welcome to a new year at tentacle-made studios!

for those of you just joining the show, i’m your host ‘trie (sounds like “tree”), and i’m a mixed media, conceptual artist and writer who has recently become a con-kid/exhibitor, doesn’t like capitalization, and lives in the backwoods of wisconsin.

which makes being a con-kid and an artist a little bit difficult.

at least the trees recognize me as one of their own.

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Take two.

Before I get bogged into the crazy that my art practice has been for the last bit, I just wanted to mention to Green Bay area peoples that tomorrow night is Gallery Nite, so if y’all want to come and chat with me in person, meet the girls from Hello Purl or Zoe from Knits by Zoe, or really just see a whole bunch of art, y’all should come to Gallery Nite.

The four of us are going to be at the ARTgarage.

So, yeah, stuff and things.

Really, for those of you playing at home, I haven’t been getting much more done that spinning art-yarn and some writing.

Although, I did teach my first drop spindle class at the ARTgarage last week.  It went really well, like, really well.  The drop spindles I made worked just fine, and I had plenty of material for the students, which go squid!

top-whirl drop spindles, handmade by me


class kits, fiber provided by Interlacements

If anyone’s interested, I’m teaching another drop spindle class on the September 29th and another on November 13th.  Additionally, I’m teaching a 6-books-in-6-hours class on November 10th and 11th.

…really, I need to make more drop spindles. *sigh*  Sanding is so not my favorite thing.

So, ArtStreet was fun and I picked up some fiber to spin from Hello Purl and picked up some commission spinning, which was one of the strangest things I think I’ve ever done, but it’s spun, plied, and ready to be handed of to it’s owner at Gallery Nite.

Of course, I don’t think I took a picture of the art batt I got at ArtStreet before I spun it up.

Hello Purl art batt plied with lattice/stain glass commercial yarn stretched on a knitty-knotty.


Hello Purl art batt plied with fun commercial yarn still on the spindle.
Skeins of plied yarn all from Hello Purl art batts.

Do y’all sense a theme here?  I really do get everything from either Hello Purl or Interlacements.

Customer loyalty and all that.

The skein on the far right is from this art batt.

Hello Purl art batt, pre-spinning.

And, y’all get to see how just messy my office desk is all the time.  Although, now, it’s being protected by four of The Avengers in bobble-head form.

The commission spinning went well (because commission spinning is cool like bowties and fezs but not like stetsons).

commission spinning on spindle


commission spinning skeined and stacked

I also got this obnoxious thing spun.  Really, this stuff just sucked to spin.

domestic wool and teal angelina

I’m not going to subject y’all to the writing today, though y’all might like it.  I do have a bit of talent with words with all that education I have, but yeah, this is what I’ve been doing during my Funk to End All Funks.

I’m not sure it’s better, but I’m freaking out about so many other things that I’m getting art and writing stuff done in self-defense.

Because I freak out like no one y’all have ever met (maybe), and I have productive freak outs.

It’s like productive insomnia.  We should bottle it and sell it to all the people.

And, if y’all want to keep up on my writing and things a bit more real-time, try my Tumblr.  Yeah, it’s kinda fandom(s) heavy, but it’s kinda fun.  I’ve totally come out all of it with new things to read and listen too because fandom is huge and awesomely weird.




So, yeah, I kinda disappeared again.

I’ve been having a THING to end all THINGS and the worst funk of all time.

Y’all know how they always talk about how creative people (and this totally includes the crazy-creative individuals in Science and Math and, well, everywhere)? Yeah, it’s not always hokum. Luckily, my funks are usually incubation times, but it also is totally “even you depression is mathematical,” fever-day suckage.

So, yeah, not my favorite.

I totally owe y’all a real post about ArtStreet and the spinning I’ve been working on and the first drop-spindle class I taught yesterday, and honestly, I don’t know what to tell y’all about those things other than that, yeah, they happened.

…and my brain’s filled with poetry again, and if y’all haven’t read Richard Siken yet, you should.

I owe you, and not in a destroy-your-life-soul-and-sanity sorta way that Moriarity would go for, but a really owe y’all.




*is all painted blue*

*or not*


Remember how I was All Hail the Zombie Apocalypse the last time I posted (eons ago)?  It never got any better, any less zombie-apocalypse-y.  I ended up resigning due to a variety of reasons, the less of which was the accumulation of not-rightness that was building up.

Hence, the freedom-blue-paint-or-n0t thing.

My body’s still rejecting the resignation. *frustrated*

But!  That means that I won’t be nearly as distracted or nutty and can start bringing y’all my twisted (and oddly academic) perspective on art, the world, the art world, and living in Wisconsin.

And, speaking of Wisconsin with all of various tribes and reservations, I ran across Sew:  The Art of Creative Sewing with Mixed-Media at Book World and ended up buying it due to this cover:

Danielle Daniel is a First Nation’s descendant.  These pieces are part of her genealogical story.  They’re beautiful and nuanced, and honestly, I kinda adore them.  Yet, when I first saw the cover, I wasn’t certain because I wasn’t certain if she was culturally appropriating an inappropriate image or if she were doing what she was doing (I hadn’t looked at the article yet).

But, yeah, the worry of cultural appropriation is well and truly seeded within me.

What do y’all think about Danielle Daniel’s pieces?  What do you think about cultural appropriation?  Is there a way to respectfully appropriated and denigrate or destroy the culture that is being appropriated?

Yep, I come back, and I come back with hard questions.  Why can’t I just squee over the conceptual-pretty?


Meet my new friend!

*Please note Miss Z and Miss J’s tiny feetsez on their wheels.*

This is my new friend.  His name is Vincent.  He’s from Holland.  He’s a louet.

I bought him from this morning from a nice lady that didn’t want him anymore.

I’ve figured out how to (kinda craptastically) spin and ply…with the help of Youtube.


It’s so beautiful! *loves it and despairs*



Courage, cake, and masses of spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining!

10 Reasons to Date Someone in the Arts

They will always have a friend who’s in a show, or having a reading, or playing a gig, or showing in an art gallery.

Which means you constantly get to go on cool, interesting dates.


Artists often get paid nothing, but the amount of free booze at these things almost makes up for it.

And everyone in the arts knows at least one bartender willing to give free drinks.


People who work in the arts often have relatively free/strange schedules.

Lots of late nights, yes, but also lots of randomly free weekdays for impromptu trips or day dates.


Artists are a fairly welcoming, accepting bunch.

You think your parents are weird? You haven’t been to arts school.


People in the arts are used to partying late into the night after a show or gig, no matter how early they have to get up the next morning.

In other words, they’ll never be ready to go home before you are.


They’re not repressed.

Given that they’ve devoted their entire life to the expression of human imagination, you can be pretty confident that someone in the arts is pretty in touch with their feelings.


Isn’t it everyone’s secret wish to inspire a song or a painting or a character in a book?

It’s not gonna happen by dating a banker.


They tend not to be high maintenance.

Someone in the arts is used to long hours and little pay and slices of pizza scarfed down at 1 am and rehearsing in hallways and commuting by bus and doing things on the cheap. And they know how to have fun in otherwise cramped/boring/uncomfortable situations.


People in the arts tend to have pretty good taste in music, books, art, etc.

So if you’re lacking in the aesthetics department, they can make you (or your apartment) look good.


Artists lead exciting, passionate lives.

And when you date them, you get to be a part of it for a while.

See, artists of all times are highly desirable commodities to somebody…even if our type of art isn’t.

From:  10 Reasons to Date Someone in the Arts « HowAboutWe – Date Report.

Mike Kelley *SAD*

Did y’all know that Mike Kelley committed suicide died last month?

My heart hurts; I loved his work so. <–When I guest lecture for The Husband’s Humanities classes, I always include a few pieces by Mike Kelley because his work is so fun and accessible and really makes you think at the same time.

borrowed from Philosophy of Science's post about Mike Kelley's life and death

I know that it’s silly for me to be all grieve-y about Kelley’s death, but it’s like when Baudrillard died:  my little heart just stopped.  Sometimes, for me, those by whom I’m influenced or with whom I’ve developed a relation to their work—it’s like losing Family:  the Family of the Mind and the Interior Space.

I’m going to go be sad in my corner for awhile.


too much to ‘splain; let me sum up

*points*  An obligatory Princess Bride reference for y’all.


So, this last week has been crazily, fantastically busy; hence why I am currently at home typing this into the blog-o-sphere at my little shadow-darkened desk (have I mentioned that it’s raining like the world’s ending?  with lightening and thunder and dark, dark skies?  the cats are totally in hiding, and I’m worrying about the nascent garden).


The good thing about being at home?  Chai, no-shoes, and fuzzy kitties when they come out from beneath the furniture.


But, I digress (as I often do).  Last week.  Yeah.  Too much going on, particularly on Saturday.


There was working in my studio at the Art Garage.  There was Gallery Night replete with insta-book demos for one and all (which went over really, really well and was like magic for people that tried it).  And, Saturday–oh, Saturday!–there was the Shawano Farmers’ Market (we also had the Rhubarb Festival and the Jumpin’ June Jamboree and Car Show, but I didn’t get to those), Faerie Fest at Thistledown Greenhouse outside of Bonduel, and a fundraiser for the Art Garage at the Green Bay Barnes and Noble.


While I got a ton accomplished in my tAG studio, that really wasn’t the highlight of the week, so I’ll spare y’all pictures of the last-week’s progress until next week’s post.  The highlight wasn’t even Gallery Night–although it was awesome, there were tons of people, and people were really digging my work in addition to the demo and book forms I brought with me.  The highlight was Faerie Fest, all of the lovely faerie folk, and the lovely vendors (about half of which were part of Kara Counard‘s 101 Women Project that is on display at the Art Garage until the end of June).


Faerie Fest took place at the Thistledown Greenhouse (which is moving to California?!? *turbo-pouts*).  So, yeah, there’s totally a greenhouse there, but what really caught my attention was their beautiful old Victorian house (there are a lot of old Victorians up here for some reason).


It’s like the Wisconsin-version of the house from Practical Magic without the tower.


They also have a bunch of feathered friends patrolling the grounds.



There was also a peacock, but I didn’t manage to get a picture of him.


So, there were a bunch of different vendors, but I’m going to, as usual, tell you about my favorites–’cause I can!  bwahahahahaha


There was Aurora’s Apothecary, Herb Shop, and Apothecary Museum (go like it on Facebook!) run by the lovely Miss Melissa.  Her shop is located in Greenleaf (Morrison), WI.  She carries culinary herbs and other kitchen ephemera, teas, make-your-own potpourri, home and garden decor, plants and seeds for gardening, body and health products, and fairy and magical accoutrement as well as housing an apothecary museum and teaching classes.



This is Melissa and her lovely gentleman friend surrounded by her amazing products (I like that she reads as an urban faerie due to the raver-esque hairfalls, and he’s steampunk-ish; they’re so cute!).  In addition to Melissa and friend being beautifully costumed (unlike me in my Dr. Seuss shirt),  she totally has a gardening gift in addition to the herbalism knowledge; I could smell her catnip from 8 feet away.  Totally, amazingly potent.


I bought a bottle of her Relief for Sore Muscles and Joints (which, anyone who knows me in RL knows that I’m pretty much in constant pain, so this product is a potential life-saver).



It contains essential oils of wintergreen, blackpepper, rosemary, juniper, fir, ginger, lavender, nutmeg, cajeput, clove, eucalyptus, cinnamon, lemon, safflower, aloe, apricot, almond, jojoba, VE, evening primrose, rosehip, and neem. All suspended in an amazingly light massage oil base (I have yet to feel like a ancient Greek wrestler after any application).


Okay, honestly, I hate wintergreen with a passion.  I used to have this really good muscle/joint stuff that I could never use because the smell of wintergreen made me crazy, made my head hurt, and made me sick to my stomach.  Sooooooo not fun.  But Aurora’s Apothecary?  The wintergreen isn’t noticeable and nothing in here is making my allergies act up–which is a miracle on the order of loaves and fishes cause there’s at least three things in there with which I habitually have problems.  Nothing.  Nada.  \o/


Mostly, I’m smelling the primrose and the lavender, which I’m liking.  Your mileage may vary.


Okay, personal testimonial time.


It’s totally not a cure-all, but it is definitely helping me out.  Hot shower (okay, I par-boil myself), application of Relief, ‘jamies, and snuggly blankets.  I might not be right as rain (which, what is so right about rain anyway?), but the muscles feel a bit looser, I’m sleeping a bit better, and my mental-state is a bit less “suck the world into a hell dimension.”  <–I’m reading Buffy fic again.  Can you tell?


I think that’s the most I can ask of anything as far as pain-management goes, so yeah, make a sojourn to Aurora’s Apothecary (or any of the many events that she frequents like the Door County Renaissance Fantasy Faire or the Green Bay Farmers’ Market on Broadway).


Then, there was book bones (Etsy shop) whose motto is “new life for old books” and describes her work as



My handmade jewelry and accessories are all made using old books in some form or another. No worries, though, most of the books are library discards. This means they could no longer be used due to the condition of the pages or outdated content. It warms my heart to take an unwanted book and turn it in to something beautiful and fun. I hope you enjoy them!


And she is totally not kidding.  She makes handbags out of book covers and jewelry out of altered pages.  They’re very altered book mets haute couture all out of upcycled materials.  Who could ask for more?  This is the piece that I bought (re:  Husband bought) on Saturday.  I made a specific beaded chain for it so that it wasn’t just on the temporary black cord.  I think they go well together.



There was also Sage Hollow (Facebook page), which is located in Denmark, WI.  <–They have a blog over——->here!


Aren’t they lovely faeries?


I bought some tea for my Wisconsin-edition Mother-In-Law (again, Husband bought) and tried to not sniff their wears too pornographically.  I sense a road trip in my future very, very soon.


The last of the vendors that I want to talk about is Gracie Designs.



Kelley of Gracie Designs make beautifully cute, hip accessories (that I totally want a bunch of, but I, since I am totally kept at the moment, I didn’t have any money).  She has an Etsy and a Facebook, so buy and like as appropriate!


She also frequents the Farmers Market on Broadway, so y’all can see her and Aurora’s Apothecary at the Market 3-8 on Wednesdays through the summer!


In addition to all of the fantastic vendors, there were so many wonderfully dressed faeries that I took kinda sneaky-shots from a distance so that people couldn’t be recognized since I hadn’t asked first.



This was the Cernnunos/Green Man of the day.  I got a little obsessed with this one, but I think that had more to do with me creating my own version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in my head.



In my head, these two became Oberon and Titania, which on the Shakespearean stage were played by the same actors that played Theseus and Hippolyta so that they were shadow-selves of the King and Queen of Athens.  *is a total Shakespeare geek*



And, for me, this was Oberon speaking with Puck (aka Robin Goodfellow).


After all of the fun at the Faerie Fest, I went to a fundraiser at Barnes and Noble for the Art Garage, and I signed up for a reading-slot for their Marathon for Literacy in September (as did Husband–he’s going to read something by Lovecraft, and I’m going to read “The Thing in the Forest”  from The Little Black Book of Stories by A.S. Byatt).



Okay, so this has become the longest, most picture-heavy post in the history of the universe, and I’m going to go now.