Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Jan's got a Big Mouth

NOT

Photo of "keep your big mouth shut" by Jan Jackson
Sketchbook Project Page
This is Jan, one of the original JafaGirls (now in Albuquerque running her gallery Dreamscapes) and a photo I took of a piece of art she created for the "is it art" event Nancy, Deb and myself ran a few years back. The writing says "I never wanted Jan to keep her mouth shut-she rocks!"

I did a pencil drawing on the top half, a photo collaged on the bottom half, then I painted with black gesso around the drawing and photo then covered with crystal glaze (I use the brush on type, not the spray).

The business of being an artist and just being one

Business of Being an Artist involves working at it, you know like planning, promoting, selling marketing, being seen in galleries and exhibits, etc, etc etc. Some of it comes naturally, such as marketing in the sense that I have a joy of talking about art and sharing it however I am finding the rest of it so darned distracting and exhausting.

Being an artist.
I have had such joy doing things that just evolved, like the knit knot tree, free art fridays, knit graffiti, "your documents please", and currently the sketchbook project even though it has sort of driven me slightly bonkers ( I am looking forward to doing a couple of small embroidery pieces for a show at the Eclipse Gallery).
There isn't the baggage of the business side of art involved with these projects for me. I didn't LOOK for them as a means to promote the business of being an artist. It is just purely the process of doing it and for me that is really the driving force. What comes after is icing on the cake.

SO
this year I have decided to leave the icing up to fate
this year I am just going to BE AN ARTIST

Latest Sketchbook PageI found this how to make a pig pop up card on wikiHow, although I haven't used it in the way they may have intended, eek!

It pretty much sums it up
He was NOT a nice man
It was decided years later to stop calling him that because it was an insult to pigs.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

the language of trees

"tree"

Little did I know when I was doing a page in the sketchbook of my dear friend and fellow Jafapal, Nancy, that growing up her families nickname for her was "tree".
Guess what my nickname was growing up, spuggy (as in sparrow, you know those little dickie birds that sit and nest in trees). Hum I just had visions of me sitting on Nancy, not sure she would like that LOL!
No wonder we had such an affinity for the knit knot tree

So I wrote her name (well tried) in the Ogham Tree alphabet.
Sacred Trees
Language of Trees

What Tree did YOU fall from?
Hum not sure if I agree with the assessment of being a Walnut Tree except the passion part

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Queen Gob

sketchbook project page
The Queen and The Drawing Teacher

"According to medieval beliefs gnomes were deformed,
usually with a hunchback and were led by a King called Gob."
Ha! More like Queen Gob
disguised as a chocolate box girl
sweet on the outside
poison on the inside
The gnome was her servant of intrigue
together they weaved mischief
and fed off its anguish
like parasites


Thursday, January 15, 2009

Knit Knot Box

Photography by c.bayrak

Actually it is a story box that Nancy and I made for the Storybox Project being sponsored by the Yellow Springs Tale Spinners. We had so much fun putting this together. We decoupaged the yellow springs guide on the inside and I stitched a knitted pocket (a left over from the knit knot tree) inside to hold a cd.



How we made the box is by sewing a black felt casing that was then glued to a heavy cardboard box after we had sewn on patches of knitting and felt. We then made the lid in the same way and used heavy felt for the hinges that we stitched through the cardboard for extra support. Hopefully it will survive the national and international journey.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

She walks in beauty

Claire's Eye by Jafabrit
Sketchbook Project Page

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Mr. Shit Pants


I had a boyfriend once who asked me to marry him. His looks and his intellectual curiosity could not compensate for the creeping insults disguised
as wit or the ever increasing bouts of inebriation.
By the time “the incident” occurred I was ready to be done.
He became known as

Mr.Shit Pants

We’d been dating a year when he showed up at my flat at 1 am in the morning palatik drunk. He stumbled into my bedroom and I told him “if you think I’m going to sleep with you you MUST be bloody well joking”. What a waste of breath, he was passed out already, so I went and slept on the couch in the front room.5am, he pokes his head around the door and asks me for a bucket. “a bucket?” “yes, a bucket “ he says. “what the hell do you need a bucket for”, I ask. “are you going to be sick?” “no” he says. “I, err, well I kind of had an accident?” I am thinking what the hell kind of an accident and then he tells me he sneezed and he well, err shit himself. OH MY GOD! I didn’t have a bathroom. I rented two rooms on the bottom floor of an old Victorian house and we shared a communal bathroom upstairs. I was going to have to get dressed and go find a bloody bucket and fill it with warm water. And to make matters worse he asks me if I could wash his clothes and meanwhile he will put the bedding in the bucket to soak. I guess he was thinking I could wash the sheets later.
That did it. I was out of there. I gave him the bucket and left.
Finito.
The End