One day many moons ago my daughter asked me what I thought of her drawing and I said it was decorative (meant as a compliment). Insulted she replied that my sculpture looked like a martha stewart project. Insulted I demanded she apologise. She would not. HA, I would get my artistic revenge, so I made a soft sculpture of her tongue. I stole one of her tongue rings and stuck it through the canvas tongue, and attached a handstitched canvas crow to it. It proudly hangs in our living room and continues to amuse us.
For those who haven't heard of the saying "to eat crow" it means you have to admit you were wrong about something.
"The origin of "to eat crow" is ultimately unknown. Almost all authorities cite an incident that took place during a truce in the war of 1812. The story goes that an unarmed British officer encountered an American hunter near the Niagra River, gained control of his musket and thereby forced him to eat the crow he had just shot. The American complied, but when his musket was returned, forced the British officer to do the sameThe origin of "to eat crow" is ultimately unknown. Almost all authorities cite an incident that took place during a truce in the war of 1812. The story goes that an unarmed British officer encountered an American hunter near the Niagra River, gained control of his musket and thereby forced him to eat the crow he had just shot. The American complied, but when his musket was returned, forced the British officer to do the same"
Phrase and word origins
Sunday, June 25, 2006
It's raining and I'm wearing a black plastic rain mac with a hood. I think,"nobody will see me and if they do they won't suspect." I sneak up to the wall in the alley and whip out the spray paint. Oh flipping heck!!!!!!!. I am almost finished when I get caught in the act. Some graffiti artist huh!!!!!!! Jenny from the Little Art catches me. Stops her car, rolls down her window and says, "ah! HA! with a big smile on her face.
Now THIS looks fun!
Monday, June 19, 2006
The gala opening was very busy and lots of fun. I barely had my voice by the end of the evening (that being around 11pm). One of the artist's wives brought decorated guacamole (snicker!) Amy Achor (one of the chamberpot gallery artists) was a good sport and put her head through the souvenir toilet. Here I am with talitha the tongue and other guests in the gallery stalls :) Nancy was a riot as the apprentice toilet fairy "tinklebell". She carried a gift basket filled with toilet paper flowers, or emergency packets she handed out upon guests answering a question. There were two types of emergency packets, a city version (a few sheets of toilet paper and a wipe cloth) or a country version (a big leaf and a wipe cloth). I think people really enjoyed the toilet paper table where they could make hats or just flowers, the jokes and euphemisms on the loo walls, the poetry readings, and prizes. It was a blast and I want to thank all those who shared in helping make it happen, and all those who came and all those who supported this (including fellow bloggers). THANKS.
Emergency Incontinence Hotline. "can you hold please"
ps. Oh poo I think my 2mins of fame are up. Back to the grog and grind of actually creating some artwork now ;)
tags: chamberpot gallery toilet paper
gala opening souvenir photos toilet fairy
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Don't you just love it when food is served like a work of art? This is how one of our favourite places in Yellow Springs, the Gypsy Cafe, does it. It isn't just about food, it is the ambience, the service, the quality of the food. The wife is the gypsy chef, the husband is the live menu who tells the patrons the choices for the evening. Until his wife has decided where she will travel culinarily speaking, husband doesn't know what country will be highlighted the following week. Not just a visual feast, but a gustatory one tooooo!!!
Have an interview with the Associated Press tomorrow!!!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Yellow Springs News came out and I think Lauren Heaton did a really nice story.
I have been relieved of my duty to paint a loo seat (yea!!!!!!!) Instead I am painting the loo doors. Our limited village workers just don't have time so nancy volunteered us to paint them before the opening.
Such is the life of an artist who volunteers to do potty things in a little village in ohio.
tags: yellow springs news volunteer loo
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Scrapbooking or scrapping is a new rage or hobby, but as you can see I was doing it a looooong time ago. The back of the scrapbook says: "coty loves Joe scott" LOL! how that was possible is beyond me, I only went out with him three days.
I did these drawings when I was 15 because I just loved the look and it was fashionable to draw like that (bit like anime of the day I suppose).
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
An outdoor festival coming up June 10th in Yellow Springs. A visual, auditory, olfactory, culinary feast for the senses. Strawberry Festival at the church, belly dancers, clowns, hippies, incence, tie die shirts, funnel cake, arts & crafts, poetry, music and so much more.
The mural is behind the Winds Cafe and painted by Pierre Nagely (who paints murals all over this village-including a beautiful one at the Litte Art Theatre).
So what is with the goose thing ( sez I who owns a garden gnome, a fake plastic dog, and a pink flamingo)? they seem very popular in ohio. Not that I am complaining, they make me laugh, love em.
What do YOU have in your garden?
tags. yellow springs street fairwinds cafe murals hippies
Monday, June 05, 2006
Well I finally finished this painting, just have to attach the decorative scroll at the top. It is my daughter posing in my fave vintage 60's kimono on my fave metal chair by a local artist Jeff Rutledge. Jeff has a quirky sense of humour and had two names for the chair depending on your mood and who you wanted to make sit on it. The "executive hot seat" or "the chair for the flaming ass" hence the metal fan under the seat . Since my daughter is a biz major and finals are coming up this week, the chair is called "the executive hot seat."
Nancy and I have an interview later this morning with the local paper. Always get kind of nervous about things like this. Wish us luck.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
You could get three people inside this tree in Glen Helen (a beautiful preserve in Yellow Springs, Oh). It isn't standing now, storms and age felled her. At the time though we decided to call it the Tootsie tree because we spread Toots ashes on the mossy river bank next to the tree. So every time we walk in this beautiful glen we smile thinking of our toots there and a little piece of our history as a family.
tags: tootsie tree Glen Helen yellow springs
Saturday, June 03, 2006
This is our old dog toots (now in doggie heaven) who wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. However when it came to food she had an IQ that could knock your socks off. I had trained the dogs to listen to me when I said it was time to come in by giving them a wee treat each time they came back. She used to ring the ring a bell I hung around the door handle to let me know she wanted out (okay I concede that was a smart thing for a dog to learn). One day I noticed the bell ringing was like every five minutes. Did the lawn need fertilizing or watering? NO. She would just walk out the door and then turn right around and walk back into the house. She would look at me as if to say, "hey, so where's the treat, I went out and came back didn't I, huh! huh!"I had to remove the bell!
By the way did I mention I HATE toilet seats!!!!!!
By the way did I mention I HATE toilet seats!!!!!!