News and Observations from The Palette
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Muriel
22 x 28 acrylic on canvas
Neither faith nor reason can explain what compelled me to paint this. No, that is not a piece of pony-tailed pizza atop the fish -- it's a party hat. Clearly, this fish is on her way to a birthday party. 
Thursday, September 7, 2006
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Friday, September 1, 2006
June ATC (Art Trading Card). Theme: Parent/Child Relationships -- SIDE 1
5 x 6 smashed up plastic fetuses, acrylic, fiber gel medium, and collage on board
Verbiage courtesy of Sylvia Plath, bastardized to serve my needs.
June ATC, Side 2
Acrylic, fiber gel medium, and collage 
Again, words of Sylvia Plath, sliced and diced to meet my needs.
Again, words of Sylvia Plath, sliced and diced to meet my needs.
Side 2 (The Weekend)
Woo Hoo! My first CD cover!
Band: Grin's Edge
Album: Burnt Circus
Cover Art: Self Portrait, by moi
Purchase info: http://cdbaby.com/cd/grinsedge
Album: Burnt Circus
Cover Art: Self Portrait, by moi
Purchase info: http://cdbaby.com/cd/grinsedge
Bad photos of CD: moi (of course...who else could take such exquisitely crappy pics?)
Front
Back
Inside Innards - they thanked me for being their "Warhol" --I see a fun wig in my future!
The Weekend in Pictures 9/22/07
Doctor Halfahead (her other half was sacrificed to last weekend's painting) engaged Patient X in a lively three-second conversation about why he wasn't feeling too well. Before Patient X could get a word out of his deteriorated skull, Dr. Halfahead determined it was a stubbed toe and prescribed enough antibiotics to keep a mid-sized African country from ever getting a bacterial infection. Patient X tried to take the pills, but then returned to the office a couple of days later complaining that he had no body with which to digest them, and was not feeling much better. Doctor Halfahead privately rolled her eyes, but promptly apologized and prescribed an anti-anxiety pill, along with a few painkillers, just for good measure. It was obvious the guy could use them. CLEARLY a whiny hypochondriac.
Dr. Halfahead serves not only as a tasteful centerpiece, but also a constant reminder for studio safety. Dr. Halfahead says, "Remember boys and girls, inhaling toxic varnishes and accidentally swilling paint water is all fun and games until somebody has a a major organ shut down."
Big news! Left the house!
With Madison Weiss and her precious assemblage piece "Inner Child". Note inner child's saucy arm on the left...Yup. FRAME SAMPLE. See? They DO have a purpose!
ATC for October - Theme: Day of the Dead
Skull and Box (box looks like a book)
He's a happy little guy...given the unfortunate "situation"...
"Negotiations" - Donation piece for "Postcards From the Edge" AIDS Benefit
The organization/event: http://thebody.com/visualaids/current/postcards2007.html
4" x 6" on paper board
Backside
Memory of the Irretrievable
30" x 40" assorted bones and teeth, found objects, paternal cremains, and acrylic on canvas.
Details:
Seal Skull (not dancing on ball)
Found this little beauty at a garage sale. I'm calling him "Lucky", though his full proper name is Stinky Lucky Linke. He's pretty much a homebody like me, so we've been been spending a lot of quality time on the patio.
UPDATE: Lucky doesn't like rain
The Weekend in Pictures - 12/8/07
Yeah, well it's been raining all weekend, so I was confined to the innards of the hovel. It's always sketchy business to force me to stay inside; since I couldn't defiantly rage against the rain without getting really cold, wet and ultimately more bitter than I already am, I took the path of a psycho five year old and set the drag queen aliens out on a European and African tour of the hovel.
Mine:
I broke my nail. The only thing more tragic than this is that I decided to slather on some patchouli. Patchouli is one of those things that seems like a good idea at the time, but you end up regretting deeply...like launching a nuclear war, or filling your water bed with sour cream.
This is an homage to Goya's "Saturn Devouring His Son" --Mine is called "Dead Guy Eats His Drag Queen Alien Children"
Witness the striking similarities:
Goya:
Mine:I broke my nail. The only thing more tragic than this is that I decided to slather on some patchouli. Patchouli is one of those things that seems like a good idea at the time, but you end up regretting deeply...like launching a nuclear war, or filling your water bed with sour cream.
Baby Diva goes a little cross-eyed when she reads the OED. I try to get her to use the magnifying glass, but who can steer the passion of a genius? Clearly, not I.
Drag Queen Alien in Africa, learning the ways of the natives. It's hard to carry water when one hand is carrying a flower and the other a bulbous piece of fake fruit. Understandably, Drag Queen Aliens quickly gain a reputation of being lazy.
Drag Queen Alien drunk in Italy or thereabouts. Could be France. She can't really remember. Hell, it could be on top of my microwave for all she knows. Thank goodness it's not on top of my microwave. That would be pretty tragic. coughcough
Feeling a little bloated in Bulgaria
This might be Disneyland. It might also be Hell. Hard to tell.
Lady Godiva. Giddy-up, Bambi! We have to mow over those dirty little townspeople!
Drag Queen Aliens like to ride elephants. It's certainly a nice way to make an entrance at the Junior League Fundraiser. The valet gets an extra little something for parking a pachyderm.
African tea party. Heeeeeeey...what's in that gourd?
Got into some trouble with the law with a couple of locals and had to spend some time in an African pokey.
This is obviously some sort of ...emmmmm...Jewish monastery?
Guessing this was Greece, though with their extensive travels, it's really difficult to keep it all straight.
The Weekend in Pictures - 12/13/07
2004: Four More Years (revisited)
(White elephant gift for xmas party)
The unveiling, or rather, the unsheeting. What else to wrap such an unwieldy object in than a fitted bed sheet with a Drag Queen Alien dangling from it?
The Weekend in Pictures - 2/8/08
Is it a studio? A kitchen? A patio? Why it's All Three! Welcome to the space-age Ronco Kitcheo!
It's also the Bad Painting Reclamation Center. J is all too happy to lend a hand.
February ATC Theme: Detritus
So this is all trash and found objects. Each little wicker bundle contains a written note with a "dirty little secret" about myself. A hand-me-down wicker chair gave its life for this piece. Also, daddy cremains, dryer lint, and cat fur.
So this is all trash and found objects. Each little wicker bundle contains a written note with a "dirty little secret" about myself. A hand-me-down wicker chair gave its life for this piece. Also, daddy cremains, dryer lint, and cat fur.
Detail:
Virtual Gallery
Precious Michael Lownie, Artist and Human Extraordinaire, created this lovely little virtual gallery for me by lovingly pilfering images from my blog. Yay!
The Weekend in Pictures - 3/7/08
"Swamp" - 36 x 48 acrylic mixed media on canvas. Inspired by a line in Fiddler on the Roof regarding "mating with one's own kind" -- "A fish and a bird can love each other, but where will they make a home?"
Do I know how to set a table, or what?
The Weekend in Pictures - 4/4/08
4' x 4' --work in progress...
Okay, nobody panic; it's just the underpainting...
Weekend in Pictures 4.12.08
Done now. I will never get a decent picture of this thing, as I used 4 coats of high gloss varnish on it, and trying to capture an image of it is akin to trying to get a detailed pic of the sun. On the upside, I think I might have discovered heretofore unknown light-reflective subatomic particles. I probably won't get credit for it, though.
"Dancing at The Edge of Time" 4' x 4' acrylic, paternal cremains, and gold mica chips on canvas.
"Dancing at The Edge of Time" 4' x 4' acrylic, paternal cremains, and gold mica chips on canvas.
The Weekend in Pictures: 5.9.08
Flowers from J. Half the rosebush, methinks.
I needed to paint tonight, but found myself uninspired, so I just played around instead...
I needed to paint tonight, but found myself uninspired, so I just played around instead...
The weekend in Pictures 5.23.08
Looky! It's the mystical visage of the Alpaca Godhead manifested in Titanium White on my patio table! Either that, or a cotton ball with arms and sunglasses. Whatever. I'm gonna be rich! This is somewhere between the virgin mary in slime on the underpass in Chicago and Jesus on a grilled cheese in Nebraska (or wherever the hell that was). Jeeeeez, I can't believe my luck! Looks like the Alpaca Godhead was having a thought that fizzled...perhaps "pfffft." That would summarize my thoughts if I were god. Which I'm not. Yet. Since the position is vacant, please feel free to submit me as a write-in candidate.
The trees have spoken. I'm not sure, but I think they're pissed off.
The trees have spoken. I'm not sure, but I think they're pissed off.
Creating a rip in the space-time continuum was the only artistic accomplishment of the weekend. It'll do.
General observation: my fingers are kinda transparent. Gross.
And for my final trick of the weekend, I finished the "I Hate Sushi" piece, inspired by Ms. May Lane Harvey: 
The Weekend in Pictures 5.30.08
I dredged the fountain of algae/slime/scum this evening; the harvest is like some sort of vegan spinach dip, minus the spinach. Maybe the makings of a smoothie. I think it might make a lovely beret when dry. I felt kinda bad about the countless little life forms I was killing by doing this but, ya know, they're stinky.
Whoa! What's this emerging from the primordial slime?
Ack! It's the Alien Four, and they're singing "Muskrat Love." 
Turns out the stuff was teeming with life. Hey! It's Pope John Paul II! I'm betting Elvis will surface sometime after nightfall -- I'm pretty sure I saw the hint of a silver sequin in there. Coulda been Liberace, though.
Token painting of the weekend --shouldn't have been painting at all, but got inspired and neglected other obligations. This is just a 9" x 12" - "Cornered"
Weekend in Pictures - 6.14.08
Baby Diva was studying philosophy today. She was reading Hegel, which always makes her cranky, given his three-page-long sentences. She thinks he's an idiot, and doesn't buy into the notion of the dialectic. Where Hegel thinks all the world is dictated by thesis, antithesis, then synthesis, Baby Diva feels pretty confident that existence is all about fishie treats.
She spent a bit of time reading her favorite solipsists as well, I think she's having "a moment" here whilst gazing at the plastic fishie meant for her amusement.
She spent a bit of time reading her favorite solipsists as well, I think she's having "a moment" here whilst gazing at the plastic fishie meant for her amusement. 
An awakening! She recognizes me as an "other" outside her perception of her own existence. As a dedicated solipsist, this rocks her ontological world. I might actually exist.
She ponders the authenticity of my existence. She's in the gifted program.
Rationalists Art Party 2008 - 6.21.08
Maybe I'll just leave it all set up and start a restaurant. Ya know, without food.
Cayenne Cafe
Busy, busy, busy...
Danielle, entranced in/by creative greatness
Fuuuuuuuuud
Trish's glitter clay floral sculpture (pardon the lousy washed-out pic)
Jim Rockoff's water color leaves and models
Ian went a little Pollock on us (without the drunken womanizing piece)
Kyla's dysfunctional cloud
Prolific, Kyla creates a second piece and declares "it's about child abuse. Nobody can say your art is bad if you say it's about child abuse." Brilliant strategy that I will begin to employ immediately.
Lisa's trippy dippy Amoeba Man
Mr. Rockoff demonstrates the proper use of a chaise lounge, stricken by a faux case of the vapors
"Family Tree" -- SOLD to the woman in plaid. It does gaze adoringly at her...
Weekend in Pictures 7/4/08
Bee on Slime Island. 
Random Family Portrait with the princess.
On Sunday, J surprised me with sunflowers, chocolate, chili and nom noms, including my fave, his home made chicken and dumplins, still piping hot from his pressure cooker. He declared it our "Plutonium Anniversary" in that it was day 238 of knowing each other, and there's a Plutonium-238 that is known as "a physicist's dream and an engineer's nightmare." It's a pity he's a physicist cum engineer - kinda leaves him in an awkward position regarding what the hell to think of me.
Yummmmmmmmmmmmmy chicky 'n dumplins
Katie Hoffman of Denver contributed to my "Monkey Eating A Clown" collection today (lower right). Receiving it unexpectedly was grounds for this being the best Monday (7/7/08) of my entire existence. Upper left is from Mark Phillips of Chicago, from whom I unexpectedly received this preciousness on a Thursday. And in the "we're just messing around but will not be dismissed" digital category, we have James DeKorse of San Diego on the upper right, with Tom Brown of Baltimore directly below it. Monkeys eating clowns. It's all about love. 
"Unfinished Portrait of the Postmodern Princess" 24 x 36 gold leaf and acrylic on canvas 
The weekend in Pictures - 7.26.08
Baby Diva gets a hardy spanking from Uncle Marcos
Purty stars . Want.
Do I smell hoMOsexuals?
Why yessssssssss, yes I do... I love that scent!
Heeeeeeeyyyy...where's my "Latina" shirt? 
Weekend in Pictures 8.2.08
I'm not sure by what means my slumlord is going to kill me, only that he will. I don't think he recognizes this as patio beautification the way I do...
"Living Will" 30 x 40, mixed media -- 
Details
The Weekend in Pictures - 8/9/08
Well, the garden fountain has officially been killed. Given its state of disrepair, it's for the best. Now I have a whole big plot to fill up with flowers and herbs. Or mannequin parts...been wanting to do that for a long time...
Evil Florida-style roach crawled out of the fill dirt, so I smote him and encased him in gold paint (a fate too noble for the likes of him, indeed).
Making gift wrap (and simultaneously more "patio floor beautification")...
"Living Will" painting, packaged and ready to be accepted or rejected by pal Will tonight at his 40th solar return party...
The Weekend in Pictures - 8.23.08
Let me clear about this. Making stencils is about as enjoyable as having ones eyeballs pierced with a hundred safety pins that are then squished shut into the eyeball membrane from the inside of your skull.
The Weekend in Pictures 8.29.08
More annoying stencil making
Erasing the History of an Error - 30 x 40 acrylic on canvas
Erasing the History of an Error - 30 x 40 acrylic on canvas 
The Weekend in Pictures 9.6.08
So excited! Today I found a varnish that really seems to work for me. Used it on the piece I'm donating to an auction for Laterthanever, a theatre group focused on socially relevant issues. 
For those of you who remember that a calculator lives in my freezer, the update is that the calculator now has companionship by way of a rather saucy little camera. I'm sure there's a love story in here somewhere, but I'm in no mood to write it. 
The Weekend in Pictures - 9.13.08
J and I celebrated our 10 month tortureversary (9/11, as luck would have it). He made me a yummy carrot cake with nuts chopped up in the icing and also got me a thingy of ground round.
I, in turn, got him this stunning afro wig (complete with purple comb), and a new blue toothbrush. At this stage in our lives, practical gifts are the best way to go.
Accidental flower made while I was pruning my canna
My beloved Kate came over and worked the afro. 
Underpainting for "Neural Cavity"
Still working on it, but closer to finished...
The Weekend in Pictures - 9.20.08
So this is a b-day prezzy for my ineffably precious friend Rachel. She refuses to go into natural bodies of water because she claims they're 75% fish poop and dead people. What with all the bodies the mob disposes of, people scattering ashes of their dead peeps, ship wrecks, suicides, accidental drownings, shark attacks etc since the beginning of time, Rachel claims swimming in the ocean is like taking a Death Bath. She has a point.
"When all of the dead people in the ocean decided to throw a birthday party for Rachel, she was hesitant to attend. Upon reflection, however, she decided it would be rude to decline the kind offer."
Special Thurday Edition -9.25.08
Special edition is for good reason...
I finally got pics of the schnookie-wookie. His name is Stuart Wilma.
nomnomnomnomnom
He hung out with me while I made gift wrap. I worried about him breathing in all the fumes, but Rachel's b-day prep stops for no one, not even the world's cutest possum. 
The Weekend in Pictures - 10.4.08
Made breffy in bed for J, since I happened to still be up at 9 am on Saturday. Just to prove to him that canvases are not "useless crap" as he claims, I used one as a serving tray. Utility justifies existence. 
More Stuart Wilma, this time enjoying a nice crunchy-gooey snail. 
After a visit to Robert Gray's studio on Saturday night, I came home and experimented a bit with some of the elements he'd used in his earlier paintings. This is just a quickie...
More Stuart Wilma, this time enjoying a nice crunchy-gooey snail. 
After a visit to Robert Gray's studio on Saturday night, I came home and experimented a bit with some of the elements he'd used in his earlier paintings. This is just a quickie... The Weekend in Pictures - 10-11-08
And then there were two. Then three, then...
I'll be killing this painting eventually, but for now it's "Debutante Disintegrating"
Are YOU my mother?
I'll be killing this painting eventually, but for now it's "Debutante Disintegrating" Are YOU my mother?Iz time to come clean. Iz I adawpted?
Thursday night update, 10/16
I put out their evening meal of kibble and rotting fruit. I had prepared dinner for three when lo and behold, a fourth little guy joined the party!
He felt a little awkward at first, so he relied on his extensive knowledge of botony to engage the clan in a meal-time story about the kingdom of merrily bejeweled and diaphanously skirted aphids that danced the Can Can upon the crest of a leaf...
Soon enough he felt welcome enough to talk and chew at the same time while the others raptly listened to his salty stories about his adventurous life under the Taco Bell dumpster...
The weekend in Pictures - 10.24.08
Artist's reception/show at Cafe Libertalia in Hillcrest on Friday night. Great space, great premise for a business.
Why am I such a lousy photographer?
Richard Reyes - fantastic graphite gore.
My crap
Witnesses of/to my crap. The middle piece sold. Yay!
Came home and finished "Bovine Ephemera" (30 x 40 mixed media)
Detail
The Weekend in Pictures - 10.31.08
Coworkers trashed my cube for my b-day. Twinkly lights at work - what more could a girl want? 
Enter baby possum...
nomnomnomnomnom
Mommy Cat: "WTF? I don't remember giving birth to that weird lookin' one. Gotta go light on the epidural next time."
"Psssst. This stuff is crap. When mom goes to bed, what say we hit the streets and I'll show you how to hunt snails?"
Enter baby possum...
nomnomnomnomnomMommy Cat: "WTF? I don't remember giving birth to that weird lookin' one. Gotta go light on the epidural next time." "Psssst. This stuff is crap. When mom goes to bed, what say we hit the streets and I'll show you how to hunt snails?" You eated mah last cookie?
Demonic brother crushes skull of innocent runt while mom peacefully naps.
HEY! Cuppy-cakies! Forget this kibble crap!
Underpainting for Fractured: Madness and Civilization (homage to Foucault)
Weekend in Pictures 11.7.08
Rooftop surveillance for the itteh bitteh kitteh committeh
Mommy cat in the watch tower
Continuation of "Madness and Civilization" -- still hating it. It might be a cursed canvas. And when I say it "might" be, I mean "it is."
Weekend in Pictures 11.14.08
Pompeii Barbie
Well, I was aiming for Pompeii Barbie, but she kind of turned out more like Day at the Ridiculously Expensive Spa Mud Bath Barbie.
Throughout Friday Night Cleaning Night, I was writing the story of Pompeii Barbie in my head, and every once in a while I'd put down the Windex and Tilex and take a snapshot to represent whatever scene I was currently writing in my mind.
By the end of the night I was too tired to put it into words, and now I find myself completely uninspired to do so, so I'll just post the pics in the order in which they were taken and let y'all build your own story. Prolly better than the original anyway.
The Weekend In Pictures - 11.21.08
Through The Looking Glass: dusting the OED because of OCD.
Uh-oh. Looks like fluffy is a Pentecostal. The Episcopalian brethren look on in shock and horror, wondering how in Ceiling Cat's name this came to be.
A wedding gift for a former roommate, this piece of trash highlights the good times we had while living together. And by "good times" I mean "we managed not to kill each other."
Detail
Detail of a detail
Weekend in Pictures - 11.26.08
This is how it starts, isn't it? The whole crazy cat lady thing? I had to build an engineering marvel to keep the strays warm and dry while it rained this week. My pal Maylane called it "Kitty City", but it's more like a Gato Ghetto.
It took a community effort, but once the rain started, the kittens managed to get Barbie into their little grotto.Mom's thinking "crap, now I have to adopt the blonde mute? Like I don't have enough of them to bathe and de-flea? Tell ya one thing, I am NOT nursing that skinny little plastic freak."
This is "Crescendo" -- 20 x 16...mixed media. 
"The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away." Gotta give it to those baptist hymns...they get your toes tappin'!
The Weekend in Pictures - 12.5.08
So, finding that no shelters will take the kittens because they're considered feral by all of the no-kill facilities, I decided to put them on Craig's List, perilously gambling with their fate. I was out of options.
It's almost enough to make me believe in a benevolent god: a divine woman named Jane, an ecologist, has offered to take in the whole family, socialize them, and then re-home some or all of them after they're socialized (hence, more adoptable). Make no mistake -- the logistics of catching four feral kittens and their mother is slightly more complex than brokering world peace.
D-Day is Sunday.
It's almost enough to make me believe in a benevolent god: a divine woman named Jane, an ecologist, has offered to take in the whole family, socialize them, and then re-home some or all of them after they're socialized (hence, more adoptable). Make no mistake -- the logistics of catching four feral kittens and their mother is slightly more complex than brokering world peace.
D-Day is Sunday.
Some pics from Friday night:
Tabby Tummy
Tabby Tummy
The laying on of paws. You are HEALED!
Fluffy makes a monumentally bad choice in toys to chase...
Tabby finds it quite entertaining, too. By then, Sparkly has had enough. "HEY GENIUS! ENOUGH WITH THE TAIL, ALREADY!"
Saturday night, the eve of executing our diabolical Master Plan, can be summarized in two words, three syllables:
HO-LEE CRAP
Like this whole thing isn't precarious enough, we get another visitor.
I now have all the outside lights turned on and classical music blaring from a portable radio. I figure classical annoys skunks. They're prolly more hot jazz types. If it doesn't scare him away, maybe it'll at least lull him to sleep. It's certainly working on me...
Sparkly was kind enough to take an interest in the food placed at the back of one of the cat crates, so I was able to use him as a guinea pig for my Gilligan's Island method of critter trapping. Success! For now, anyway...
Well, after four enchanting hours filled with fear, trembling, adrenaline rushes, and defeat, New Mom Jane and I managed to round up all five cats. Interestingly, our beloved Fluffy was the last man standing.
Off to their new home with their new mommy... now I have empty nest syndrome. Gary suggested I adopt a herd of wild horses. Yay! HORSIES!
The Weekend in Pictures - 12.20.08
My first life drawing model. She's pretty low maintenance. As an added bonus, the neighbors don't gripe about her the way they might if an actual naked life model was hanging out on the patio table.
Gourmet statistics soaked in coffee. Because I can, and you and your army of operations analysts can't stop me.
Tiny little painting -- 9 x 12. Mixed media "This Isn't About You Anymore"
J sent my xmas prezzy from Phoenix... the centerpiece was definitely the beautiful and pristinely ivory alpaca pashmina, but we cannot neglect noting the sweet accessories that accompanied it. Mr Bubble? SCORE!
My guardian froggy on tractor-thing with siren
Weekend in Pics - 1.17.08
A Dingo Ate My Baby!
Model breaks for a refreshing cocktail
"Maternal Instinct" - 36 x 48 
The Weekend in Picures 1.25.09
Tricia and Baby Kate Sakura visit!
Random photo of Tricia and I from my Big Fake Wedding in 2006 pbe (pre-baby-era)
Kate watching Planet Unicorn and loving the gay bar groove http://www.planetunicorn.tv/
Raptly engrossed in a stop motion animation film made by friend Tina Banda - "The Money Pig" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgawRRVSNfY
With my childhood dolly,DeeDee
No sooner had Tricia left, than J showed up from Phoenix, bearing cornbread, chickie 'n dumplins, enough ice cream to feed an elementary school for a year, and a puddin' diorama.
It's a representation of the land he just bought in Snowlflake, AZ, with a working name of "Jim's Armageddon Ranch." He's says it's done to scale, with animal crackers representing the animals he'll be raising. Apparently camels, lions, and bears will be involved.
The Weekend in Pictures - 1.31.09
Unearthed! A painting a friend did of me circa 1988. I think it looks like something the love-child of Picasso and Matisse might come up with.
My precious Lou and Rachael came down from evil LA. I love them endlessly, even though their visit forced me to be awake at 11:30 AM
Always with an eye toward the impending darkness...
Lou brought the tape we made circa '88 of Redneck Hamlet. I was Hamlet's self-absorbed Camero-driving lush of a mother. I'm not sure what I'm so upset about in this scene. From what I can tell, I was mad that I wasn't keeping my nail appointment because my son was running around trying to avenge his father's death. Meanwhile, the ghost of Hamlet's father was working at the Chevron station. It's a classic.
The weekend in pictures - 2.7.09
Well, overall a completely crappy weekend. Main house was flooded due to a main line break under the house, water was turned off for 24 hours, and it rained almost non-stop, effectively closing down my studio (pseudio) for the weekend.
In happier news, New Mommy Jane brought Fluffy (now "Yogi") and Baby Calico (now "Violet") for a visit, and they're all socialized and lovey-dovey now. I got to smooch all over both of them.
In happier news, New Mommy Jane brought Fluffy (now "Yogi") and Baby Calico (now "Violet") for a visit, and they're all socialized and lovey-dovey now. I got to smooch all over both of them.
A rare non-rainy moment, playing Auntie Cayenne to the neighbor's kids. Just add cheesecake and art supplies.
Now...what to do with the corroded pipes the plumbers dug out of the ground...
Such nice earthy color and texture...a shame for them to go to waste...
Ah ha! My new garden sculpture...a plumbing cairn, I suppose...to serve as...uh...a monument to rotten pipes everywhere...
The Weekend in Pictures - 2.21.09
This is from a 1989 video of me manning my own boat, or being the captain of my destiny or something. You might note I suck at it. Am I even sitting the right way? A truly telling metaphorical image.
These are the eggs that J's little chickens made, held against the Universal Scale of Size, le Bic lighter.
This is the gargantuan leek onion I accidentally grew. My leek is better than J's eggs. Yah-huh.
These are underpaintings...
That led to this final piece, done as a baby shower gift. J says he'd never hang it in a nursery, and that it only belongs hanging in "Night Gallery." I loved that show, so refuse to be insulted.
The Weekend in Pictures - 02.28.09
J has learned well at the feet of the voodoo queen. He went to get his hair cut, and knew to take a doggie bag for leftovers for a painting. Clever boy.
I'm not really sure what happened here. I wanted to draw three aliens peering through a window, but did a family portrait instead. Yes, it's true: my sister is a mermaid, my mother is a cross between Dolly Parton and the Lion King, and my brother is Jesus in his off hours. I'm a confused choir girl or something. Might become a series, might be burned at the stake. Working title is "Ghost in My Belly."
Tossed a little watercolor on for fun.
Ode to 'The Yellow Wallpaper' 36" x 48"
"This wise man sent me home with solemn advice to 'live as domestic a life as possible' to 'have but two hours intellectual life a day' and 'never to touch pen, brush or pencil again' as long as I lived. I went home and obeyed those directions and came so near the borderline of utter mental ruin that I could see over. Then, using the remnants of intelligence that remained and helped by a wise friend, I cast the noted specialist's advice to the winds and went to work again." Charlotte Perkins Gilman on writing "The Yellow Wallpaper"
Weekend in Pictures -- 3.13.09
Slow one...I worked on an underpainting a bit...
I discovered an apple on my apple twig. It's worthy of note that I also discovered what appears to be a crack pipe laying not far from the apple. It would seem someone threw it over the fence when confronted by the po-po in the alley.
I like my fluffy white flowers. I can dunk my face in them like I'm a big Oreo...
The object in question. And yes, those are surgical gloves I'm wearing. They're ghetto gardening gloves I keep on hand for precisely this reason...one never knows what one is going to come across... 
Found this pic of Dad and the wallpapered Vega again...
Weekend in Pictures - 3.21.09
"Grim Peepers" is all I got done. I did a mad house cleaning, though...the kind that involves washing the ceilings and lint rolling the throw pillows.
At the River Styx
Google Earth on the Home of the Grim Peepers
Perfection.
The Evidence. Of what, I don't know.
Weekend in Pictures - 4.4.09 &4.10.09
Yay! A visit from Uncle Marcos, who demonstrates the finer points of Baby Diva Spanking. Proper finger alignment is essential.
A happy Baby Diva makes everyone in the kingdom happy!
Johnny takes a rejuvenating mid-ciggie micro-nap
"Screens" - 30" x 40"...not sure where I 'm going with it...
Finis? Nah, not yet...
The Week in Review - 4.20.09 - 4.26.09
This is just a whole buncha randomness. I won't lie, as the economic crapfest has hit home, things have gotten ugly; it's been a rough week, boys and girls.
On the upside, J came to town for the week, bearing animal crackers, Nilla Wafers, ten gallons of ice cream, a thousand or so eggs, rooster and turkey feathers, and purty flowahs. Oh, and a winch, which was at some point strapped to my ankles and used in a futile attempt to drag me out of bed. That's a possum finger puppet nibbling at the eggs. Nom-nom.
I got all crazy domestic and deconstructed the stove top studio so that I could boil water and conduct other obscene culinary activities. This terrifying rampage also included grilling in the Pseudio, where I considered sealing in steak juices with the products at hand... epoxy, varnish, a little Mars Black for grill marks...
This:
Became this (I love these little guys -- they look like wax, and they live in a state of bloom for --seriously-- about a month I think):
Baby Diva makes my teeth rot, so sugary and decadent is my love for her. She's playing vapid Barbie girl and sunning herself here...
Weekend in Pictures 5.2.09
Me with a death grip on a purple egg. I must've thought there were rhinestones in there.
The weekend in Pictures - 5.15.09
A little visitation from my new possum family... I'm pretty sure it's Sparkly and her new brood. Cuz that's what I want to believe.
Has to be made into an lol"cat"...
Baby Diva got a new de-furring comb!
Another glorious night in the 'hood...
Gravedigger.
The Weekend in Pictures - 5.22.09
You know what this means: J breezed into town, a trail of Oreos and Snickers behind him.
I'd said I wanted to spend all day Saturday watching cartoons and eating Snickers, so when he showed up unexpectedly he at least brought the goods.
I'd said I wanted to spend all day Saturday watching cartoons and eating Snickers, so when he showed up unexpectedly he at least brought the goods.
We went out for Ethiopian food. He loved it; I found it indescribably foul. I mean, seriously, single out any one of these piles and it looks like dookie or vomit.
The new possum family is doing fine, thank you. They don't, however, like Oreos.
Baby Diva had a photo shoot. Profile shot
Dignified gaze 
Pththththththththththththth
The standard bitchy model look
wuv-wuv boo-boo
She's over it. DONE.
My work in progress lies in pieces on the ground...
My work in progress lies in pieces on the ground...
The Weekend in Pictures - 5.30.09
I just like this. I like smashing mirrors, and I like looking at the leftovers.
"Transition" --24 x 36 mixed media on canvas
Awwwww....Travis and Jamie popped by for a visit at 3 am
The Weekend in Pictures 6.7.09
A visitor on Sunday Night. "May I have some porridge ma'am?"
The hyacinth bean vines I planted last Saturday seem to be happy and healthy. Yay!
Before and After pics.Before...(when I first moved in)
After. Slumlord is putting it back on the market, which always makes me wonder what the future holds. In theory, the compound is in a commercial district.
Front door before...
After
Underpainting for the weekend. I treated myself to a fresh canvas. 'Twas like a breath of fresh air...
Weekend in Pictures - 6.14.09
"Postmodern Postmortem" 36 x 48. I've promised a friend not to mess with it for now, but only time will tell whether it still feels like an underpainting or not.
Baby Diva meets Baby Possum head on. Baby Possum is in the table, blending into all the rest of the crap. Sort of hard to see...
Weekend in Pictures - 6.20.09
Baby Possum has decided he likes his food better out of the bag than off a plate on the ground. "Iz fresherer," he remarked.
Random Bodyscape
Might use this for bio pic for the collaborative book, but it kinda looks like I'm picking my nose with the brush.
Yay! Hyacinth bean vines doing well...
UNEARTHED! A drawing given to me by the precious, lovely, and ridiculously talented David Gallegos. Favorite line is written down the left hand side -- "If god dwells in us like some people say, I hope he likes enchiladas, 'cause that's what he's getting"
Thursday, June 1, 2006
The Weekend in Pictures - 6/28/09
Seriously.
Archipelago 36" x 48"
And then he haughtily said "You're not an island, you know."
At this point I confessed "you're right, my lamb,
... I'm an archipelago."
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