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I could read Andrea’s blog for the eye candy alone. She’s an amazing artist and gifted writer. I love her language of colour and composition but I totally crush on it because of posts like this one.
How cool (and brave) of her to post about her process? I’m a complete chickenshit when it comes to sharing anything unfinished, which is why it all stays nicely hidden in my studio behind a closed door. The thought of playing mentor to the masses boggles my mind, but she’s gracious enough to do it. Go check her out.
Ruffles have been inner than in for a few seasons now and I have to say I quite like that and they’re no likely to go away any time soon. Although I do argue that ruffles can go horribly, horribly wrong, I love that they’re being applied to just about everything for a fresher, softer, more romantic look. Everything in moderation, right?
Here are some favourite ruffly things, via etsy. Click the pics to go to the store:
Alright, nevermind the thing I said about moderation. This profusion of ruffles melts my heart:
…as does this one:
…and this one too:
Are you wearing ruffles? What’s your favourite ruffly thing?
Discuss. I’m going to go put ruffles on stuff. Possibly even the dog.
I bought Kelly Rae Roberts’ book, Taking Flight, as a gift from me to me with love a couple of months ago. I don’t usually go for the self-help/warm fuzzy/new agey diy type books this one seemed to be but something made me want it so I toddled on down to Titles to order it and I’m glad I did. Although there is a lot of self-help/warm fuzzy/new agey diying in it there’s also a lot of practical information on the techniques she uses as well as the inspiration she draws from to make her art happen. She also goes off (but not too far off) on a decidedly journalistic bent in getting the stories, techniques and sources of inspiration from 7 other artists and wends everything back to the source in a true feat of storytelling. I don’t know if her editor is super-human or if Kelly herself is just that good but at the end of the day she has produced a wonderful little book about creating around what one knows and how to go about doing it. I’m genuinely happy I have it.
Despite the undeserved scorn for them in the fashion world, their affiliation with pompous twats like Tim Burton (I LOVE YOU TIM BURTON…even if you’re a pompous twat) and neurotic status in decorating…eye ❤ stripes of all stripes.
Mark Wagner uses $1 bills to mess with your head. The mister pointed me in the direction of his oeuvres last night and I haven’t turned back. His works are sometimes overtly and sometimes subtly challenging, but always technically impeccable and visually stunning.
Of his work Wagner says ‘The one dollar bill is the most ubiquitous piece of paper in America. Collage asks the question: what might be done to make it something else? It is a ripe material: intaglio printed on sturdy linen stock, covered in decorative filigree, and steeped in symbolism and concept. Blade and glue transform it-reproducing the effects of tapestries, paints, engravings, mosaics, and computers-striving for something bizarre, beautiful, or unbelievable… the foreign in the familiar.‘
Can you say ‘gestalt’?
Jena’s got a HUGE giveaway of fabulousness in two parts this month and the first one is up right now.
Go check it out and enter to win a whole lot of gorgeous (you could have a lot of presents taken care of with this…if you can resist keeping it for yourself).
Everytime she does this I think how wonderful it must be to have her job…wouldn’t it be like Christmas every month getting all these goodies in from so many talented creators?
The quilts, the stories and the history are some of my favourite bits of cultural inspiration and I think everyone should have the opportunity to learn about them. They’re travelling and in Philedelphia right now so if they wend their way to a venue close to you please go see them. They’re an amazing testament to community, cooperative and diy spirit. You won’t regret it.
Here are a few favourites:
I know, I know. I exploit the son far too much, but he’s such a willing model and this scarf looks so good on him.
This weekend has been lovely so far. Yesterday was our last day at market which is nice but sad to think about. After hounding her for months the farmer’s market co-ordinator has still not given us an answer as to whether or not there’s space there for us through the winter, which is a shame because that’s sort of where we need to be. I think we’ll just show up and be persistent and give her puppy dog eyes until she succumbs. I’ll even bring the puggle if I need to.
Yesterday was also the Arts in the Park event put on by the PAU. It was great to actually meet the lovely, talented and rather foxy Jen of Almost Famous and Lucky Jackson even if she wouldn’t tell me where her blog lives lest I stalk it. I also finally got to shake hands with Victoria of the Victory Art Supplies duo. If you’re an artist and are reading this and need supplies, please visit their shop. It smells like art even before you enter the door and their massive amounts of stock is so well organized for the creative mind it makes me weep. You can’t get that at Michael’s. I was stalked through the day by the delightful and oh-so-pregnant Miz K (yeah, I noticed.) Happily so as I’m rather opportunistically hoping she has fun pics of ‘Zzini & Gracie playing.
It makes me happy that we have such events in our fair city and it was great to so many more than the usual faces represented. Today won’t be quite as exciting – it’s all cleaning the kids’ rooms (which are complete disaster zones) and making spaghetti sauce. For real. Without the assistance of my mum or sister. And it’s going to NOT suck, dammit.
Image courtesy of artchive.com
A whopping 33″ x 44″ print of Aubrey Beardsley’s The Ascension of Saint Rose of Lima has been snubbing its sarcastic little nose at me from its spot in my sister’s hallway since the fateful day a few years ago when my normally equitable thrifter & gifter of a mum brought it to her and to me a(nother) book on Frieda Kahlo. I’m not sure whether it was her failure to recognise it as a Beardsley print, my sister’s then recent interest in furnishing her home with art, spite, or an early onset of senility which caused this grievous error but the print was clearly meant to go to the sister who does recognise & appreciate Beardsley’s work in all of its saucy glory (that sister being me, of course – I’ve had the limerick which goes with that particular illustration off by heart since I was 16 and believe me, it’s a fun one to pull out in mixed company) and the book to the sister who clearly needs to broaden her knowledge of Frieda’s life and who doesn’t already own 3 books on the matter. I’ve been pissing and moaning about this for 3 years. Until now that is. Now it’s in my living room waiting to be hung because I, being the opportunist that I am, saw an opening to cut an underhandedly shadey deal with my sister which landed me the painting and her a bare hallway wall. I have no shame. The print is mine. Mine mine mine mine mine.
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