Showing posts with label my art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my art. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2011

Little Snake Magic (and Friends)

Happy Opening Day to Collage! Here are the first few paintings I have for sale there:

Little Snake Magic:

And Under the Mountains:

Monday, October 18, 2010

On Being a Time Miser and Undervaluing Writing

I stole two hours from Time today. (Imagine time as a cranky person who meters out moments for work and laundry and bedtime stories but can sometimes be distracted as we run off with a ten-second burst of laughter, an hour to doodle, or occasionally an entire date night tucked under our hoodies.) I'm on a modest crime spree this Monday morning, having snuck in an hour of alone time at The Creperie for breakfast and drawing. I was unsure how to spend my stolen hours, and thought the best use might be to start a load of laundry or to continue inking the drawing.

I sat down to flip idly through websites and eventually land on a decision (or realize yet another precious hour had been frivolously spent Facebooking.) Instead, I opened the post editor and am right now too far into a meta post to turn back. (Conventional wisdom amongst the chorus of critical imaginaries in my head is that people hate meta-blogging posts. Shut up; I'm writing it anydamnway.)

The thing is

I've been settling into a deeper and more complex relationship to this craft. Hobby. Occupation. Art. I've been appreciating the blog as an end in its own right, rather as a venue for art process notes or sales. I referred to myself as a writer recently, and without flinching or adding sort of. I was a blog author before I was an art seller on Etsy, or a spastic blurb generator on Twitter, or an oversharing Facebook junkie. I've been undervaluing the act and product of writing here. In my crazy brain, I'm always tallying minutes and assigning points to them. Teaching Molly a new idea carries good point value; wasting an entire week watching a four season series on Netflix carries a very shameful negative value. There are no actual numbers in my self-torture game- merely time wasted and time well-spent. I am a time miser. I am the old dude in the above allegory. Conceit. Whatever. (There are one or two lit profs in my head, too.)

My point is

that writing is an art, my writing is art, and I've resolved to assign an appropriately positive number of pretend points to the blog. I feel I may be shifting into a wordy phase out of an image phase as I sort through ideas and impressions. I'm frustrated (well, no shit...) about time and I really need to both manage mine better and let go of this pressure. I've got to stop being so cheap with my time and so insanely self-critical.

I have a great opportunity to talk through things (originally mistyped as thinks, which is adorably appropriate: I do need to re-examine my Thinks) with a mojo coach type and am hoping to get my brain wrenched open a bit. I had an epiphane with a friend last week. I told her she was younger than herself, and we giggled, but then she observed that I am "older" than myself. I worry too much. Really, really true.

Maybe the next 32 days after the Receiving Project, I will tell myself every day that I have permission, from the Universe, to be happy. And that I already am a writer. Perhaps I will do NaBloPoMo in November, but perhaps I will decide I don't have to have so much structure. Perhaps I'll even get comfortable with the idea of perhaps.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Out of the Box. Box Here Being both Slang and Metaphor.

I justnowthisverysecond sent the set of final drawings to Lissa for her forthcoming book, What's Up Down There? Questions You'd Only Ask You Gynecologist if She Was Your Best Friend.

The sneaky peak is from the chapter on pregnancy. I love the big, starry, moon-belly popping out of the border. Most of the drawings employ that device- an organic shape extends beyond a squared border. It's a fun and pretty composition, and it sort of represents the whole "Hi, I'm your vagina. Nice to meet you" conversation Lissa has crafted. This project was a dream come true for me, and I'm so happy that Dr. Pinkie's book needed me.

Friday, May 15, 2009

From the Collection of Jason DuFair

My very dear friend Jason, one of my parenting and blogging kindred spirits, sent me this photo of his hallway where he has framed (beautifully) and displayed some of my drawings and prints. (Including, Miss Banshee, the bird drawing I let you win after forgetting to where it had flown.) Ah... mystery solved.

These photos made my freaking day. Week. Month. Ever. I don't have this much of my art on my own walls. I'm working on that this weekend, I hope. Having a party for my creativity posse. Thanks so much for the pictures, Jase!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

O My Mountain People

I was sitting on this until the press release, but Alex posted some of the letters on Facebook so I'm sharing too. (For those of you *cough* husband *cough* media deprivation police, I got an email notification. Was NOT hanging out on Facebook. Status of said reading fast is that probably six days is plenty and I should be allowed to read my blogs and the magazines that are piled up. But one more day won't kill me. Feels like it will, but I shall endure.)

So. My O design. It's here. You can read the text from it here. I noticed that the thumbnail icon looks great which means it'll work well from a distance too.