this is the time in Shakespeare when we existential angst

So, I’ve been being pretty useless of late–wait, that’s not even an accurate assertion.

It’s more like having epic ennui with a side of the Worst People Hangover in the History of Ever.

I’m honestly not certain about these Things That Normal People Do.

But, yeah, I feel useless and like I haven’t been getting art made and I probably shouldn’t be just pouring this into here for y’all to see, but I guess I am?  Sorry?

I mean, I know this is something all artists have a problem with:  times when we don’t feel as productive as we could be, when the idea/concept is not doing what we want it too, when we feel like we should just chuck it all and find a job in banking or whatever it is that “normal” people do.

know this.  I’ve been here before.  I recognize that tree.

I’m just–having a harder time with it.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m doing all this writing for The Rainbow Hub–which I maintain is still best job is best–and I end up using all my words there or if I have too many extraneous groups/activities going on (e.g., Fiber Fanatics, worst name EVER; Traveling Treadlers; Knitting Guild; Saxony Spinners; the ARTgarage making me not happy) or I just–have too much going on in my head and am paralyzed by Too Much To Make and Too Little Squid To Do It.

It also doesn’t help that none of my classes are really going and that the only thing I ever seem to sell is yarn.

Which isn’t bad, but could someone actually buy on of my artworks?  Please?  It’d be nice, and I’d be able to get a new laptop or, ya know, any of the equipment I need to actually make my art-making more efficient/effective.

IDEK, but I’m done whining at y’all for now.  Sorry about that.  This is what a transparent art-making:  insecurity, art, and angst in non-equal measures.

Dude, I’m sorry.  This just isn’t on.

Have some art and art-like substance.

So, yeah.  This is what I’ve been doing (mostly–there’s more monoprints kicking around in my studio), and the chimera series, which is not a quick series to work on (but when has anything I’ve ever made been “quick”), is wanting to be my next Quarter display and I may just–let it?

IDK.

Courage.

…so, I might just have to suck it up

And, move my blog days to Fridays for now?  With my current writing schedule, which has the majority of everything due on Monday with Sleepy Hollow and Agents of SHIELD due on on Wednesday and Thursday respectively, Tuesday’s been acting like a–day off?

Not even really that because I do the preliminary watching of Sleepy Hollow to write that week’s review, so make of that what you will.

…it doesn’t help that, with the embroidery series (THAT STILL DOESN’T HAVE A NAME FOR SOME REASON), I really need something that I can just sit and watch/listen too while I work.

I need to get used to just streaming something like whoa on Netflix or Hulu.  Y’all wouldn’t believe how much embroidery I got done mainlining the first eight episodes of the Supernatural anime (Who thought that was a good idea?  It’s all sorts of not-right. <3)

So, speaking of getting work done, this is what I’ve been working on this week:

This is currently what the larger of my two work surfaces looks like. The other work surface has glass over a huge portion of it so that I can do monoprinting. I also has a huge cutting mat underneath it so that I always have a measuring/positioning grid, and when I’m doing fabric things, I have a huge cutting mat to, ya know, cut fabric on.

But, the piece that I finished (for certain values of “piece”–for my money, it’s an interesting experiment, but who knows, yeah?) is embroidery over mixed media (paint, ink, and pastel) on handmade paper that started off looking like this:

And, now that I’m done with the embroidery, it looks like this:

I thought I was having a kinda Cardcaptor Sakura/CLAMP moment, but when gnome came home and saw it, gnome’s first thought was that this is what The Lights Over The Arby’s (Welcome to Night Vale) look like.

So, The Lights are Wheels.

Kk.  It’s possibly.  I haven’t decided if I’m going to accept and adapt that interpretation, but it’s certainly more interesting than my whole lotta nothing I had going on.  *hands*

So, yeah.  Slow art-ing week is slow, but I GOT SOME THINGS DONE.

I’m–gonna go do something.  *shifty-eyed*

Okay, I’m probably just gonna go play Candy Crush or make a cuppa tea or something.  idk.  It’s like 11:30 pm here, and I have to go into Green Bay tomorrow to see Runner, Runner so that I can write my review on it for The Rainbow Hub.

And pay my studio rent at the ARTgarage.

THE LIFE OF AN ARTING AND WRITING SQUID.

It’s tragic, yeah?

Courage.

so–embroidery.

Yeah, if y’all follow me, like, anywhere else, you may have noticed that i’ve been doing some work with embroidery.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because–have y’all met me?  I can’t sit still.  I don’t have the patience for hand-stitching.

THERE’S A REASON WHY I DIDN’T LEARN THIS AS A KID.

But–here I am.  Embroidering.

Slowly.

Agonizingly slow.

Who thought that this was remotely a good idea, because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me.

I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS.

But, yeah.  Embroidery.

Here’s what I’ve been (slow, slow, double-super, triple-thick slow) working on.

cephladeer (sketch)
2013
embroidery on paper
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

IDEK, there was these really neat My Little Pony fanart pieces–Yes, My Little Pony.  Don’t judge.–that kinda started this image.

Along with being cracked and part of both The Welcome to Night Vale and Hannibal fandoms.

I’m not sure that’s a good mix?

Especially, when this piece also came out of the same sketching session.

The Voice of Night Vale (in-progress)
2013
embroidery, acrylic paint, ink on canvas
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

This piece was inspired by this really neat Welcome to Night Vale/Good Morning Desert Bluffs Cecil and Kevin piece.

I–may have gone a little more Kevin than Cecil.

*hands*

Sorry-not-sorry.

I mean, I’m making progress, yeah?

beginning sketch and barely-started piece for The Voice of Night Vale

But, the idea is to embroider on things that are not normally embroidered upon:  handmade paper, sketchbook paper, paintings, monoprints.

ALL THE THINGS.

…I may have ideas for embroidery on metal.  Like, as a non-decorative, additive, cold-connection thing like here:

taxonomy: Audrey III
2006
cold-forged copper (patinaed and/or gessoed and painted), fiber,
embroidery thread, found object
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

But, to be, like, the actual piece.

So.  That’s a thing to watch for?

As always, I’ve been doing the writing thing for The Rainbow Hub.

I’m currently reviewing Sleepy Hollow and Agents of SHIELD in addition to my film reviews and the BAMF Women Super-Heroes series.

So, yeah.

Courage.

 

 

*tra lala la la*

So, evidently, I flaked last week in getting the blog done. In my own defense, it was hella hot, and neither Hemlock House nor tentacle-made studios has air-conditioning.

I really managed to work in like 45 minute increments and watched a lot of Numb3rs.

But, since you’ve all been so very, very good while I was trying not to die, I have an image-heavy post!

*whistles*

So, yeah, this is the first embroidered drawing (in-process) in this project right.

It’s kinda slow-going because I don’t always have the patience to sit still and embroider.  It’s why I never learned to do it when I was a tiny squidlet.

I’m much better with papermaking because it’s really active.  And messy.

PAPERMAKING IS HYDROPHILIC.

It’s water-loving, which means that you’re going to get wet.

So, the first thing that you need is pulp.  I don’t have a hollander beater, so I order my pulp pre-beaten from Twinrocker Handmade Paper.

And, yep, everything with papermaking sounds abusive and vaguely pervy.

You’ll also need waterproof, non-slick footwear.  Trust me, especially when you’re using retention aid, floors can get slick.

 

Yes, those are my tentacles.

You should also wear shorts so that you can stay as dry as possible.

You need a mold and deckle, which I kinda threw these together to see if I could make it work.  It was an experiement for my papermaking class that didn’t go, but it’s good to know because it means that I can make them quickly and cheaply (or have students make their own in class).

 

It’s funny that it took me so long to do this since, when I first took papermaking, we did, in fact, make specialized deckles.

I just kinda–forgot about it, I guess.

In my defense, this was like 6/7 years ago.

And, then there’s water and containers and pulp and pulling paper and pressing paper and doing inclusions (if you want) and laminating and ALL THE THINGS.

 

Once the paper’s dry, you have a couple of options.  I wanted my paper to have a bit more translucency, which is difficult to see in the images, so I bees-waxed them and polyurethaned them.

 

 

 

 

 

So–that’s it?  That’s a lot of what I’ve been doing?  Not all of it, but a lot of it.  I’ve also been planning classes and drawing in Procreate and starting some larger scale embroidered pieces (which don’t look like anything currently), and as always, I’ve been writing for The Rainbow Hub.

It’s seriously the best job ever.

So, yep.  That’s what you missed in Night Vale.

Courage.

meditation and the continuation of the spindle’s work series

I’m back in that place I was in when I first moved to Wisconsin where I’m more-than-a-bit angry with recent past events, spend a great deal of my time reading–which isn’t a bad thing, but I always end up re-reading the same fanfics over and over (specifically A Farm in Iowa, Chocolatey Goodness, and Domestic Piranhas), which is also Not A Bad Thing–and spending the rest of my time rearranging/cleaning/organizing my environment to try and sort out my own head-space.

And to fill in the holes that were made by what’s made me angry.

…I suppose it’s better than when I was really angry while I was still employed and was obsessively watching Sherlock fanvids.  And not the happy, fun ones; the ones that involved the end of Series 2. <–This is me trying to be not-spoilery.

It really is quite the THING.

So, anyway, aside from the dramatic whining (’cause I can totally pull of a turbo-sulk when I want to), I’ve been working more on the spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement series.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: the Mirror
2012

the Mirror is, again, a Snow White piece.  For some reason, the Queen was really in my head for this part of the series. *shrugs* I’ve always been interested in the way that the Mirror is personified (and in Snow White and the Huntsman, which I haven’t seen yet, is anthropomorphized).  In my favorite version of Snow White with Diana Rig as the Queen, the Mirror actually has three faces and is kinda a dick, yet I like the idea of the Mirror as something almost Dorian Grey in its manifestation:  it appears as corrupted as its Queen.

Also, there’s some influence going on with infected/corrupted dungeons in .hack and Diablo III.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: the Queen’s spell-strings
2012

the Queen’s spell-strings plays with the portrayals of the Queen from Snow White (any version) as a witch and how, in some types of witchcraft, spellwork can be integrated into knotted strings.  In this instance, the darkness that the Queen wants to bring to Snow White situated amongst the light Snow White believes she is living in.  There are bits and pieces integrated into the “spell-strings” that reference particular parts of the fairytale:  the raven that is one of the sacred birds that watches over Snow White while she is not-dead, raw metals that reference Snow White’s protectors, Snow White’s name to make the spell reference her specifically, and an Asian-themed bit of cinnabar that references when the Queen tries to kill Snow White with a poisoned comb.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: Jorinda
2012

Jorinda was turned into a bird.  She was caged and sung to be released.  Joringle, who is always elsewhere, has forgotten about her again–or, at least, he had forgotten about her in the one I remember from when I was small; forgot about Jorinda until she sang to him–in an Snow Queen-esque moment of mental manipulation.

Jorinda and Joringle always seemed like cardboard hero and heroine; hence, Jorinda’s depiction as a bird made of abaca and embroidery–’cause, can a fairytale get more “subjugation of women” than caging the female character in a bird-cage–without the William Burroughs‘ references.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: cthulloid treasure
2012

cthulloid treasure is a riff on The Little Mermaid but with a distinctly Lovecraftian bent cross-bred with folklore about ningyo (i.e., Japanese mermaids).  Yet, as often happens with me and my inspiration, I am draw to the portrayal of ningyo from popular culture sources:  namely, The Mermaid Saga, a Japanese anime and manga series.  In The Mermaid Saga, eating mermaid flesh can provide longevity, or it can turn the person that consumes it into a monster.

Monster-hood is more common than immortality.

Combine this idea with a kind of Lovecraftian (or, in reality, Syrian) Mistress of the Deep (She Who Swims in Darkness or some such thing), and you have the inspiration for cthulloid treasure:  something mysterious, grotesque, and from another world of understanding with spray paint golden scales that shine like the sun.

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: sub-text
2012

Really, what does it look like.

Think about it.

Embrace your inner-12-year-old boy.

I’ll wait.

*insert the Jeopardy theme song here*

A vagina dentata but woven on a circle loom.  Really, given what is always sub-textually present in fairytales and what modern fairytale writers have done with that sub-text, it was bound to happen in this series.

I swear I wasn’t really trying to be snotty with that last description, but it really is what it looks like and that’s how it ended up as part of this series and not something else.

What can I say?  I’m a sick, twisted deviant on occasion.

Oh, while I’m thinking about it, there’s an opening at the ARTgarage for Bonnie de Arteaga‘s front gallery exhibit; it’s Friday from 5-8.

Courage.

FREEEEDOOOOOOOOOOM!

*is all painted blue*

*or not*

*whichever*

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?

Courage.

Stuff and things.

So, I’ve been ridiculously busy with The New Job (I’m three weeks in now).

It’s been nutty.  For realz.

So, today’s images and stuff are a bit older (the images are like a month old).

This is part of my insult series–one of my first embroidery projects.  It’s kinda sent me into more thoroughly constructed embroidery projects.

A couple of my fungoid owlets.  They’re numbered and everything.

And this is a detail of a 12-foot long upcycled, braided, silk and wool and satin multi-purpose—thing.  There’s nothing that you can’t do with it!

Except fit it into a small bag.  It’s frikkin’ huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge.

Okay, now that there have been pictures of pretties (and there are a ton more where these came from), an announcement.

PSA:  Thursday, May 17th, is the Opening of the ARTgarage’s Second Quarter Show.

Come and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I’m demo-ing, yo.

Waffle is very happy.

Courage.

“Behold! For I am really not kidding!” <-Yes, I know I used it yesterday…

But, I think that it bears repeating, especially since I just finished The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore. Evidently, someone somewhere is making a The Stupidest Angel movie. For realz. o.O

 

I kinda want to know what crack he’s on, because it’s obviously the really good Metals Crack*, but I kinda want my own stash.

 

*spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins and tra lala las*

 

So, I am feeling better–or, at least, I’m not going to die and have made it out of Hemlock House for my date with the Illustrious Miss Sara–and, therefore, I am owing y’all a post (or seven). <–Okay, this was like 8 hours ago.  WordPress was being stupid, and I lost my post.  Twice.

 

Asshats.

 

Sorry, I have much anger today.

 

 

 

Okay, it may not be much of a post since, between SOPA/PIPA last week and feeling like I was going to die this week, there hasn’t be a whole lotta thinking going on in my little squid head.

 

There was some thinking that Umberto Eco has some pretentious paranoia going on and an ugly, deep-seeded love/hate/lust thing going on with the Templars and all the numerous other secret societies that are scarpering about the planet. <–I just finished reading Foucault’s Pendulum too.

 

 

 

Nota Bene: The focus of my studies in Classics were Religion (specifically Mystery Religions), Mythology, and Art and my Senior Thesis in History was on Early Modern Mysticism, so I actually am really interested in these sorts of phenomenon. I also really like certain aspects of the book like Belbo’s fictionalized historicism of Kelley and the pages and pages and pages of really interesting history. There were just other parts that made me go “Really?” like the 3-4 chapters of false ending.

 

Can we say The Return of the King here?

 

Yes, I really do read multiple books at once; it’s easier when one has the attention span of a gnat.

 

*whistles*

 

So, before I got completely side-tracked by Eco and Moore, I was going to say that I have loads of nifty pictures by way of a pseudo-blog post today.

 

‘Cause, even ill, I’m completely bee-like.

 

But just a few. *feels stingy today*

 

full tunnel book

 

A tunnel book sample that I made to go with the physical advertising of my bookmaking class at the ARTgarage. I’m rather fond of it, although the picture kinda sucks. <–My photo area is still down due to a massive reorganization after ‘Lain moved out.

 

I also made a folded structure book sample to display. This is a picture of it in process; it’s done and on display, but I haven’t taken a picture of it yet.

 

sculpture book

 

I’ve been making some Kindle covers. This is mine and The Husband’s respectively.

 

question bird

 

hello owl

 

The handmade insult series is also continuing apace.

 

stupid head

 

Did I mention that I’ve also learned to perform basic knitting? <–No picture, just a random question.

 

And check out the amazing old china I found at Goodwill.

 

tea

 

It wasn’t a complete set, but it had the tiniest tea cups and a large-ish bowl and a plate. I <3 it like y’all wouldn’t believe.

 

Classes at the ARTgarage:

 

Storybeads:

  • Saturday, January 14th: basic beading structures & open studio
  • Saturday, January 21st: fiber incorporation & open studio
  • Saturday, January 28th: pendant structures & open studio
  • Saturday, February 4th: wire work & open studio

 

When: Saturdays, January 14th-February 4th, 10 am-12 pm

Where: the ARTgarage

Cost: $25 includes use of tools and basic materials (sign-up for 3 classes and take the 4th free!)

 

Bookmaking:

  • Saturday, January 14th: Instabooks
  • Saturday, January 21st: Concertina books
  • Saturday, January 28th: Pamphlets
  • Saturday,February 4th: Japanese Stab Binding
  • Saturday, February 11th: Codex books
  • Saturday, February 18th: Tunnel books
  • Saturday, February 25th: Flag books
  • Saturday, March 3rd: Carousel books
  • Saturday, March 10th: Folded structures
  • Saturday, March 17th: Altered books

 

When: Saturdays, January 14th-March 17th, 1-3 pm

Where: the ARTgarage

Cost: $60 for first session, $40 for each following session

 Papermaking:

  • Saturday, February 11th: History, equipment, initial pulls
  • Saturday, February 18th: Cotton pull
  • Saturday, February 25th: Abaca/flax pull
  • Saturday, March 3rd: Kozo, dyeing, and forming
  • Saturday, March 10th: Inclusion papers
  • Saturday, March 17th: Pulp-painting and collage pages

 

When: Saturdays, February 11th-March 17th, 9-12 am

Where: the ARTgarage

Cost: $150 for all six classes

 

Mixed Media:

 

Possible projects include 10-layer drawings, altered books, and assemblage and techniques such as photo-transfer.

  • Saturday, March 24th
  • Saturday, March 31st
  • Saturday, April 7th
  • Saturday, April 14th
  • Saturday, April 21st
  • Saturday, April 28th

 

When: Saturdays, March 24th-April 28th, 10-12 am

Where: the ARTgarage

Cost: $150 for all six classes

 

Sculpture:

 

Possible projects include mini-installation, guerrilla fiber, fiber art, assemblage, wearable art, and/or environmental art.

  • Saturday, March 24th
  • Saturday, March 31st
  • Saturday, April 7th
  • Saturday, April 14th
  • Saturday, April 21st
  • Saturday, April 28th

 

When: Saturdays, March 24th-April 28th, 1-3 pm

Where: the ARTgarage

Cost: $150 for all six classes

 

*”Metals Crack” was a joke when I was an undergraduate.  I took several Metals classes, and there were some people in them that should just not have been allowed near fire.  We kept telling them that Metals Crack was the really good crack that caused you to grow an extra eye in the top of your head.  Scarily, a few of them seemed to believe us.  *le SIGH*

 

Courage.