Thursday, April 16, 2009

Thank you note

I's sending this to all the folks who made me a casserole. Sincere thanks.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Still more work

Here she is with a little more pizzazz. I have begun painting her. I like the hair so kept the general outline. More work on that to come.

Then I began to work on her hand. More work needed here. So hard when you just make up people. You have a concept and a vague Idea of emotional or whimsical theatricality but when you do just create a little person from scratch all of your drawing flaws are exagerrated.

My title began to come to me - He loves me, He loves me not. So I thought i would drape her in daisies. The squiggles may or may not stay in the finished piece. They need to add to a feeling of movement and bounce to the whole thing and if i can't make that work - they are out.

more work

Here you can see that I have scanned her into photoshop and erased all the things that were not she or cupid ( to the best of my ability). There are problems I see. Her hand is definitely sad and the out thrust leg is a tad short. Hmmmm.

flora consulting cupid - in progress

this is an intaglio I created for a valentine fun show at City Arts in Wichita, Kansas. I wanted to convey a sort of sadie hawkins situation in which a young girl captures cupid and takes matters into her own hands.

I printed on marbled paper I made and combined hard ground and aquatint. I put $5.00 on it and it didn't sell. Fancy that.

Anyway in the next image you will see that public rejection is mother's milk to me and I never get rid of anything I've ever done - no matter how sappy or ill made. It generally is the best i can do at the time.

Friday, April 10, 2009

brokee footee x2

Zounds. what a week!!!! Only a week ago I was a nubile gazelle. Moving forcefully and gracefully throughout my little domain. Picking up clutter or choosing not to, dipping into numerous projects and diversions - needlework, dollmaking, photoshop. geneaology, gardening. I was a restless lovely butterfly not content until each of my favorite "flowers" had been visited. But lo, something dwells within our little edens that cannot bear to see such simple and satisfying pleasure go on. And so I was to be cast into the pit of despond sooner than I could forget the second line of the lyrics to Saint Louie woman, the song i happened to be singing when fate and disaster rendered me the pitiable wretch I am today.

It was 7 or a little, AM - I had just finished brushing my teeth and imposing some sort of order to my hair - and humming the Saint Louie Woman bit about the diamond rings and musing how you bridge to apron strings - naked as the day i was born, when I stepped up on the little platform which separates the master bath from the utility room. My object was the dryer, or chifferobe as it is known in our home, where all clean clothes are stored. I slipped on something wet on the linoleum tile floor (dare i guess dog pee), and after a Frick and Frack moment- landed on my twisted right ankle. Here let me interject the time honored - snapped like a twig.

I lay there stunned and soon passed out altogether. Any thought of making progress with the lyrics of Saint Louie woman gone forever. After several bouts of nausea, I managed to roll over and in doing so broke the small toe on the other foot. Further passings out and waves of nausea.

About an hour later, I was able to crawl and limp (combo) to a phone where husband - poor soul- collected me and we have been having various hospital experiences ever since. I am casted up - can't drive - walk - or make it to the bathroom. I have become the Contessa Neroni in Trollope's Barchester Towers. But, by scootching up the stairs on my fanny, I can at least sit before my beloved mac and create something fun. I will post what I create.

I am thrilled to tell you that i have gotten my first hate male on this blog. A person who is apparently uninsured or uninsurable - not quite sure which he meant - anyway - this person took great umbrage at the Obamanation cartoon. From his tone and gist, I take it, he will not have the bottom tits of the government sow - lawsy no - he'll clamp on like a lamprey to prime tit real estate.