So, I asked y’all for your suggestions about what I should print for the upcoming Definitely DePere–which, by-the-by, I’m going to be at Polito’s Pizza on May 9th if y’all wanna come see me–and here were the final decisions.
If your faves didn’t make the cut this time, DO NOT DESPAIR! They’ll be in the next batch. I swear.
And, because–omg–busy week was busy, here’s my new display at the ARTgarage:
And, projecTransparency videos because I have been doing them! I just got behind last week (in a fit of the anxieties about ordering prints, actually), so didn’t do a dedicated blog post.
So, a pretty decent turn out at the ARTgarage despite the Wisconsin weather being its typical can’t-decide-if-it’s-gonna-snow-or-rain-or-be-ridiculously-bright-and-cherry self. (FYI: It’s snow right now. *SIGH* What-EVER.)
So, if y’all have been following tentacle-made studios at home via Facebook, Twitter/Vine (I’m triesquid on Vine too.), or Tumblr*, you’ll already be fairly versed in all of this, but meh, feel free to skip ahead to the videos if ya’d like.
*I always feel like I should explain about my Tumblr. It started out as a on-the-go, more-free-wheeling art blog and has quickly become a weird hybridization of my studio practice, activism, art morgue, fic and poetry (some written by me and some not), and fandom artifacts (which are important because my art practice is informed by Visual Culture/Popular Culture and fandom iterations of VC/PC have become a part of that for me with fandom’s critical thinking and free-range creativity), so my Tumblr is a bit wild and wacky.
So, stuff sold, which is kinda a nice change of pace, and I’m starting to thing about revisiting the idea of the plushie unnamed friends since I had a bunch of kids kinda go mental over the fungoid owlets.
I dunno. I think the other unnamed friends could translate nicely to something Ugly Doll-esque.
And, that’s kinda beside the point. Gallery Nite debrief–GO!
Miss Zoe from Knits by Zoe and ‘Lain (We went to art school together.) came out and spun with me. It was nice. I don’t get to spend enough time with either one of them since they live in Green Bay, and I’m way-the-way out in BFE-Shawano.
This was my display filled with all sorts of fun things, which the break down was basically–
14 art batts, 10 drop spindles, 5 ball-winders, and 4 knitty-knotties (which I misspelled on the tags because I can never decide if “knotty” has one t or two–what can ya do?).
Additionally, there was some handmade jewelry, fungoid owlets, button packs, and plot bunnies.
Here’s a better idea of what the display looked like. That’s ‘Lain in the back–fighting with her wheel.
And, speaking of Hello Purl (I could explain the tangent, but I don’t wanna! Mwhahahahahahahaha!), there’s evidently a new Arts Events website being developed called something like “Whoa New”. I didn’t quite catch their name, but I did have a nice chat with the Writer and Photographer (who we’re having a One-Degree of Separation thing). So, that’s exciting and totally something that the area needs, like whoa.
Also, my very own Gnome is going to be the musical entertainment at the June Gallery Nite, so yeah, y’all should come out and listen to him play.
I’m gonna be spinning with the rest of the Traveling Treadlers Fiber Guild, so y’all should come by and see us all! There’ll be fiber and yarn and things made out of yarn and maybe some baskets and some of the weird little things that I make in the vain attempts to scrape out a living.
Like, this little guy:
A little clutch of these guys are going with me as well as some little plot bunnies, some tea snugs, snug sheaths (i.e., fiber versions of coffee sleeves), and a fuckton of art yarn–all of it very, very weird yarn.
Also, casual reminder that my show is up until March 31st, and I will be posting things about the reception later this weekend/early next week. <–I spent all week getting ready for ArtiGras, so I’m behind. Surprise, yeah?
Okay, maybe not with the snowpocalypse part 54864115564 having happened yesterday/early this morning or the Epic Ear Infection to End All Ear Infections.
…how did my brother survive into adulthood getting these things as often as he did as a kid?
But, yeah, Installation Day! There should be balloons and confetti and the Stark Dancers reenacting scenes from Moulin Rouge in the background. Or, at least, a really massive chai.
I’m not picky.
For those of you who maybe aren’t as caught up on my shenanigans as others, today I’m installing (after a brief delay that involved some confusion about the space between the Northcoast Gallery and the building it’s housed in) a large chunk of my spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement series. So, scads of excitement.
Naked Lunch? I saw it when I was, like, 11. <–I kid you not; my brother brought it home to watch. I was home sick with the worst flu ever and watched Rocky Horror Picture Show, Gothic, and Naked Lunch all in the same day.
With a 103 temp.
Somehow, I think this may be to blame for me and my visceral, bodily, grotesque (but in really bright colors!) art thing I’ve got going on. Don’t y’all?
…it probably also explains the wiggins I get from anything with more than 10 legs.
THANK YOU, YVES CLOQUET, YOU CREEPY BASTARD.
Though, Julian Sands, yeah?
…maybe it’s just a Julian Sands thing. He was in both Gothic and Naked Lunch, and he kinda looks like Richard O’Brien. That’s a very interesting coincidence.
…should I be being this enthusiastic and spazzy in a public forum? IDK.
Okay, so yeah, that’s kinda where I’ve been: having meetings with the Andrew Linskins, the gallery manager for NorthCoast Gallery (which is part of NorthCoast Productions) and printing cards and working on more pieces and thinking about installation and trying to not freak out every other minute.
So, a full week.
They’re not the best cards ever, but I tried. <–An artist friend of mine thought they were very nice. I’m just happy I could afford to print them.
‘Cause, they look like this in reality:
Yeah. I WANT PRETTY SHINY GLOSSY CARDS.
*kinda sulks inappropriately*
I am, however, attempting to finish this monumental (for me at any rate) piece so that I can hand it in the front hall of the building that NorthCoast is in.
IT’S NEVER GOING TO GET DONE! /o\
…see, and this is why I hadn’t been posting this week: I’m kinda wreck and leaking emotions everywhere.
Pieces! I finished a four-part piece yesterday.
And, they are supposed to go together like this:
This piece is really inspired by spending way to much time on Tumblr. I’m not even kidding.
And, there are classes! Ya know, if y’all would like to take classes. With me. At the ARTgarage. <–I’m totally going to have to create a sidebar with all of the classes. It’ll be less nutty. Right? Right.
Okay. That’s it. That’s the post.
What do y’all think? Of the show? Of the work? Y’all have been so quiet lately.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Really, what does it look like.
Think about it.
Embrace your inner-12-year-old boy.
*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.