Ok. So first, If you follow me here, Please forgive the apparently huge gap since I last posted. I’ve had two sites going on simultaneously and FINALLY got around to merging them. All of my news and random stories will be back here again. I’ll also likely be posting a few 2015 recaps in the next couple weeks as unfortunately the last year or so of my life was erased when I tried to merge them – I guess that’s what you get when you try to do technical stuff that you don’t know how to do….
So back to today: As you may know from my other site (which no longer exists), I’ve recently been working on building up my portfolio for licensing work. Among some of the projects I’ve been working on, are a series of courses through the Lilla Rogers Studio School. One of the things I love most about these classes is the different perspectives it gives me on my work. It’s probably due to spending all my time alone with my pets and paintbrush friends in a studio, but the marketing, customer/client side of things has always eluded me. It’s been fun to think about my work from that perspective and to experiment with different techniques and applications. I’ll be posting a few past assignments over the next few weeks, along with some of the commissions and show pieces that I need to get back up somewhere. For now, this is my floral fabric collection for the home decor market. I’ve always been in love with chairs (my house is full of refinished, reupholstered thrift store chairs), but I think designing my own fabric for them is my new favorite thing.
As I was piling work by the front door this morning – going through my last second checklists and final chance editing before everything got loaded up in the car on route to my next show, I realized a bit of color trending on my part. Until that very moment, I had been in complete denial of my recent peachy pink, creamsicle orange… ( is it tangerine? ) color palette addiction. I hate to be so predictable.
For anyone else who might have a similar obsession, all the pieces will be on display at Leanna NYC through the first of October. A few are available to purchase here.
It took a few attempts with the printers to get the colors in this one just right ( green and gold are pretty essential to the theme after all), But I finally have a limited run of “Rose City Til I Die” prints released for sale.
The reproductions are 6″x12″. mounted on a 1″ wood panel and covered in a thick layer of plastic resin – which protects the piece and gives it a high gloss, glass like appearance. All the hardware is attached so it’s completely ready to hang – no framing necessary. Signed and numbered by me. This is a VERY limited run piece. I’m only making 15 total, and have already had quite a few requests – so these probably won’t last long. Available HERE
I’ll be donating 50% of the proceeds from this edition to the Bald Faced Truth Foundation, a local organization aimed at inspiring joy and growth in area youth through the support of the arts, athletics, and other co-curricular activities. I’ve personally spent quite a bit of time working with kids in schools and shelters – hoping to share my love of art and sports with them. I’m very passionate about the value that cultivating these interests can have on people’s lives.
The Portland Timbers, in conjunction with Alberta Main Street and Art on Alberta, will unveil their new 2013 primary and secondary jerseys on Last Thursday, February 28, 2013. The unveiling will feature an art exhibition, with Timbers inspired art at Alberta Street galleries. I’m super excited about this show, and for the opportunity to paint something in a slightly different vein than my usual work. The army of fans who support the Portland Timbers, in my humble opinion, represent some of the greatest qualities found in this city… well except pity anyway. There ain’t none of that.
The event will take place in 7 galleries along Alberta Street. My own painting will be on display at Talisman gallery at 1476 NE Alberta. If you are interested in pre-sale of the painting please contact me.
I am very very excited about my latest studio project. I’ve been trying to figure out a cheap and easy way to put a divider up between my studio and the rest of the building: One, because sometimes I like to do weird little dances while I paint, and two: because my dog doesn’t recognize the invisible borders of other people’s personal space. Also, he likes to eat trash. And I don’t suppose the other artists in the building especially want to come in to find their garbage partially eaten and otherwise strewn about their studios.
I originally came across this basic idea somewhere online. I did a cheapened version of it, and altered a few things to include stuff I already had around. It only took about 2 hours, and thanks in part to the nearby rebuilding center, I was able to do the whole thing for just around $30.
I’m super excited with how it turned out… and now I am going to go paint and dance around the studio with my dog.
So…. I kind of think alphabet paraphernalia is going a little crazy lately. Maybe it’s a collective mourning of those little stacking blocks and alphabet books we all had as kids – the nostalgia being regurgitated en masse in oh so many clever ways. Oh well. I can’t help being drawn to the idea. Maybe it’s the simplicity? Or my affinity for art that’s meant to be touched (especially by sticky little kid fingers ) Plus, I wanted to make some things that I could stick on the newly magnetized painted walls in my studio.
So, new in the etsy shop: Chunky wooden alphabet magnets. Mounted on lightweight wood blocks and covered in plastic resin . . . so the jelly from those sticky kid fingers will clean off easily.
By popular demand, here’s yet another anecdote revealing more quirks of my sleeping habits / creative hang ups.
It should be explained first of all that I suffered from horrific nightmares growing up. They weren’t standard nightmares about monsters or ghosts, which I was rarely affected by . Rather I was horribly terrified of the contents of my room, specifically every single doll and toy in it. It wasn’t that I was afraid of them in a ‘Chucky” – cursed knife wielding sort of way, or that I dreaded they would chase down my family to a blood spattered conclusion. In fact, nothing much gory happened at all. Mostly the dolls just subtly changed positions all night long, reappearing in in gradually different positions, or getting slowly closer and closer to me every time I opened my eyes. Sometimes their faces would almost unperceptively change shape and their features and limbs would grow slowly, gradually contorting into sinister expressions and disfigurements. This unnerving, endless escalation to nothing petrified me. I would wake up screaming and jump out of bed, only to find that the dolls kept moving and changing and coming closer. This would happen all night long, day after day, so that for a year and a half I never really knew if I was sleeping or awake. It got so bad that my parents took all the toys out of my room and made me see a therapist.
I don’t remember liking her, and with her typical and complete lack of understanding, she once told me to draw the things that scared me, and then tear them up and throw them away. This was by far the stupidest idea my 5 year old self had ever heard. Though the dreams terrified me, I did basically understand that they were only dreams. Drawing something on the other hand made it come to life, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I ended up lying and telling everyone I did it, and then pretended the dreams stopped. Eventually they really did. BUT, I still will never sleep without at least one of my ears covered with a blanket. And I will never ever draw something that I think is scary.
So: A new painting. “The Internal Kind” On display through the month of June for the “Landscape show” at people’s gallery in Portland OR.