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.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Her husband, the King of Hearts
It is very had to do men's faces - for me anyway - in the end I had to settle for the fact that he looks like basil Rathbone. Its okay because none of the people I am making these for have ever heard of basil. Sad really but there you go. Just another reminder that I am very past it.
PLAYING CARD QUILT
I AM sorry - I don't mean to yell - its just that my caps lock was on. I am making a quilt on which we will play cards. This is the Queen of Hearts and I am sure in the course of the game she will provide, elation, desolation, and generally run the gamut of emotions twixt the two. Some will chuckle with delight, some will burst out crying (me) and run from the room and swear to never play another game with any of us (me). Not sure yet how I will preserve her good looks and winsome allure. Someone said i could sew clear plastic over the whole thing. I hate to think it but it would be asking too much for my little game players to have to keep up with a separate "rain coat" for the quilt. My thinking cap is currently on the fritz.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Obamanation
I'm a tad concerned about the new President's vision of America - can we evolve to a point where we don't bash the rich - or worse - expect them to pay for all of the under achievers.
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