the sun.

Needless to say, art, music, festival, I'm there. This was by far, the most unimpressive art festival I've been to this year. While I like the Paseo, I just didn't feel the quality was there. I'm not really into red tape and super high standards but I don't like seeing cheap, china made crap being pedaled as 'art.' The inclusion of such garbage just degrades any credibility that the festival may have had. I've been in the passed and remember being quite pleased (even purchased goods) with the festival. Hopefully this year was just a fluke. I'm waiting. . . looking forward to the future artist of the Paseo. I have high expectations. It's such a rich and eclectic district, I'd hate to see it take a landslide. Beautiful day for popcycles and art.Even if the objects at the festival were sub-par, the crowd was entertaining and I was graced with invaluable company. We could make Gitmo fun! I rounded out the weekend at the Deli. I'll fess up, here and only here, I'm a bar fly. It's official. Hosty wins my heart. "But wait! Tomorrow is the real deal, Memorial day? I'm closing this joint down!" It was a packed house, a line out the door. Max capacity Memorial Day 2010! A knee slappin'- boot scootin' hootenanny! I thought having Monday free I'd relax, and recover from my shake. Nope, I washed two cars, waxed one and made a pinata. Hosty, take that! I'll be ready next Sunday! Are you sold? Hope so. That's all I've got, party prep has commenced! T-4 days.

Memorial Day 2010

2010-06-01T13:20:00.008-05:00

I celebrated Memorial Day last Saturday. My grandparents were out at their acreage so I towed out Saturday, had a bite and lazed in the sun. Aside from memorializing legends, we also praised my grandpa's latest addition- A huge pond. I conducted a rain dance in hopes that I can have a paddle boat in it by next summer. It has potential to be 20' deep and span the width of a football field. Zorn Lake. Photos do no justice-lack depth. You will just have to place faith in my measurements. We had a good time. Sparks OK. Why did the chicken cross the road...? Why ? To travel Route 66, of course!

Afterward, I hit the turnpike and headed up to Guthrie for a wedding. It was the wedding of all weddings! The wedding took place at The Sand Plum. It was beautiful. I felt like I had been thrown back in time, splendid and surreal. Being my first stop in Guthrie, I've decided another trip to Guthrie is in order. I gifted these chair sashes for the bride and groom: I thoroughly enjoyed the ceremony and reception, it was completely genuine and romantic. It was the first wedding I've attended where I've felt strongly about the longevity of the relationship. You could just feel their glow! Congrats to Kate and Kris! Wishing you countless, happy years!

Chocolate

2010-06-01T13:06:00.004-05:00

Everyone loves chocolate, right? Well, maybe not (I don't like absolutes) but one thing is sure, most people like free. Free chocolate! It draws masses. I witnessed the phenomenon that is 'free chocolate' last Friday. The Sam Noble Museum of History was celebrating their 10th year of operation and they kicked it off with mounds of chocolate and a new chocolate exhibit. Being an avid follower of gourmet foods and frugality, I was there! The bison was in high spirits, even though he felt like a fool in that ridiculous hat! He welcomed the attention. Ten years of celebrating years past. When/IF I commit to anything for ten years, I expect a chocolate fountain to commemorate my efforts. The Mammoth wasn't as embarrassed about his hat. He was enamored by the balloons.
Doing the director good! He would have been proud. The lines were endless. I was speechless when I saw the crowds. What a party! The best way to purchases publicity is through hungry mouths. Free sweets is where it's at!

New

2010-06-01T12:55:00.003-05:00

It's June! Already. BAM! I usually feel refreshed at the beginning of a new month but today was like a slap in the face, or a cold shower. June 1, really? Merely days away from the party of 2010 and I feel defeated. I'm worried, and my lists are longer than Santa's. Take that, fat man! June will be a month of sun, soirees, stories and The Black Keys.
I purchased their latest album, "Brothers" and it's been on constant repeat ever sense. It lowers blood pressure, creates smiles full of teeth. Check it out, be amazed. I'm not far from a Memorial Day weekend recap. Stay tuned, jam a little!

Beginning and Freedom

2010-05-28T13:03:00.002-05:00

She's done! Last night I witnessed my little cousin walk across that stage and straight into her adulthood. It's liberating and frightening but luckily she has strong neck and a fierce support system. This fall she'll move to Arkansas where she will become a Harding Bison. I'm going to miss her like crazy. but I'm sure proud of the dear! Congratulations and wipe that worried look off of your face! You're free, now fly! XoXo

Spicy Island Gingerbread

2010-05-26T23:16:00.006-05:00

Yesterday evening started off lazy and managed to build until I was busting my hump over a toasty oven. It was lovely. When I arrived home I was feeling worn out. I grabbed a book and sat still for a brief moment. Then, I had a visitor. It was off to McNellies for $3 burger night and that's when I was done for. Up until midnight (or later). After dinner, I came home and decided to tear up the kitchen. I've been collecting ingredients for a Spicy Island Gingerbread recipe from the last book I read and last night I was prepared. This book made me want to run away to the Caribbeans and never look back. On top of a romantic, cruise, Ann Vanderhoof provided island recipes to compliment each anchorage they stopped in at the end of every chapter. Her 'Spicy Island Gingerbread' was intense in ingredients and flavor but well worth the effort. It includes nearly every medium of ginger imaginable: ginger beer, grated fresh ginger root, crystallized ginger and ground ginger etc. A moist and fragrant cake/bread with just the right amount of bite, I'm pleased. The island approves! Another success in the kitchen!

Handwritten

2010-05-26T23:14:00.004-05:00

This week I dished out several apologies. Even through my sincerity, I could still feel the disappointment and shock from those involved in my poor planning. I needed advice and I got it. I chose wisely, called a seasoned and deeply moral lady, she suggested I write them a handwritten note expressing my regret. Genius! I took it a step further and customized them with some water colors. Late nights in the kitchen with a large palette. A fan of expensive cameras and photography. 2010, 6.2 L SS Camaro. Burn rubber!Endless coffee and donuts stacked sky high. Typical office.

I think they were a hit. Hopefully they got the point across and perhaps forgiveness and acceptance are on the way. Luckily, I think the disappointment that resonated in the room was centered around the nature of the information and not the poor circumstances in which it was disclosed. A little cryptic, but basically, 'the cat's out of the bag.' I'll further explain in due time, for now, enjoy a little art.

Following Directions

2010-05-25T22:09:00.003-05:00

Recently, I have made some bad decisions at the cost of others. I've been a bit careless but I'm overwhelmed and can't possibly spend ample time on every issue at hand. Part of being a 'grown up' is figuring out how to fix things when you didn't handle them right to begin with. That starts with acceptance. In my case, I've laid pride aside, admitted guild and baked. It's the least I could do. I stole this recipe and cooked it up last night. I didn't have any walnuts on hand so I used almonds instead. They pair nicely with the carrots. As with the garden, I was surprised by my success in the kitchen. I'm on a domestic role!These are beautiful, fluffy and vegan! Most importantly, they are tasty and substantial. They were a breeze to make and I can't wait to switch up the ingredients. This whole domestic aura is a little fishy. Maybe it's the house goddess pulling my heart strings? Either way, I dig it, I'm going to continue to run with it. Now, I just need some open minded eaters!

Fruiting

2010-05-25T22:07:00.002-05:00

My thumb is going green. Maybe. I shouldn't get to lippy, might jinx my garden luck. A novice and ill educated gardener, I planted winter and summer plants. I haphazardly water and weed and it's a miracle the plants are still alive much less thriving! When I began my garden I didn't plan very well and I also didn't study cultivation or harvesting methods. Who knew these things could be some complicated! Believe it or not,my peppers are almost ready and I believe my spinach is edible. Some creature has already begun to take advantage. Tomatoes on the vine! I'm a pepper! Japs for everyone!

I can't wait to clip my fruits and devour. I just hope they are ready before it's time for me to depart my Norman residence. My house,my garden, my earth will have one last hurrah! I'll take advantage of it and it will smile back with a tear in it's eye! Many sacrifices and bumps lie ahead but eventually I'll have larger fruit and I can appreciate it because of the effort. Full circle.

Summer Breeze 2010

2010-05-24T14:31:00.004-05:00

It's that time again! It seemed centuries away throughout our long, dark, winter but alas, summer breeze concert season is full swing. Last Sunday marked the first show of the season. Who better than Norman's own, Hosty Duo. A living small town legend, Hosty Duo drew quite a crowd. Groups of people flocked to Lyon's park, lawn chairs and cold beer all around. It was an incredible May evening. While the Duo offers a knee slappin' set, I'm still hung up on Hosty solo-one man band. The drummer, Mike Byars knows a thing or two about drums but he's also nice to look at. Lots o' folks-Norman's finest. Apparently the dress of choice is tie-die. Even though I missed the memo I felt at ease. They're lovers.

Next show is June 6 with Elephant Revival. Hopefully we can have a repeat in weather, either way I'm there! Summer is here!

Swappy Swap

2010-05-24T11:25:00.007-05:00

The wonderful world of flikr granted me the opportunity to participate in a needlework swap. I love swaps and having organized one, I can fully appreciate them. I mailed my contribution to Sarasota Flordia last Saturday. The theme of the swap was 'Zen.' Quite general, I look forward to seeing the interpretations. My initial thought was predator and prey as friends. Lion and lamb nestled closely. Or, hawk and bunny frolicking through green grass. A bit cliche, I wanted to take it closer to the edge. After a little brainstorming among friends, I came up with this: "Zen is an elderly praying mantis couple" A bit grim if you consider it doesn't happen in nature, making peace unreachable. Oh well, symbolism and reality are my thing. Take it or leave it. This afternoon I came home to a package! My loots! Check it out: Zen as told by Giggly Mama. The colors are fabulous and style and craftsmanship is impeccable. A real success! Well done.Swap magic!

Tulsa Gold

2010-05-24T09:50:00.005-05:00

So I've been pretty secretive lately. I'm busy as well as overwhelmed with life altering decisions. In regards, I've failed at my quest to become more open but it's all for the sake of luck. I don't want to throw it out when I just have to reel it back in. One thing I can safely (and proudly say) is I have made the commitment! I'm officially a Tulsa Golden Hurricane!YAY!

One of the things I accomplished last Friday was enrollment. I'm excited and worried. There are so many things that hinge upon this decisions, lots to do. It's going to be a crazy summer. I have a lot to discuss, in due time. Hope you're around!

Gilcrease Gardens

2010-05-24T09:16:00.005-05:00

Hi there! It's been awhile. A lot has happened. As the sun burns brighter and daylight last longer, my plate fills. It's an endless buffet and I have to try everything. I'm a glutton-always to much on my plate. Last Friday I had some Tulsa business to conduct. One of my appointments entertained the idea of a picnic. Since I never leave home without an ice chest I had decided to stock it full of OK coop loot and hit the highway. Midday I headed over to the Gilcrease. I had about an hour and half to spare so I moseyed around the gardens and snacked. It was humid and scorching but beautiful. An eternal view.Friday afternoon, no director, all is well?As you may know, I'm a sucker for the Philbrook but the more I visit the Gilcrease, the more I understand. The Philbrook garden is hard to top, the Gilcrease garden is worth mentioning.Occasionally I stop to smell the flowers. It's rare but surprisingly relaxing. A mini nature hike. It has winding trails that span a hillside. Heavily wooded with just a touch of maintenance makes it feel natural. Aside from the buzz of several mowers, the garden was perfect. Bugs were humming, butterflies fluttering and birds chirping. Secluded and seduced by the world around me,I almost lost track of time. Caught up in serenity. It was a nice break before I had to get back to reality and business obligations. Hopefully my visit will grant me the opportunity to spend more time up at the Gilcrease.

An Artist Life

2010-05-18T11:41:00.004-05:00

Even though I spent more money than I made in the duration of the Blue Dome Festival, I did manage to do some work/crafts. There was a lot of down time. In attempts to use this time as an opportunity to mark a few things off of my lists, I ended up just crafting. Not necessarily a 'waste of time' but instead of accomplishing something that is under a deadline, I just played. I tried to make the best of my scant resources. Just a needle and thread. Simple gal. By Sunday, I had customized my Toms. I suppose embroidering these was better than twiddling my thumbs? I really should have taken Chandra's lead. Chandra spent an afternoon cutting a print which was fun to watch. Then she printed it right on the spot. This drew in several onlookers. She took it one step further by adorning it with her contact info and proceeded to offer them up as free promo. A real businesswoman. Learn something new everyday! In the end, I have Tom's and she has continued, potential cash-flow. Such is the life of an artist!

Blue Dome Eats

2010-05-18T10:57:00.006-05:00

Yes, I still have Blue Dome coverage. No, I don't own real estate here or have any motive for talking it up other than it's just a mighty, cool place. Since I had to man a booth for upwards of 10 hours per day, I had limited proximity. When the stomach's rumbling and people are stirring,my only choice was to walk over and grab a bite. Luckily, the BD district is full of good eats.

Friday evening we sat down at Joe Momma's. It was after 9pm and there wasn't an empty table in the house. There was a jazz/swing band playing and they were slingin' pizza crust and beer. I ordered the mommmarita pizza which was packed with Mediterranean joy. While their pizza is hard to beat, their calzone is to die for. It's cooked to perfection in their brick oven and brushed with garlic butter right before it hits the table. I'm drooling just thinking about it. Live music, hip staff, and perfect pizza, Joe Momma's is IT!

Lunch on Saturday-Dilly Deli. I believe this place is fairly new and it was sure drawing a crowd. Rightfully so, it can carry it's own when it comes to sandwiches. I had the grilled portabella which was positively pleasing! I'd order it again, no doubt. They also have an incredible dessert selection. They offer cookies the size of your face and some gourmet cakes/cupcakes/chocolate. I sampled the chocolate chip cookies which was baked just right (soft in the center) and the key lime torte (refreshing and light). While I had no complaints about the lunch menu, I kept hearing incredible things about their breakfast/brunch. Next time.

Sunday, brunch at the Blue Dome Diner. This place had plenty of seating and like Joe Momma's, the staff were fun to look at.Overall, the BD district is a hipster magnet (in a good way). They offered up basic diner fare at very reasonable rates. I selected the half omelet which was served with fried taters and a side of french toast (or pancakes, or biscuits and gravy). Thank goddess I order the half omelet, it filled half the plate. The full omelet spanned the plate and then some. It was basically two meals for the price of one. Not the best dine I've visited but not to shabby. The district is budding with potential. Keep your eye on this area and spend some dough there. I can't wait to watch it grow!

Blue Dome Vs. Mayfest

2010-05-18T10:03:00.008-05:00

For those of you that don't know, Blue Dome is a grassroots, art festival composed of nonconformist. Mayfest is equivalent to OKC's 'Festival of Arts'-full of beautiful work with giant price tags. Booth rates are expensive and the environment is wholly commercial. In lieu of this contradiction (art v. the man) a group of artist decided they were fed up with red tape and decided to organize their own festival (or so I hear). From this womb, the Blue Dome Festival was born. Located a few short blocks from Mayfest, BD but they're worlds apart. The atmosphere is different, the people are cheery and the crowd was beautifully diverse. I'm sure the traffic through Mayfest was much greater than BD but I wouldn't trade spots. It's all about relationships and connections. THE Blue Dome and its lovely crowd. Some of the artists/ musicians of the BD.They played and the belly dancers in the booth across provided a free show. Our booth was marked by pirates.

And, moving on to Mayfest, shall we? So much for first impressions. No, No, No! "A little negativity never hurt no one?" More finger shakin'. At least the enforcers were good sports. They smiled for the camera.

Ok, so I may have skewed this post a little just to emphasize my point? Oh the power of propaganda! If you want to see some of the art and the Mayfest crowd, check my Flikr.

Overall, BD felt local, involved, like a community. Mayfest was elbow to elbow. People seemed to hide out in their booths and it just seemed like an outdoor strip mall. Maybe I'm biased. Either way, I'm sold on the BD. Not just the festival but the entire district. It's budding with local business and smiling faces. Once I make the jump, don't be surprised if you don't spot me down around the Blue Dome.

Blue Dome Beginnings

2010-05-18T09:48:00.004-05:00

Last weekend was quite a blur. It’s tough looking back and trying to dissect it. Thursday evening I got a call from Jamie (one of my BFF’s) announcing that her father had passed. Not that it mattered but this threw a kink in the weekend plans. Since the funeral from Friday morning and the check in for the Blue Dome Festival was also Friday morning, I had to think quickly. I ended up hauling the stuff up to Tulsa Thursday night to make it back for the funeral on Friday. After all was said and done, I made four trips up and down the turnpike! Talk about a whirlwind! Once I got settled in, things were running smoothly. I shared a booth with Chandra, friend and fellow artist. Luckily, she took care of everything on Friday so I could be there for Jamie. I also owe her fiancé, Vince, many thanks for helping us throw it together. The weather wasn’t to bad. I heard it did rain quite a bit Friday but Saturday we only saw some sprinkles. By the last day, the sun was shining and the crowd had thickened. After three nights of libations and merrymaking, I can't say I came out ahead but I sure had a blast!

Blazing Saddles

2010-05-17T15:50:00.006-05:00

Last weekend was crammed full. I spent it on the streets of Tulsa-pedaling my wares, following passion. Nothing beats art and good company, rain or shine. There were lots of opportunities for fun and I sacrificed several to participate in Tulsa's Blue Dome Festival. The weather wasn't ideal, but I don't regret my decision. I have gobs of photos from Blue Dome and Mayfest, but time has been limited. Speakin' of weather, check out the Triple Threat, the calm before the storm!

Stay tuned for a full recap of last weekends festivities and some new work!

The Taurus

2010-05-12T23:07:00.013-05:00

Happy birthday Taurus! I am forever bound to the Taurus. Both of my best friends, and most of my 'lasting friends' are Taurus. Call it a coincidence, but it never fails. It's in the stars. I can see them and I believe.

In lieu of this sincere, yet stubborn bunch, I'd like to pay homage to my loyal friends. There are to many to list but today includes three of mention. May 12 is a day of birthdays and full of ones worth celebrating. On the top of the list we have Miss Jamie! One of my dearest friends and neighbor since 5th grade-we really know how to brew trouble!The one-and-only, jack of all trades, Doug Hill. In honor of his 56th year, I dined with the Hills this evening. Doug was off cooking duty and Barb bought us some grub from Norman's Taco Truck. Not bad for food with mobility. We also had margaritas and carrot cake! Fiesta!And, lastly, my boss, Carl (dressed in the white shirt). Whether I want to admit it or not, he has done a lot for me as far as shaping my career and future path. Sort of like an unbiased, no strings-father figure. This photo is hot off the press-taken earlier this afternoon. Today our office had a little get together in honor of Carl's birthday, his completion of law school and a send-off for our graduating student employees. The students demanded that we get an office photo. It's the first and only of it's kind, so feel blessed (or not).

I wouldn't trade a Taurus for anything-they're always there to aid me in my battles,(most of them against the Gemini-my polar opposite) and they deserve three cheers! Hip-Hip-Hip HOORAY and the Happiest Birthday!

ps. Casie, I didn't forget you, you're one helluva a Taurus. X0X0!

Spawn

2010-05-12T14:39:00.004-05:00

I know I'm always boasting about how busy I am, this and that, always something. But, really, I'm swamped! I put to much on my plate. I'm not complaining but I like to post it here because it give me a nice list in which to refer. It also helps me diagnose where I stand on balancing social and work. Sometimes I feel like I don't have time to breath.

As many of you know, I've been planning a huge birthday bash for both of my parents. It's coming along and like everything else, I'm strapped for time. None-the-less I'm still enjoying piecing this puzzle together. Exhausted and on the verge of a minor break down, I started fiddling with some photos from my dad's childhood and I suddenly felt relieved. I was smiling, and giggling. It's fun looking back. I can't believe how times have changed. The years have been kind to my parents. They're lucky. I'm lucky to have them and here I go...on my sentimental saddle. Enough. Just take look: This photo is just classic-something from Good Housekeeping. Casual Clay- burns the candles from both ends. Mom 'n Dad.Prom-1979. These two have had a long and successful relationship. Sometimes make me wonder where I was thrown off that track.

That's all you get for now- Sneek preview for my VIP's! See more June 5!

Mess Making

2010-05-12T08:43:00.003-05:00

This week has been ridiculous. I have been dangerously juggling my social life with preparations for a three day art festival in Tulsa. My studio is mess and still, nothing is really 'ready.' A little peek at a new piece. It's still in the works, slowly progressing. Yet another work in progress. These heads are part of an installation piece I plan on wrapping up before I'm off to grad school. Here, I'm toying around with construction. Also, note the watercolor in the background? It was done by my roommate and it hangs on the wall with the rest of my 'bastard' paraphernalia.' Blue Dome is fast approached and I'm runnin' out of daylight! At the bare minimum, I have a place to stay and if all else fails, I'll have three free days in T-town! Head up! I hope you guys can make it out. We'll be located around 1st and Elgin (as far as I know). It's going to be packed full of artist, fair food-a prime people watching opp. Just keep your fingers crossed for sunshine! No rain dances, please!

The Modern

2010-05-10T13:55:00.006-05:00

One of the driving forces in my decision to make a visit to Fort Worth was the Warhol exhibit at the Fort Worth Modern. The Modern is one of my favorite museums. The building is absolutely stunning and they have a top notch permanent collection. The Warhol exhibit will be moving along next weekend so I had a limited window. I'm happy it worked out. The pieces spanned the last eight years of Andy's life. I was amazed at how varied the pieces were. It seemed like the work should span decades, but he did it all in eight years! While the exhibit was quite expansive, filling three large galleries, I longed for more. Most were large scaled and filled with bold, graphic imagery. I would have moved in if I were allowed. Photos were not permitted so I urge you to see for yourself. You+The Modern=Love Tangled. Metallic Trees seen across the Modern's reflecting pool. We're here, very pleased!

If you can't make it before the Warhol show is torn down, at least make a note to see the Fort Worth Modern. You won't be disappointed. Unless, of course, you aren't a fan of contemporary art. If your heart desires western classical/historical walk over to the Kimball and/or check out the Amon Carter-it will surely satisfy your love for everything American. As you can see, Fort Worth has quite the museum complex. Something for everyone and cultured.

German Pancakes

2010-05-10T12:12:00.003-05:00

German Pancakes are an staple when visiting Fort Worth. While I'm sure there is a place in OKC that serves 'em, I have yet to find it. I haven't really made much of an effort to grab them in Oklahoma because they are special. Iconically, 'granddad's.' Every time I visit, I beg to eat at Ol' South for the pancakes. Usually, this place has a line wrapping around the building, TWICE so it's rare that my grandpa is willing to wait. This time, we beat the Saturday breakfast crowd and I devoured my lemon delight, I can die happy. Ol' South German is light, fluffy and rich. They serve it up with powdered sugar and fresh lemons. The waitress does the honors. She squeezes the lemons at the table. Mixes some butter and powdered sugar with the the juice and...(drumroll)....TaDA! She folds it into a little package. As you cut into it, the juicy syrup flows out and the eggy, thick crepe is supple, sweet and tart. The flavor burst in your mouth! Unbelievable, filled with sin! My cousin opted out of the lovely lemon pastry and chose the "man omelet." Chili, japs, and AMERICAN cheese. It's all Texas style!

Texas Big

2010-05-10T11:43:00.008-05:00

Friday, T and I headed across the Red River for a short stay in Fort Worth. My maternal grandfather lives in Fort Worth and he was happy to host us for the weekend. We arrived Friday evening, had a nice dinner and prepared for our wild Saturday. It was day packed full of retail shopping, museum exhibits, eating, and planning our night on the town. I voted for Fort Worth's famous, Bill Bob's but we opted out for T's sake. She forgot her cowboy boots. Instead, we hit up H3 and shared a 32oz. porterhouse steak and walked around the stock yards a bit. My meat consumption for the week.
It's a hoppin' little area with plenty of boot scootin' opportunities. After we over-stayed our welcome in cow town, we decided to play the other side.
We cruised downtown. It was like night and day moving from the stockyards to the girls prancing around in 4" heels, dressed in Prada. Either way, I love both areas for all that they offer. We stopped by a beer joint and knocked down a few on their rooftop patio. It was a fabulous evening. Since we had done the beer and steak, we decided we'd top the evening off with cocktails. Around the corner, through an alley and down an elevator we found the 'Scat Jazz Lounge.' With a hefty cover, I had high expectations. This joint, exceeded my wildest dreams. In fact, I recall asking T, 'Is this real?' The band was incredible. They played a fusion of swing and rockabilly. The crowd was hoppin' and their were people dancing! A sensory overload, zoot suits and all-it was straight out of a Sinatra flick. I was in heaven. I just wish I would have packed my mink stole. Sunday, my grandpa whipped up a nice, home cooked brunch and saw us off. We left happy and exhausted. I still had mother's day festivities to participate so my weekend was full to the brim. Today has been a little rough but looking back, I wouldn't change a thing. Everything's bigger in Texas!

Lawn Love

2010-05-06T16:46:00.004-05:00

Today was gorgeous! I used to love my winters but these days I can't soak up enough sun. I itch to be outside, sweat, feel the burn. Instead, I spend my days stuck in a dreary, public institution where it's so chilly I wear a sweater and need a blanket year round. It's tough passing by the occasional window to see the sun shining and a nice breeze. I escape whenever possible. Since spring has sprung, I usually have lunch out on my patio. A half assed egg white omelet and carrot-asparagus salad. Last night I attempted this recipe. It turned out alright, even though I overcooked everything. Next time I'll make some adjustments.My lunch date. She enjoys sun basking in the sun as well.

And now, a bit of a flashback: This was the (official) first day of spring in Norman, Oklahoma. No way to kick off springtime. Luckily, the weather has done a complete 180 and the all is right with the world. My garden is thriving and the passed few nights I've tapped into my herbs. I'm eating from MY patch of earth! I can't wait to pull tomatoes fresh off the vine and feel that juice run down my chin. Sunburns, wine and tiki torches are eminent, bring it!

Last Drop

2010-05-06T16:19:00.006-05:00

Cinco de Mayo! As if I need a holiday as an excuse to have a good time? Filled with guacamole, tequila, margaritas and chatter! Hornitos-so smooth it'd be a shame to leave one drop (Good thing I brought reserves).

Never a dull moment at Casa de Hills! Love these two! This evening I plan on getting to work in the old print shop. I've asked my old printing professor if he'd let me run a couple of prints and he has kindly agreed. I have a lot of work to do. I've been out of the studio (a real studio) for nearly two years. And, it's high time to counteract all that merrymaking with some nail dirtying work. Send me some good vibes, I'm looking to catch that art school rhythm (again).

50:50 Invitations

2010-05-05T09:08:00.004-05:00

The big day is fast approaching. Sights set on June 5th, exactly a month from today! Yesterday I threw together the invitations for the party and the lovely folks over at OfficeMax printed them the same day! Phew! I'm relieved to have that out of the way. Moving on to arranging the food, beverages, band and much more. The invitations are postcards printed on photo paper. I have been scanning old photos of my parents for a sideshow I plan to project on their barn. They have so many great shots. It was tough deciding which to use for the invitations. I finally chose this one, my favorite of the bunch. They are running to the getaway car after their wedding. It's classic. Keep an eye on your mailbox and get ready to rumble! We have a total of 100 years of life to celebrate!

Bar Sketcher

2010-05-04T14:48:00.009-05:00

Since I'll be moving away from good ol' Norman town soon, I've created a loose 'bucket list.' I use the term 'loose' because I have so many list already that this one is a mental list, not worthy of paper. "Norman Specific"

A native to Norman, I'm ashamed to say that it took me 24 years to see Mike Hosty perform. He's a local celeb and rightfully so. He plays Sunday nights at 'The Deli' and boy, does he shake the house! Hitting the stage around 11pm on a weeknight, with a line out the door, he must be doing something right.

While he does play in the 'Hosty Duo,' (which I also plan on catching before I migrate) his solo act is rather impressive. A one-man-band!

After a few glasses of whiskey and a beer, I was ready to move. With bouncy, blues melodies, I couldn't help but shake all over. I can't remember the last time I had such a boot-scootin' evening! I was so pumped I decided to try my hand at life sketching in a bar (another thing I've never attempted). It was dark and I was to 'involved' to hold a pencil steady, but the the drawings are pretty entertaining. He mentioned a few of Norman's mainstays: Sugars, Ace Hardware and Sooner Dairy. Classy man. One of Hosty's 'schticks' is improvised Birthday songs. The friends of the honoree write down a few facts about them and Hosty takes it from there. One of four birthday stars, Kat, was also a shaker, cute girl! She was hoppin' around so much she was hard to capture-hard to handle! Strangely enough, as the night prolonged, my drawings seemed to get better (mildly). Again, it was dark, smokey and elbow-elbow. At least, I had a decent view. These drawings can't even begin to capture the Sunday night, Hosty experience. The energy grew exponentially as the night progressed, there was no way I was cuttin' lose before the bar closed. If you haven't done it-DO IT. If you can stand drinking bad beer-get the red cup (house specialty).

Triple Threat

2010-05-02T11:32:00.004-05:00

In a few weeks I'll be participating in Tulsa's Blue Dome Festival. I'm sharing a booth with a friend of mine from art school. If you're in the area you should swing by and show some love. This weekend I was hanging out my buddies and fellow craftsters, Barb and T. We make up 'Triple Threat Talent.' We've done several shows and we always have a blast. While I look forward to working with Chandra for the Blue Dome, I'm going to miss my usual crew. Even more so when I'm 100 miles away. Triple Threat will demote to a 'double threat,' brings a tear ro my eye. It just doesn't have the same ring.
I joked with Barb and T about subletting my spot. Applications are out! Really though, these girls are solid and I'm going to miss them. They've promised to make the hike and I know I can trust them. No craft shows in the work but we always manage to create a wave of ruckus during our social outings. (Spotted at 66 Bowls, annual 'Rock n Roll Garage Sale').

Photos by Doug Hill.