tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83134810139262583182024-03-13T03:27:43.630-04:00Julita's StudioJulitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-90210767675221302202015-08-12T13:56:00.004-04:002015-08-12T13:56:57.587-04:00I'm back.So much has happened. But I'm back now. Stay tuned.Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-87789373818016031802012-09-06T23:43:00.001-04:002012-09-06T23:43:36.548-04:00Concepting Gemini<br />
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I sometimes get stuck and have to put a piece I'm working on off to the side. I know what I want to do with it, but it still ends up feeling like it needs more. When I figure it out, I pick it up and finish it. Other times I'm so stuck that I give in to the urge to concept the rest of it out digitally because I'm too afraid to take the next step and I need to see what it will look like before I complete it.<br />
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So I ran into this problem with Gemini. I scanned it and fiddled with it in Photoshop and the above is the digital version. I still don't think it looks complete, but it's getting there slowly. Below is a photo of the current state it's in. I got stuck when I tried to paint the stars. No matter what brush I tried to use, and no matter how small the brush was, the stars would come out wonky. I think I've had a long enough break from it. Now it's time to solve the brush problem and get back to work on finishing it.<br />
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I've always scanned the artwork to post on here, but this time I photographed it and found that the color is much more true, including the line work being much more clear. I used my little rinky dink Elph (I think it's like six years old), so this may be a good excuse to upgrade my camera.</div>
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One more of the zodiacs that I completed over the winter. (I'm also using this for an IF post because it fits so perfectly for the topic "carry".) This one was snapped up immediately. Weirdly enough I find that people really identify with these zodiac pieces. (I wonder why?... Actually, no I don't wonder. Everyone has a zodiac, so it's pretty obvious. Goodness gracious, I better not start rambling.)</div>
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I find it really hard to catch the richness of the color and texture in a photo, not just for this piece but also for all my pieces. So I try all sorts of different angles, and it still doesn't quite work. But it does catch those metallic, gold highlights (maybe, I think?). Maybe processing the photos into web compatible files loses some of those details.</div>
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Anyway! Look! Look! The gold is all over the red cloak where the yellow shows!</div>
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And here it's in the headdress! (Sorry the photo's at an angle but I wanted to catch those shimmers.)</div>
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But (hoorah!) you can definitely see it in the water here!</div>
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The blind leading the blind. I'd like to put her in a deep dark forest where the trees are so tall that one can't see the sky.</div>
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I sold this piece last week. It's a bit of an oldie that I kept hidden and recently released into the world. I was surprised when it was snapped up, but now that it is gone I find that it had grown on me and I miss it. I created it a few years ago - it was one of the first pieces I did in ink. I had a love/hate relationship with it for quite a while. I attempted to make different versions of it over the past couple of years, none of which I was happy with. And now that it's gone, I want to make another to replace it. Not exactly the same of course, but... well, something in spirit of the original. </div>
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This last photo shows the teeny, tiny sparkles I added. They're very hard to see even in person, but if you get them under the correct lighting, they show up nicely.<br />
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My first solo show (woohoo!). It runs through June 30th at Euphoria, 57 Orange Street, New Haven, Connecticut. I'm posting this late due to my busy schedule (and as of late, a lack of blogging prowess). There's currently two weeks of arts related activities happening in New Haven; The International Festival of Arts and Ideas, so if you happen to be there for some artsy related happenings, go see my work. I'll post photos of the opening reception in the near future - as schedule allows!<br />
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The invite above shows "Leo" from my zodiac series.Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-83846631294912336512011-10-24T13:43:00.001-04:002011-10-24T13:43:16.361-04:00Busy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a busy summer. That's my excuse for being absent from the blogosphere. Don't get me wrong though, I've attempted to post numerous times. My computer desktop is plastered with saved files of posts I had begun and just didn't have the time to finish. They were ambitious undertakings, consisting of pages upon pages of senseless ramblings, the last one being started (and almost completed) while I was sitting at an airport terminal somewhere in California two weeks ago, waiting for a flight home. I had just spent a rather busy and eventful weekend at <a href="http://www.babytattooville.com/BTVille/Home.html">Baby Tattooville"</a> (the secret yet not so secret art event), and having missed it the previous year I decided not to miss it again. There I was, typing away, when they called my flight to board, and so the file was scrapped to the desktop just like all the previous files.<br />
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So I'm not going to make this post long because I know if I get into the nitty gritty of things this will not get posted. So, here is the itty bitty version of highlights from the past few (ahem) months in sort-of semi-chronological order:<br />
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1. My mother's house got knocked about by a tornado. Well, more like the tornado threw a big tree at it and crushed it here and there. There was a lot of driving involved from my place to her place (lots of back and forth-ness).<br />
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2. Did I mention I moved again? Different state, different time, different planet, etc etc. (well, maybe not different time and planet, but you get the gist).<br />
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3. My (slightly aging) powerhouse of a desktop computer died a smoky death, taking with it many files that I was just too lazy to back up. There was some sizzling involved and lots of burning smells. A giantormous amount of stress ensued. (Data retrieval is imminent on that sucker.)<br />
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4. Screen printing like a mad woman to make cool little giveaways for my friends and also the attendees at Baby Tattooville which were placed in the goodie bags (the prints, not the friends and attendees). I literally was printing till I had to get in the car to head to the airport. The morning of my flight went something like: pack one item, printprintprint, pack another item, printprintprint, and so on. Thanks to my bud Jon the printing all got finished.<br />
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5. Coming back and framing tons of art for an Open Studios exhibit that took place a week ago (and only four days after my arrival from my trip). The whole time I was hacking up a lung having caught some nasty germs on the airplane (those planes are so nasty - breeding grounds for oozy little buggers - can't tell you how many times I've been sick after a flight).<br />
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6. Creating inventory for the online store. (I know, I know. Yes, I've been talking about a store for forever now… but yes there will be a store and it's just around the corner, though some of the inventory did get sold at the exhibit. So it'll be a small store, for a little while anyway.)<br />
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<br />Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-46628818514516756092011-05-22T01:42:00.014-04:002012-07-10T23:49:16.634-04:00Virgo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZIzgVcv_vE3tuYuTpiwQc0OMY748d3PM0n3YCU_X_loyQwkQgZNpVTOpfLpvAMAsXXx56XoSHUkILKKdifE31Mg-r6NRshs0bceV7WQUlwNFc0sEkXAqXWgmnKbXvWEvsMpVd1DD5qk/s1600/virgjj_1v2_2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610341528102684674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZIzgVcv_vE3tuYuTpiwQc0OMY748d3PM0n3YCU_X_loyQwkQgZNpVTOpfLpvAMAsXXx56XoSHUkILKKdifE31Mg-r6NRshs0bceV7WQUlwNFc0sEkXAqXWgmnKbXvWEvsMpVd1DD5qk/s1600/virgjj_1v2_2011.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
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(minus rambling)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sv6d6PAINEmfUPLzN8ct9wo2KM5OD4zd9LrVU0ytzX_cooxFYv7niyGzgww0v5ElQfWeWjufINuCDDJfcfYEopTy3f9f08tWxgsie7-CAePCfWUE7miJqSAS6o6xITtKhVToHSF_ACE/s1600/jj_tat2MF.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sv6d6PAINEmfUPLzN8ct9wo2KM5OD4zd9LrVU0ytzX_cooxFYv7niyGzgww0v5ElQfWeWjufINuCDDJfcfYEopTy3f9f08tWxgsie7-CAePCfWUE7miJqSAS6o6xITtKhVToHSF_ACE/s400/jj_tat2MF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597704999515766082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">So, I sat down to type up this post and started rambling in my usual manner. As I got about half way through I read what I wrote, and it made so little sense (supreme rambling, supreme!) that I had to delete it.</p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Since words (obviously) could not describe the awesomeness I felt when I found out that someone (who had purchased my work) had liked my art so much, that they had to get a tattoo of it (the only one they have), I just decided to post a photo of it (since my rambling couldn't get the point across).</p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">The discovery of this was absolute elation (like winning the lottery, I imagine, or finding treasure in your back yard). I can't put the rest into words. I just can't.</p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Coolness.</p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; ">Cooooooolnesssssss.</p><p></p></div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-15265482854165353332011-04-02T16:21:00.004-04:002011-04-02T16:24:39.303-04:00Comedy for the Cure charity event.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LCKhSuWAIC-4_71qINkyscTOU2OWr6embBHLIcqYtTmeB8R3a43iJDkAESeut25GZ7LxdPVevhBeC9npzC68iYS2g6ow8447BzSKyC925WvZ5Z5f2GUFsZz6A0AtgoWWm8KkrbYx-es/s1600/cftc_LLsoc_logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LCKhSuWAIC-4_71qINkyscTOU2OWr6embBHLIcqYtTmeB8R3a43iJDkAESeut25GZ7LxdPVevhBeC9npzC68iYS2g6ow8447BzSKyC925WvZ5Z5f2GUFsZz6A0AtgoWWm8KkrbYx-es/s400/cftc_LLsoc_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591084268713623954" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I'm honored to have been asked to donate a piece of my artwork for this wonderful charity event's silent auction, which is happening tonight. Besides myself, there will be artwork by artists <a href="http://www.danmccarthy.org/">Dan McCarthy</a> and Sue Porcaro. All money raised will be donated to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. This event is in memory of a little boy named Dillon Wilson who was unfortunate enough to pass away from a rare blood cancer. If you have the time, please take a look at their webpage: <a href="http://dwcomedy.com/">http://dwcomedy.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div>The event takes place annually, so if you can't donate or attend this year, there is always next year (and remember that you can donate anytime to the <a href="http://www.lls.org/">Leukemia and Lymphoma Society</a>).</div><div><br /></div><div>Below is the piece I donated, <a href="http://julitastudio.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-play-witshcraft-and-symbolism.html">At Play</a>. It's archivally framed, floated behind UV glass.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLs3SHDdviXgOoRtFWELtMvJxoum5roTd5bIM5x8SHA8UIDDgmKE-ZWA5fzI1Ea0NB3cXC-9w-GJ50OIvhS-uKUzhbQ-DtBAhgFe4nBE-7btGValgsf7k4C_fGfj6jFpSAPlEtytRQ10/s1600/AP2011Julita.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLs3SHDdviXgOoRtFWELtMvJxoum5roTd5bIM5x8SHA8UIDDgmKE-ZWA5fzI1Ea0NB3cXC-9w-GJ50OIvhS-uKUzhbQ-DtBAhgFe4nBE-7btGValgsf7k4C_fGfj6jFpSAPlEtytRQ10/s400/AP2011Julita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591084273402734610" /></a>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-65174472679988318722011-03-15T19:04:00.001-04:002011-03-15T19:10:32.086-04:00Unfinished business…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjge9GEr5v8_g_TCvhSQBP0z6ua55N_rqvAGFH8T3BsuDw7fZQyltpZ4_FkuOaxrOQUjWmgotikRp2O6MdmHHB_YI4fG9W8UhxWdakeoAy3rC7iXh4bvop4pujfNVb6o7F3XPaVJzwzHXY/s1600/031511_jjwar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjge9GEr5v8_g_TCvhSQBP0z6ua55N_rqvAGFH8T3BsuDw7fZQyltpZ4_FkuOaxrOQUjWmgotikRp2O6MdmHHB_YI4fG9W8UhxWdakeoAy3rC7iXh4bvop4pujfNVb6o7F3XPaVJzwzHXY/s400/031511_jjwar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584447939343744258" /></a><div>I started this larger scale painting of Warship sometime ago (lots ago), and got frustrated with it since I had the brilliant idea of completing it in acrylic (I work mainly in inks and oils). But a few weeks ago I felt the need to pick it up and complete it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here is a progress shot of it. It's come along quite a bit since I last touched it. A bit more to go - and this time I'm not putting it away till I'm finished.</div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-56255302049610924922011-02-05T13:42:00.002-05:002011-02-05T13:46:09.156-05:00Getting back on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUJ-oaB4htKh9JSxB4bibtO6zvSKMRUkSgYzjiIwsVVHX88N8l3mbVE2CmRYcxjH6Tyq0JphIilpwVAsAVYy9rPEbF8pij7NJeafeICN0t1Qwwg7dRLtG_Ej1LNMRrhNZzsyiQDun7po/s1600/11_julitatrees.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUJ-oaB4htKh9JSxB4bibtO6zvSKMRUkSgYzjiIwsVVHX88N8l3mbVE2CmRYcxjH6Tyq0JphIilpwVAsAVYy9rPEbF8pij7NJeafeICN0t1Qwwg7dRLtG_Ej1LNMRrhNZzsyiQDun7po/s400/11_julitatrees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570278027301491874" /></a><br /><div><div>So I see that I have been neglecting this blog much too long. I didn't plan on it. Really I didn't. I guess I just fell off the wagon, and when one falls off the wagon it can sometimes be very hard to get back on (you know how fast wagons go - once they start speeding down that bumpy wagon highway, well, your running self just can't keep up). The truth is that life took over. There were mishaps alongs the way; I moved (once again), became swamped with freelance work, the car broke down once more (remember the lemon?). I also became very ill and multiple doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong. Months of bloodwork tests and a great doctor later, I'm feeling better and getting back on track. So you see, a move and being ill can really derail everything (including the wagon that you're on - those are some serious bumps in the road).</div><div><br /></div><div>But, in the meantime, I was still finding time for creating art. I tried my hand at mosaic (a lot of fun, yet tiring in a strange, slow, fry-my-brain kind of way). I also took a screen printing course and started setting up a make-shift print studio with a buddy of mine. I also have a few other projects I've started up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I plan on being better about posting here since this blog helps me stay on track. I'll try hard. Really. </div><div><br /></div><div>Really.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><i>(I can't believe I've been absent for almost a year!)</i></div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-67271647273570398812010-04-14T03:17:00.002-04:002010-04-14T03:22:09.305-04:00Mumas (moo-mas)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfnqVBdQ-snwSv9ALS6Rc4OLjyw_oCCCJVYSz70nG6nfzr90xmrY2cE-m5G3UYZ5tVms-RosrfaUJfE4RCjYyoVfu5ao1l7CCf6d7jIatWGlQ8Bt86-_2aoMg7wuNyQfUqp_xnF4KTkk/s1600/JUL10_muma1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfnqVBdQ-snwSv9ALS6Rc4OLjyw_oCCCJVYSz70nG6nfzr90xmrY2cE-m5G3UYZ5tVms-RosrfaUJfE4RCjYyoVfu5ao1l7CCf6d7jIatWGlQ8Bt86-_2aoMg7wuNyQfUqp_xnF4KTkk/s400/JUL10_muma1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459889505655780114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">These are the things that live in my head.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkQXPDNQLBv6Q9Uh2zuQSgrZE3BU_ARTa_hvTysFywUCvAunRjBgUPpFRSKUVX47u202yEw52XWJucmuVG2w33I6LFmQY7CEEA0KPACsR43urmTvXW8IuuwCadSsWrS77Tjx6zYe0GXg/s1600/JUL10_muma2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkQXPDNQLBv6Q9Uh2zuQSgrZE3BU_ARTa_hvTysFywUCvAunRjBgUPpFRSKUVX47u202yEw52XWJucmuVG2w33I6LFmQY7CEEA0KPACsR43urmTvXW8IuuwCadSsWrS77Tjx6zYe0GXg/s400/JUL10_muma2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459889494463898274" border="0" /></a><br />There were dark things that lived in the nooks and crannies in my room as a child, and they only came out when I would go to bed at night. I couldn't see them, but I knew they were there. They were faceless and gray, covered in dust and lint, coming and going from dark and desolate places.<br /><br />I would lay as still as possible in the hopes that I would dissolve into the blankets and bedsheets, become one with my pillows, because I knew they were watching.<br /><br />Always watching.<br /><br />Just watching.<br /><br />And as they watched, I'd fall asleep in my frozen state.<br /><br />In the morning my grandmother would come in and find me still in bed, afraid of getting up because there might be a muma under my bed, ready to snake out and grab at my bare foot. She'd look under the bed, swatting the floor underneath with her hand, and cheerfully declare that there wasn't anything under there except dust bunnies as she'd pull one out to show me.<br /><br />I on the other hand knew that those weren't dust bunnies. That was the stuff that the mumas left behind, the stuff that rolled off their gray cloaks.<br /><br />For <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a>: <span style="font-style: italic;">linked.</span> Three linked figures representing my childhood fear of dust bunnies.Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-3632320953463343322010-04-02T01:34:00.003-04:002010-04-02T01:42:30.749-04:00The Rescue (in progress).Still a ways to go, but figured I'd post it anyway.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZ74H7-VpTRkq_6R4Muoe0uTaCuRi1lhYW0uGceFaufeXCeFl3y9pREQPXrk8jkgDh_m9J8Bygr4xa75ww_G7wy79XPNaj6T-giBrr7jd8JVt-YVat_3wOJulAtwbVQq-2u70Yj5n1pM/s1600/740julresc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZ74H7-VpTRkq_6R4Muoe0uTaCuRi1lhYW0uGceFaufeXCeFl3y9pREQPXrk8jkgDh_m9J8Bygr4xa75ww_G7wy79XPNaj6T-giBrr7jd8JVt-YVat_3wOJulAtwbVQq-2u70Yj5n1pM/s400/740julresc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455409869517522418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Close up to show some of the gold detail. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Low light and no flash, so color is a bit skewed.)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y8J8pf0AAKf-l7M15KmnR9lQkJTFfpLOf5FVD6X1MGze4MA4v0EV2Ou11Ww16kdvT3ekJZfspIuRSf15bf6XWQH2p30Y4Qz1b73D6FLM3fKXecroHSnTeGrtSTW2tCtV8gkYt1DPgak/s1600/74julresc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Y8J8pf0AAKf-l7M15KmnR9lQkJTFfpLOf5FVD6X1MGze4MA4v0EV2Ou11Ww16kdvT3ekJZfspIuRSf15bf6XWQH2p30Y4Qz1b73D6FLM3fKXecroHSnTeGrtSTW2tCtV8gkYt1DPgak/s400/74julresc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455409883255577602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In progress scan</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-N-2fUPqNDRm9MthC1JBz4iP7F8EfBCPZwSURFfGOV6fjVuQ6c-1HtvK6hfkvYd6S3wQS8bjlaGyoV7kvNvyQZ39kmsGnYdMjjRnsaJ05p3i_-9xoJVWX3z25mi954AjBCWiEBgq99U/s1600/743julresc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-N-2fUPqNDRm9MthC1JBz4iP7F8EfBCPZwSURFfGOV6fjVuQ6c-1HtvK6hfkvYd6S3wQS8bjlaGyoV7kvNvyQZ39kmsGnYdMjjRnsaJ05p3i_-9xoJVWX3z25mi954AjBCWiEBgq99U/s400/743julresc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455409876792911426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Blackline.</span></i></div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-13299768244272376052010-03-25T18:00:00.005-04:002010-03-25T18:15:08.670-04:00Illustration Friday: Expired<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdTqt1rxy7PviIUOcRUTF-BKL61ete2Us_RJGUeKJJiCg5Gwa-kScHFIqOkEunecyUpsUymTIcKr1FYQCtGLpubsgErG6py5ysbOoY20vL0SHx83QfN66uAok0c5awrNo8SYH16-jrI0/s1600/clifexpir_72dpi3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdTqt1rxy7PviIUOcRUTF-BKL61ete2Us_RJGUeKJJiCg5Gwa-kScHFIqOkEunecyUpsUymTIcKr1FYQCtGLpubsgErG6py5ysbOoY20vL0SHx83QfN66uAok0c5awrNo8SYH16-jrI0/s400/clifexpir_72dpi3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452698300713953986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The sketch after it was scanned and the line-work darkened.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ready for transfer to a larger surface.</span></i></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyhWhzMLAR8rXAcxtpyRNKbxvMsNT-cIe1_2ffqkFJtGrfJzcaJh2Rahh5B7hQa6GFyRVQAD-RXx35ZoWAXCFb8rRs0dgzj_N4BmzEXF4ku3tIN81gqpvh7jP-SOIAt5DQuvXr1NGir8/s1600/jul10snapexpir.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyhWhzMLAR8rXAcxtpyRNKbxvMsNT-cIe1_2ffqkFJtGrfJzcaJh2Rahh5B7hQa6GFyRVQAD-RXx35ZoWAXCFb8rRs0dgzj_N4BmzEXF4ku3tIN81gqpvh7jP-SOIAt5DQuvXr1NGir8/s400/jul10snapexpir.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452695736770174946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Snapshot taken with my rinky-dink camera.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I figured I'd better post this now or it would never make it into this week's <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a>. I haven't done an IF post in over three months (look at me talking like I've done <i>sooo</i> many of these when I've only done one before). Plus I figured that since I'm such an absentee blogger.... well, you get the gist.</div><div><br /></div><div>I actually drew this for <i>Expired</i> thinking I would sketch it so small, and so simple, that I could complete and create a color version all in the span of a few days. Of course, I didn't consider my schedule of many, many other important things that I had to accomplish this week, nor the fact that my right shoulder was still trying to heal up and that any movement within the length of my arm, including the hand, would just set me back another day of being an invalid (more on this shoulder nonsense in another post since I know how much <i>all</i> of you enjoy hearing about my misfortunes). </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I fell into the same pit I always do. I started on a small, scrap-sized piece of paper. This not being adequate enough (I had no room to think for goodness sake!), I moved up to my medium sized 6" x 9" sketch book, making a huge jumbled mess of useless sketches. I then realized that I needed even more room to think, so I moved up another size to my 12" x 12" book. Gah! </div><div><br /></div><div>Gah!</div><div><br /></div><div>And I still thought I could complete a stained and colored version (still disregarding the ever-all-important to-do list).</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I had to give in to the more important things. One has to be an adult sometimes - really - <i>sometimes</i>. (I mean, you can't be an adult all the time because then life would be really boring. How droll.) </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm actually really excited about this sketch.... so many ideas for this running through my noggin. This was pretty dark stuff coming out of my head (so dark it was blinding! hehe ( ....ok... that was cheesy)).</div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-58007639524283998042010-03-02T23:49:00.005-05:002010-03-03T00:01:06.057-05:00Goodbye studio.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio78EwCEQ-PTkfOmG-NDe2geyPNYBPT75t2muiDU8Nks884sywZpMnKG-iokdethJQUkwx8oQJUYnT-rDtcV1qpT-buuY3iD51Z-H5dWWkoKzvdvcGWtmqnlQExBh3BYON0-456Bq617c/s1600-h/julstudfeb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio78EwCEQ-PTkfOmG-NDe2geyPNYBPT75t2muiDU8Nks884sywZpMnKG-iokdethJQUkwx8oQJUYnT-rDtcV1qpT-buuY3iD51Z-H5dWWkoKzvdvcGWtmqnlQExBh3BYON0-456Bq617c/s400/julstudfeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444265531497552290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My studio on the last day</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Most of February I spent packing all my worldly possessions that I had stowed away in my studio (more like strewn about my studio), and began cramming them into my tiny car. It was a great many trips to and fro. I would squeeze about six boxes into my car and some loose items and that would make one full load. I would need many hands to count the amount of trips I took.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm tired of moving. Reaaally, reaaally tired.</div><div>(I'm doing this to myself, aren't I? So I really should quit complaining.)</div><div><br /></div><div>The final week of moving was sabotaged by bad weather. The day before I was to be fully out of the place, it looked like this:</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODkZvPXiytoPuBYj3ZYae1eQl9t4AR92Uv7mcD5sa98Mzc_uX4q4qcc9usQkqt3xtyYhhvQipb1_BZVNL_B9wqEY4WgimUtObIO5XICUIfsMqknvxyTkbkB3rDf7A88mZ9jkK1eMp84k/s1600-h/julwintfeb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODkZvPXiytoPuBYj3ZYae1eQl9t4AR92Uv7mcD5sa98Mzc_uX4q4qcc9usQkqt3xtyYhhvQipb1_BZVNL_B9wqEY4WgimUtObIO5XICUIfsMqknvxyTkbkB3rDf7A88mZ9jkK1eMp84k/s400/julwintfeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444265535995279394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is not picturesque, or New England-y. </span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is crappadoodle for drivers</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So. Didn't do much art during the month-long move. But, I did work on getting my taxes prepped and ready, took Preston to the dentist (oh how traumatic! for me anyway! listening to a yowling cat in the car while maneuvering snowy, slushy streets), and started on a freelance project (I think there were a few drooling, catatonic states dispersed in there somewhere).</div><div><br /></div><div>Wait, wait... I did do some art... I finished five drawings.... (see, I can barely remember that I did this, much less when, and how).</div><div><br /></div><div>Crazy friggin month that February. Hey, at least I made it a full year in the studio (that's longer than the last two places I lived in).</div></div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-46550035265656706762010-02-04T00:12:00.002-05:002010-02-04T00:13:44.872-05:00Zodiac update.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXzwlIzXuhVEI0BEoSGlMPLo5Jp_2C6utcnUFvCi8Q0YZWdC-XrYI1Y-i_bOuqG3Tajx5EeK-o4PACJ3Q9AaDr_6fYjVviX0__lirZ2aPg4TTy-La36urasGV86r0nSI40_UUJ6bRk6M/s1600-h/jul09gem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXzwlIzXuhVEI0BEoSGlMPLo5Jp_2C6utcnUFvCi8Q0YZWdC-XrYI1Y-i_bOuqG3Tajx5EeK-o4PACJ3Q9AaDr_6fYjVviX0__lirZ2aPg4TTy-La36urasGV86r0nSI40_UUJ6bRk6M/s400/jul09gem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434252013320146802" border="0" /></a><br />A few of the zodiac pieces are finished. Some that I have started I completely scrapped, and I'm planning on revising the drawings for those (woooo, I get to stain paper again...wooooo). I'm wondering if I should wait till I have all of them completed before posting them here, but at the same time, it may be fun to just post them. Hmmm. Not sure. Hmmm. Well, I've at least posted the revised sketch for Gemini. Actually, I completely scrapped the old sketch and came up with a whole new fancy one. (I just can't keep things simple.)<br /><br />I'm keeping this post short, not because I don't have anything to write about, but quite the opposite. I could tell a great new story about the lemon, but I won't because then I would be up all night trying to compose it. There would be a crazy hurricaney snowstorm, and a whole part about being stranded, and then another part about being stranded again for a completely different reason (it all has to do with the lemon, yes it does). It would be quite an exciting story, but much too long to recount (at this late hour). So a picture of a sketch will just have to do for this post.Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-70103147023127765442010-01-19T02:00:00.002-05:002010-01-19T02:07:59.970-05:00No picture. Not today. Nope.No pic today. I haven't done a "no pic" post in a long time. So without further ado:<br /><br />No picture! Ta Daaa!<br /><br />So, thank you all for giving me a kick in the ass regarding that last post. I have to say, between emails, texts, Facebook messages, a few posts here, and contacts from out of the blue...<br /><br />I hear YOU ALL. Loud and clear. I mean, my bum hurts. From your kicking! ;0D<br /><br />(Oh look, an emoticon, on my blog, how'd that get here? How inappropriate!)<br /><br />Well. The holidays have come and gone. I'm not sad to see them go. Preston is doing very well. He's had his million dollar treatment and now he has turned into a semi-calm, fluffy, ball of fuzz. The stress of my cat being sick really got me into a downer, and I fell into a puddle of stress and constant worry. As soon as that was over, some freelance work appeared out of nowhere, and that is where I have been all this time: worriedly busy, or busily worried (not sure what I'm trying to say here, but I hope I got it across).<br /><br />I've also decided to quit my studio (that sounds very British "quit my studio"), or dispose of it, release it, etc. As spaces on my studio floor have been rented out, it's become much noisier, and I miss the quiet solitude of the building. It was so still and silent, that the air was almost heavy with it (but not quite). It was the perfect place to hunker down and work. My other reasons for quitting the place: it's absolutely freezing right now, and the electric heat does not warm a single molecule in that cavernous space,<span style="font-style: italic;"> and</span> over the summer, the heat killed my plants! One by one! That was more upsetting than anything else. I love plants!<br /><br />I'm having a tough time concentrating right now. I brought my speakers home from the studio and hooked them up to the computer. Instead of causing pleasure to my eardrums, they're making mishy-mashy noise. They're picking up a radio signal, and as I'm trying to listen to Brian Eno while I'm typing this (you, know, trying to stay relaxed yet in the moment), I'm hearing Michael Jackson's slightly squeaky voice shouting out... Beat it. Just beat it. No one wants to be defeated...<br /><br />It's really hard to focus. It really is.Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-51701988158715357012009-12-21T20:48:00.006-05:002009-12-21T21:59:59.520-05:00Queen of procrastination. It is I.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMC40My_IKNgJ85J2vS92T6FZURspRL158WIPCA003eBGu0FKV5WwDpZNm719fEm7pB15AySSJbqPfH8W0l182FQr18QVXO1uZdzmgZ_yKeeS-TfhbT-uYBOS7B50NZfPJ6QfVassT4M/s1600-h/jul09_entglclr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMC40My_IKNgJ85J2vS92T6FZURspRL158WIPCA003eBGu0FKV5WwDpZNm719fEm7pB15AySSJbqPfH8W0l182FQr18QVXO1uZdzmgZ_yKeeS-TfhbT-uYBOS7B50NZfPJ6QfVassT4M/s400/jul09_entglclr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417887345262532834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Entangled 5" x 7" </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Experiment in color - ink on Aquabord.) </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Finished? Or still in progress? - Not sure yet. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I think it's done, but then, not really... hmmm.)</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>I must be the queen of procrastination. I really should open that Etsy shop I've I talked about going on forever now. The only reason is that I'm hoping that it might somehow help pay down the massive vet bill my cat's accumulated, even if it's just a little bit. Not only did he have a thyroid issue (in which meds only made him sicker), but he got a hold of a fern which caused him to be rushed to kitty ER. Plant recovery went great, but the thyroid treatment turned him into a mini Chernobyl so he's quarantined at the moment. I went to visit him today and I swear his radioactivity caused havoc with my cellphone. (Or maybe not. Maybe it was just my phone being wanky on its own.) </div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah, queen of procrastination has to get her ass in gear. Boohoo me. Blog procrastination, email procrastination, makeanEtsystore procrastination. Where have my priorities gone to? I mean REALLLLY! You'd think an unemployed person like myself would be on top of that Etsy store like beans on a burrito... yeah (wait...beans in a burrito? No... wait... gahhhh!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Prestoid's bill is in the thousands ($$$ $$$$ $$$$$.... HOLY CRAPCAKES Batman!) Etsy store may be a good something to try.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm just a big chicken. Big chicken to open the store. I think about things too much, my brain in overdrive. <i>What should I sell?... what if no one buys anything?... OHhh the disappointment... I wouldn't be able to live with myself... woe is me... blablahblah....</i> oh how overdramatic. Do others have this problem?</div><div><br /></div><div>eBay, on the other hand, has been treating me well. Go eBay! (themonopolyofonlineauctions! I didn't say that! andgiddycollectorofmonstrousfees!) Oh how I love thee at the moment!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I also decided I will not reread my (in progress) blog posts more than (an additional) 1 time before posting (I will try reallly reallllly hard). In the hopes that it will make me write more, because I feel much better after I do. Yes. Mhhmmm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay then.... </div><div><br /></div><div>1 time. There I did it!</div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-90293136390195531012009-11-30T00:37:00.006-05:002009-11-30T01:01:43.511-05:00Illustration Friday: Entangled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOcZnCrmYewXgt9pU5Bkqmzbcdzv7cWavt0c2Ne9kZiD7_RVodSxD5WdRv7DClN4C79jjgc3EdPmKcZzDU3juf1GnsEa6r_awtZOU4hlsxGL4w_LcDP7n_3XcMZZypEH33te1hR0jC0E/s1600/jul09entngld.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOcZnCrmYewXgt9pU5Bkqmzbcdzv7cWavt0c2Ne9kZiD7_RVodSxD5WdRv7DClN4C79jjgc3EdPmKcZzDU3juf1GnsEa6r_awtZOU4hlsxGL4w_LcDP7n_3XcMZZypEH33te1hR0jC0E/s400/jul09entngld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409767940173554130" /></a><br /><i>Entangled.</i> The word made me think of hair. Lots of hair. Lots of hair in a snarly mess. My hair in a snarly mess. Hair. Hairhairhair. So I began with hair.<div><br /></div><div>I sketched a form with hair flowing up and beyond, snaking into the branches of a tree, and then I stopped. Too literal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flipped to another blank page and got lost. This hair was not entangled. It was flowing smooth, in a breeze, over an ocean. A lost thought. A memory. An entanglement in a romance lost in time. </div><div><br /></div><div>And it was just a tiny sketch. But now I see it in color. And color it must be. </div><div><br /></div><div>Another piece to a growing pile.</div><div> </div><div>BUT! </div><div><br /></div><div>Look at this, this could be <i>entangled</i> too!...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCmlU5GEyy-F0vfFsnw4-m2pcIHU_qJ7txtLZkHcoqdZIIUBk6dNY41pimGuUIUGedVyYwgat7gtEf-VTQbhXo9mdWni1u92P6Q7W9fykLL87_88QZa5BMVbNQ31FvZLTqujKzMGz07Y/s1600/jul09trblathm01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCmlU5GEyy-F0vfFsnw4-m2pcIHU_qJ7txtLZkHcoqdZIIUBk6dNY41pimGuUIUGedVyYwgat7gtEf-VTQbhXo9mdWni1u92P6Q7W9fykLL87_88QZa5BMVbNQ31FvZLTqujKzMGz07Y/s400/jul09trblathm01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409767945617171186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Trouble At Home</span></i></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ink on stained paper. 4"x6"</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV14cYKyT_Uh6-PJd3xNxT0bXI0MwZwUt1Pb9OTlbcBwgh2kKFW1mBsPvzcwzxMzCTaS125Lqp-X7rzyWJlnvHpV-kSusuaS_HGYLawevhmeO87orSjzvYsDscotc3YvaDmXDEsY26FWY/s1600/jul09trblathm02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV14cYKyT_Uh6-PJd3xNxT0bXI0MwZwUt1Pb9OTlbcBwgh2kKFW1mBsPvzcwzxMzCTaS125Lqp-X7rzyWJlnvHpV-kSusuaS_HGYLawevhmeO87orSjzvYsDscotc3YvaDmXDEsY26FWY/s400/jul09trblathm02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409767948100957218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Detail. (I like this little dude.)</span></div><br />So this is my first official post for <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/index.php">Illustration Friday.</a> (Hi! I'm a newbie to this Friday thing.) But I actually created this second piece a few weeks ago for IF's <i>unbalanced</i> and never got a chance to post it (due to a stressful week with an extremely ill cat). </div><div><br />How fitting that something unbalanced can be entangled too.</div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-30069762654054100422009-11-14T23:56:00.006-05:002009-11-15T00:07:52.013-05:00Restless with sleepies.Want to go to bed, but am really not so tired, yet restless enough that I know I could sleep.<br /><br />Hmm, that didn't make much sense did it?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(WARNING: Dull paragraph ahead.)</span> Figured I could at least post something since I haven't done so in a week. I'm terrible at it, I know. I have oodles of ideas for posts, and oodles of photos that I take throughout the week, and lots of little art things I work on, so one would think I could at least get a photo up on here. I do know what it is though that makes me not want to post, it's two things in particular. <span style="font-weight: bold;">One:</span> I worked for nine years, day in and day out, in front of a computer and honestly I really could care less about using one anymore. The only thing I can compare it to, for instance, is if one ate the same meal over and over everyday for that many years. I bet one would be sick of that meal (though, I guess, you'd still have to eat, and once you were released from the monotony you would have a variety of choices when it came to food, but a computer is a computer, it's not like the brand makes a difference.... well, you get the point. I'm rambling aren't I?). <span style="font-weight: bold;">And two:</span> I am a perfectionist, or rather liken myself to one, which becomes a problem when typing up a post, because once I type it up I end up rereading it, and editing it, and rereading it, and editing it, about, ohhh, five times, sometimes more, which ends up taking hours. Really. Hours. I'm lucky if I get it done under three. And then the photos! OH the PHOTOS! I usually take pics in crappy conditions - bad lighting, no flash (flash is evil! bad flash! bad!) so I spend another hour or so adjusting this or that in Photoshop, and well, it just takes a long time. <span style="font-style: italic;">(End dull paragraph.)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiTFne7CdXlvFfIWlBzyyPn1r6Fg-7lp_CaYTw79utU6La0EKhYXykD3bw9h0H80tB52k4_BOIjrboEoxI32GwHq8OYZtLqZZdsBNyKGXBRU6Wn2C6-attyENzkaDKIqaeoiQ-E_zEhk/s1600-h/julbasme09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiTFne7CdXlvFfIWlBzyyPn1r6Fg-7lp_CaYTw79utU6La0EKhYXykD3bw9h0H80tB52k4_BOIjrboEoxI32GwHq8OYZtLqZZdsBNyKGXBRU6Wn2C6-attyENzkaDKIqaeoiQ-E_zEhk/s400/julbasme09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190197768866674" border="0" /></a><br />Well, now that I've babbled on about nothing in particular.... here's a photo of me in front of a Gary Baseman painting at the <span style="font-style: italic;">True Self</span> exhibit at <a href="http://jonathanlevinegallery.com/">Jonathan LeVine Gallery</a>, which was a group show curated by Baseman himself. Not much to say about it (the show) since I was not blown away by much of the artwork on display. Except for a small handful of exceptional pieces, the show fell flat for me. To state this here, means that I was more than a bit disappointed. Plus, the day of the opening was ooky with rain, and walking around NYC in a downpour really put the rotty cherry on the moldy cake. (Okay, maybe I'm making it sound worse than it was, but, oh nevermind...) The redemption that day was a stop at Max Brenner's Chocolate Emporium for some chocolatey goodness with my bud Jon. It was yummylicious good.<br /><br />Alright! There <span style="font-style: italic;">were</span> some wonderful things to see at the exhibit. Two favorites...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKStndKnuUPhJY4D6_EZh2BRfdGZSc4nsLVdThR7pvZd6xlo6xomJCplckGgwhdGcEibERg08cCmM66h9zvWPuxoCHvtMn40ZvTsdDEqm-WUG5uGBtU_EQwfP6NYzCaiT_s0nFcz_Oyo/s1600-h/jul_ryan09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKStndKnuUPhJY4D6_EZh2BRfdGZSc4nsLVdThR7pvZd6xlo6xomJCplckGgwhdGcEibERg08cCmM66h9zvWPuxoCHvtMn40ZvTsdDEqm-WUG5uGBtU_EQwfP6NYzCaiT_s0nFcz_Oyo/s400/jul_ryan09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190353093859138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Gretchen Ryan's <span style="font-style: italic;">Self Portrait as a Different Girl<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphna0pSoK5rY29cTLVqWO3EYl_dokEQtYn8jy0gJfm6eGKSew1T4CSi6xS7gRJragIBstaI3UknRgTbszK5Gg6YDsjNZpPkOYUVY3UXAL6krB0oqcdxSVpy23Hi9PCGfl721Vd9GXAwA/s1600-h/jul_coop_09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphna0pSoK5rY29cTLVqWO3EYl_dokEQtYn8jy0gJfm6eGKSew1T4CSi6xS7gRJragIBstaI3UknRgTbszK5Gg6YDsjNZpPkOYUVY3UXAL6krB0oqcdxSVpy23Hi9PCGfl721Vd9GXAwA/s400/jul_coop_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190351331764578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Dave Cooper's <span style="font-style: italic;">Jelly Dong</span><br /></span></div><br />Oh wait... here's (another) photo of Gary Baseman and I! Now where did this come from? (Oh look, I think I can see up my nose! Way to use the zoom Jon! Hehe.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEg4gQGl1_zxiyLKDP3bwwcYRTHRa515RxVE-xZFCHzo7cfs2UxylkI8xY_GziDb810csdV8j4D0uBQT4hUZVrIduLULvH-Kt3rNzYfLypgr7yS-6hshEC6k6WkMgx2eyUDubqyZIsGc/s1600-h/julbasme09_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEg4gQGl1_zxiyLKDP3bwwcYRTHRa515RxVE-xZFCHzo7cfs2UxylkI8xY_GziDb810csdV8j4D0uBQT4hUZVrIduLULvH-Kt3rNzYfLypgr7yS-6hshEC6k6WkMgx2eyUDubqyZIsGc/s400/julbasme09_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190205087012962" border="0" /></a>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-31563418544690890932009-11-07T00:55:00.004-05:002009-11-07T01:26:52.863-05:00Finito!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Msfn7dgiyELbpzStjcYvFZKdYKJR1-tyXk7dlZhe-5XZyzuJCdqwa6vbUlpfTH8D9_JJdYVMD_zbYdGiEY8bS7tt1JcSvKIG4TmGPh-nkSXpg-BBHGdMNu6QCSGC4kttB2xaX4Uw8ZM/s1600-h/09julmasccblg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Msfn7dgiyELbpzStjcYvFZKdYKJR1-tyXk7dlZhe-5XZyzuJCdqwa6vbUlpfTH8D9_JJdYVMD_zbYdGiEY8bS7tt1JcSvKIG4TmGPh-nkSXpg-BBHGdMNu6QCSGC4kttB2xaX4Uw8ZM/s400/09julmasccblg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401241002182971986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">India ink & acrylic ink with gold </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">details on tea stained paper 7.5" x 10"</span><br /></span></div><br />I finished her. Last week. And then I didn't know what to name her, so I didn't. She was my mind's holiday flair. I don't like the word "holiday" - I'm not sure why. So let's say, she was inspired by the festivities to come in wintertime. Which makes me think of the winter solstice, and solstice trees, and absolutely nothing to do with the materialistic silliness that takes place in this country (among others). And then I thought, "Oooo, she's like an absinth fairy, but with feathery wings". (I'm not sure where I'm going with this thought process.)<br /><br />I think this little piece was more about the composition than experimentation with color, and also line work. I enjoy playing with the lines, in this case in the wings and the lower part of the image.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF871587vDM8xDXMdwl_0pBz_GjHCMTEjiW69ecsvtdC-iYhs3bILjb1ig1ICgh6tq_Cetn07fjdPRC4mXK0GG7rc76-qlvKns6UAT7d_m8JK1EZOx65ZGNJZyFZJmmTj4bU4wLH_zGQ/s1600-h/jul09im02gld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF871587vDM8xDXMdwl_0pBz_GjHCMTEjiW69ecsvtdC-iYhs3bILjb1ig1ICgh6tq_Cetn07fjdPRC4mXK0GG7rc76-qlvKns6UAT7d_m8JK1EZOx65ZGNJZyFZJmmTj4bU4wLH_zGQ/s400/jul09im02gld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401240910808853234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo shot in low light to show gold detailing in<br />hair and dress (right below the elbow, see the little shimmers?)</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi652QCiQozo0494F_Unoq1Y4JNBnIL7rWI_ueNrWjilMVn-wWF2yLkoQ4NwrYiq_3pTjT2Zb5BMWCr8pwSkaT0Aoc8OvGF4qqfAD-QW73CNAs-zAEBq59EEXHxG8xcDJ_6gyQDm3Drdk8/s1600-h/jul09im03wng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi652QCiQozo0494F_Unoq1Y4JNBnIL7rWI_ueNrWjilMVn-wWF2yLkoQ4NwrYiq_3pTjT2Zb5BMWCr8pwSkaT0Aoc8OvGF4qqfAD-QW73CNAs-zAEBq59EEXHxG8xcDJ_6gyQDm3Drdk8/s400/jul09im03wng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401240903387250322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Wing detail.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">BTW - this post is dedicated to Aaron who told me today that I don't post enough finished work, and that I don't post enough in general. Thank you Aaron for being so observant. I promise to try and do better. <span style="font-size:85%;">(I think.)</span><br /></span></div></div>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-17397551717966661162009-10-24T01:00:00.004-04:002009-11-19T12:14:44.062-05:00What's the world coming to?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEZ5xlZIFzWIpvRO1rOiD27Gml0mCdpvExTBEGaj0_mP3AZn6npuobCgti_gF90vNJJV23K1lsNeMXgshU_alOcoaNpSTyV285pFeuUzRjbEo1LhvRmgluEybTTwdNtgbWzspHAIPCw0/s1600-h/jul09hollx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEZ5xlZIFzWIpvRO1rOiD27Gml0mCdpvExTBEGaj0_mP3AZn6npuobCgti_gF90vNJJV23K1lsNeMXgshU_alOcoaNpSTyV285pFeuUzRjbEo1LhvRmgluEybTTwdNtgbWzspHAIPCw0/s400/jul09hollx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396027080675169410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Current piece in process.<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">So I found out yesterday that my fuzzy ninja, Preston (that's the kitty), has a thyroid disorder, which means he needs to go on meds and has to have bunches of tests and oodles of other medical procedures. To raise money for all this I decided that I'm going to sell some of my belongings. As I was prepping boxes for packing I realized I had no packing tape. I turned my studio upside down looking for some, making it an even bigger mess than it already was (and believe me, it <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> a mess, a big one). Oh, I found all sorts of tape; scotch tape, painter's tape, paper tape, electrical tape, masking tape, duct tape, but no packing tape. Nooooooo. Why would I have packing tape?! I mean really? Who really needs that stuff? (I'm being facetious here.) Seriously though, I should open a tape dispensary. So today I trekked to the pharmacy (a CVS) around the corner to get some of this elusive tape. I knew I'd get ripped off, but I couldn't bring myself to get in my car and drive to a Home Depot (not worth the gas). So there I am, standing in front the extremely limited choices, gaping at the prices and asking no one in particular "Are you serious?" $8.19 for <span style="font-style: italic;">one</span> small roll (meaning it's not the large chunky roll), or, get this, 2 small non-chunky rolls (exactly the same as the other), packaged together for $8.99. Which one do you think I chose? It was a rip-off either way, but I figured for an extra 80 cents I really got the best of them. Take that you crummy CVS! So I go up to the counter to check out, and as the girl begins to ring everything up her cell phone rings. And guess what? She answers it and proceeds to have a conversation with the person on the other end. Do I need to say more? I mean really? Reeeeally? What <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> the world coming to?</span>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313481013926258318.post-81813427305870380652009-10-19T22:59:00.024-04:002009-10-20T01:00:34.532-04:00Baby Tattooville '09A little late with posting about this event/trip, but nonetheless, here are some photos from this year's <a href="http://www.babytattooville.com/BTVille/Home.html">Baby Tattooville</a> that took place at the Mission Inn in Riverside, CA. Last year was pretty cool, but this year was even better - not to mention the fabulous weather, it really was a bummer coming back to cold New England afterward.<br /><br />The Mission Inn (because one can never take enough photos of it):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ABPU3zNfM4dN6i8DyFq60ZeTyPTdtWjut26l2E79vEuhISvf-eWq1jzNPltJY1Lbd1sBRXx9vdv0rfAxO3LBYhQeAD7xx2CH878oDTKTyRdJHWdfjDqmYKf4sWCP2_zbhas1Vh6y7q0/s1600-h/jul09micourt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ABPU3zNfM4dN6i8DyFq60ZeTyPTdtWjut26l2E79vEuhISvf-eWq1jzNPltJY1Lbd1sBRXx9vdv0rfAxO3LBYhQeAD7xx2CH878oDTKTyRdJHWdfjDqmYKf4sWCP2_zbhas1Vh6y7q0/s400/jul09micourt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517743020015458" border="0" /></a><br />The view from one of the rooftop courtyards (btw - that's the domiest dome I've ever seen):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLGpUxp27MSb5EGgv2pGhNau8CQB6b-61o-uflsGl4ukAOKjvYVcl27mypIBlYrQ5adEIB-wgYUy2Jh7hIj7urLgHhpGkgvERjHydrM4CmkwhzpTr9VnSajxWK2CM1SYkiXBcHwfQn0w/s1600-h/jul09midome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLGpUxp27MSb5EGgv2pGhNau8CQB6b-61o-uflsGl4ukAOKjvYVcl27mypIBlYrQ5adEIB-wgYUy2Jh7hIj7urLgHhpGkgvERjHydrM4CmkwhzpTr9VnSajxWK2CM1SYkiXBcHwfQn0w/s400/jul09midome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394518178162243458" border="0" /></a><br />The first evening began with some Mexican fare at a local restaurant, and the beginning of the Artist Jam. Some of the artists in front of the blank canvas:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAntJbTSXTEsgsS0cKCRM27c-jdxtwR5gm18NlsfitXPPbDWnz3UWgTtgb-Z0ZOdKGIWxmcmg5riemAYE4jusk3sXAvAYzcZcVSa1D-mNM_wSl4vkMCdH-4ZmpMPeuhB8-sNCT9d5Jts/s1600-h/jul09artists.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAntJbTSXTEsgsS0cKCRM27c-jdxtwR5gm18NlsfitXPPbDWnz3UWgTtgb-Z0ZOdKGIWxmcmg5riemAYE4jusk3sXAvAYzcZcVSa1D-mNM_wSl4vkMCdH-4ZmpMPeuhB8-sNCT9d5Jts/s400/jul09artists.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394518909092978098" border="0" /></a><br />L to R - Yoskay Yamamoto, Greg "Craola" Simkins, Buff Monster, Johnny Rodriguez aka KMNDZ, James Gurney, Travis Louie, and Liz McGrath. Nonetheless this was an artist-ful extravaganza, with Miss Mindy, Audrey Kawasaki, Molly Crabapple, Michael Hussar, Tim Biskup, Tara McPherson, Gary Baseman, KRK Ryden, and oodles of other artists showing up throughout the weekend.<br /><br />The evening continued with <span style="font-style: italic;">Son of Baby Tattooville</span>, an exhibit at the Riverside Art Museum featuring work by this year's participating artists. My fave piece, a Yoskay Yamamoto:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-Q0OUtA3EQFdukoYDu8MVqOCH718mfSGTHdwduBD2wPasqrHdypRTWVtqkbVrS7fjRT6IWUT0nqBJaLs5sCHpdW9tfOH_x5MwG5pkmYkHdebfsBBtj0WLbzC8CsdxhTNuycjp5lbEyM/s1600-h/jul09yoskay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-Q0OUtA3EQFdukoYDu8MVqOCH718mfSGTHdwduBD2wPasqrHdypRTWVtqkbVrS7fjRT6IWUT0nqBJaLs5sCHpdW9tfOH_x5MwG5pkmYkHdebfsBBtj0WLbzC8CsdxhTNuycjp5lbEyM/s400/jul09yoskay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394526987935197778" border="0" /></a><br />Then it was time for <a href="http://www.drsketchy.com/">Dr. Sketchy's Anti Art School</a>. Look, that's me sketching! (Photo courtesy of <a href="http://arrestedmotion.com/">Arrested Motion</a>):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGrFmqsG-s6xox_dFfhZx_PdmkC0OBv7fLjorOIfa8gRsDP2Cxy4RVv8WEW5yqxjEqO9YUkPOvK2ujpZrijxc6Obwu7F4QbEixSIYC5RsS5O0qGUERMNMgT1juM4P8IpFDIRwwhYOlwA/s1600-h/jul09draw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGrFmqsG-s6xox_dFfhZx_PdmkC0OBv7fLjorOIfa8gRsDP2Cxy4RVv8WEW5yqxjEqO9YUkPOvK2ujpZrijxc6Obwu7F4QbEixSIYC5RsS5O0qGUERMNMgT1juM4P8IpFDIRwwhYOlwA/s400/jul09draw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394536881479819138" border="0" /></a><br />Sometime during the course of the weekend, mysterious, creepy doll parts began appearing in attendees and artists' rooms. All included a mysterious note, which in turn led to a Saturday night scavenger hunt that began in the Inn's catacombs (Yes, catacombs. Real catacombs, which had been closed off to the public a long time ago, but were mysteriously opened up for us). My doll head and note:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQKpqp7BgAHCiSkG4D5gyvJhA4-FFog0_Kk1fg4Nfb2zYpXEqA2eSaE2wJjls9BtZS8_RO92P_hyphenhyphenTo9pVqCoSJtbIcG8b23OIpL7VDbvRajxeuxmX5PKR7pTbNmhgqzLDPFrwqkgDyVg/s1600-h/jul09head.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQKpqp7BgAHCiSkG4D5gyvJhA4-FFog0_Kk1fg4Nfb2zYpXEqA2eSaE2wJjls9BtZS8_RO92P_hyphenhyphenTo9pVqCoSJtbIcG8b23OIpL7VDbvRajxeuxmX5PKR7pTbNmhgqzLDPFrwqkgDyVg/s400/jul09head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394524099813493106" border="0" /></a><br />Someone (Sarah) found a whole doll sitting in her room (which she found extremely creepy):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCwowV8XSIOBcq2z8lBKpeUFhpqtOt6tDhMXUzMeizafswYTvjGUc-OmiOg1bd2S4E8Yn_-IEN1UYokpAEOqiAnEOkKz0iFiuXSHAresh643zG0Kx6tnMwvCRqLh83NNDxDOS4sPs9ws/s1600-h/jul09doll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCwowV8XSIOBcq2z8lBKpeUFhpqtOt6tDhMXUzMeizafswYTvjGUc-OmiOg1bd2S4E8Yn_-IEN1UYokpAEOqiAnEOkKz0iFiuXSHAresh643zG0Kx6tnMwvCRqLh83NNDxDOS4sPs9ws/s400/jul09doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394524560236064930" border="0" /></a><br />The hunt split us off into groups and had us roaming the old hotel throughout the evening (someone in our group tried to climb a roof in an attempt to break into a room just to get a clue, and security was dispatched as we all scattered to hide). Here one of us is "icing" a clue (which was a hoot as the first attempt included filling a whole plastic bag with ice and dunking the paper in it, which did nothing except make a ridiculous mess):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XTN2174VNKlPkNwDGdaF0NCUUcyVz4GG67Yuxa1MA_9MgHgysaqoVbhRFWWxHR-dI9Uy4892xfPUvgnkgzxJ199bw0Ay9aAzlvz_4LgNOgwwyrW5NUcO7Ks6enRsiHzqyRMNxRjCWa8/s1600-h/jul09ice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XTN2174VNKlPkNwDGdaF0NCUUcyVz4GG67Yuxa1MA_9MgHgysaqoVbhRFWWxHR-dI9Uy4892xfPUvgnkgzxJ199bw0Ay9aAzlvz_4LgNOgwwyrW5NUcO7Ks6enRsiHzqyRMNxRjCWa8/s400/jul09ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394537113237081538" border="0" /></a><br />Later on the Jam continued (which included lots of socializing). Gary Baseman and Buff Monster:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eR-D9SKUfCQBnZ9LlpmgBwpeyOCLatf7eSu2BGIZNSe3IPFa33bm-9oshroKFEPo16wcPNVbSnk2hE0Q7YzQEgofiI3auosJMkWerQdChocL5vXOQCLMN4_1qqOlNw6rGbHGqCIsTD0/s1600-h/jul09jam1gar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eR-D9SKUfCQBnZ9LlpmgBwpeyOCLatf7eSu2BGIZNSe3IPFa33bm-9oshroKFEPo16wcPNVbSnk2hE0Q7YzQEgofiI3auosJMkWerQdChocL5vXOQCLMN4_1qqOlNw6rGbHGqCIsTD0/s400/jul09jam1gar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394528092538869506" border="0" /></a><br />As the clock (an hourglass) was counting down for the artists to finish up, the painting was moved to a table so that more of them could work on it together:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7YbNX56LUGxjBhx7Xd0Erk-ANCUkHpRTE8Ppmxuft9nHzSdhcXUfh6uVgl8AUxqoIEccj6Az59ItMK_qmW7I4fMYiJlRyO-oCxCgE2IubJxBXoUfZ4LVr6BIAjZ3OlmgtoW549y6EGU/s1600-h/jul09jam2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7YbNX56LUGxjBhx7Xd0Erk-ANCUkHpRTE8Ppmxuft9nHzSdhcXUfh6uVgl8AUxqoIEccj6Az59ItMK_qmW7I4fMYiJlRyO-oCxCgE2IubJxBXoUfZ4LVr6BIAjZ3OlmgtoW549y6EGU/s400/jul09jam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529036077278002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoi9FBN1NJw9mFZ-5AIX65riWdd0PXk9PmRa4vBc_mUi9pspPDCZBdUCsFhVb-X8MWemZmEf8jjJHl5X2TaUCFDScXFxQeHghYbXaZADcZX6a5AxmIMpT3N94Q6QjGklW0arJJzOk67Js/s1600-h/jul09jam3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoi9FBN1NJw9mFZ-5AIX65riWdd0PXk9PmRa4vBc_mUi9pspPDCZBdUCsFhVb-X8MWemZmEf8jjJHl5X2TaUCFDScXFxQeHghYbXaZADcZX6a5AxmIMpT3N94Q6QjGklW0arJJzOk67Js/s400/jul09jam3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529308897213266" border="0" /></a><br />The finished piece:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1sl-rcgxrdL5Px8dQwR9i6xf5A34q3xNcKoVDFIx-pUfP7F4Kim1vG-SOflwC32qqf5XMobxwyAZzH8PvLneSYY-pSeityq9DOp4-KWUfPNKJmnkNvAKU07OasUmde9CPaIKKMQNM1Y/s1600-h/jul09finis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV1sl-rcgxrdL5Px8dQwR9i6xf5A34q3xNcKoVDFIx-pUfP7F4Kim1vG-SOflwC32qqf5XMobxwyAZzH8PvLneSYY-pSeityq9DOp4-KWUfPNKJmnkNvAKU07OasUmde9CPaIKKMQNM1Y/s400/jul09finis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394529569496560018" border="0" /></a><br />There was also a giveaway/raffle of this massive (at least 5 foot high) painting created by Johnny Rodriguez. The joke was on everyone when we all received a winning raffle ticket. The painting was a series of smaller panels that were all bolted together, and in the end, everyone received a piece of this "pie":<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIShdTiTHbER4VchEiuJg5_Xgc0JMqx5zwcOduJFsDizR-3AAl-BNlOKPjkg4gPm9Zzjzv1FdQW2DETBNBJObb5O7GORQ5BfNOyrXIzimFskr61cv9qtpqTlGGPPXFoMV5fTsdgAeDSk/s1600-h/jul09rodrig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIShdTiTHbER4VchEiuJg5_Xgc0JMqx5zwcOduJFsDizR-3AAl-BNlOKPjkg4gPm9Zzjzv1FdQW2DETBNBJObb5O7GORQ5BfNOyrXIzimFskr61cv9qtpqTlGGPPXFoMV5fTsdgAeDSk/s400/jul09rodrig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532529673426178" border="0" /></a><br />At the end, all the attendees left with a massive goody bag filled with gifts from the sponsors and hand created pieces by the artists. There were so many things going on the whole weekend that I just wouldn't be able to list them all here. Arrested Motion did a full coverage of the event <a href="http://arrestedmotion.com/tag/bt-09/">here</a>.<br /><br />Whew. Though the flying wears me down and I come home exhausted, I think I'll be returning next year. It was my second year at Baby Tattooville, but seeing friends from last year and meeting new peeps this year, makes it feel like a twisted family gathering. Which is a very good thing, and I don't think I'll be able to pass it up.<br /><br />Oh, geez, almost forgot, my most-est favorite artist, Mr. Gary Baseman, out of the blue, presented me with his Barcelona book during Sunday brunch. That completely made the whole weekend superbly superb! (How could I forget to mention that?!)<br /><br />How ridculously giggly I was! (And thanks to Andy Stern for sneaking my camera and shooting this photo!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkE6Iq0v_CZdr0S9wOKTQrK2PrPg-HCo0IVaKQs-CgH8c1niud7akiBkkBEXTLHzXVQuefAirXWEL9LWM4ACdZBuzmnJCqLHcep_yV3VuhECEcLQAo4BUpBwpMw-NG4-gGLeYioYWyhVc/s1600-h/jul09megar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkE6Iq0v_CZdr0S9wOKTQrK2PrPg-HCo0IVaKQs-CgH8c1niud7akiBkkBEXTLHzXVQuefAirXWEL9LWM4ACdZBuzmnJCqLHcep_yV3VuhECEcLQAo4BUpBwpMw-NG4-gGLeYioYWyhVc/s400/jul09megar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394541850909543378" border="0" /></a>Julitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813011502452364744noreply@blogger.com0