Wireless: 10/10, would recommend.

In other words–OMG!–yesterday was “Gnome and squid get their internet back today! Yay!” Day.  So, the tentacle-made studios (and by extension Hemlock House) are wireless running the universe again! \o/

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, I’ve been promising a Reception-y debrief, and now, there’s also an ArtiGras debrief to subject y’all to.

Sooooooooooooooooooo–IT ALL WENT INCREDIBLY WELL!

The reception for spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement was fairly well-attended considering NorthCoast Gallery is new gallery in Green Bay (and I’m a relatively young, somewhat-known artist), and the reception was on a Thursday night (which if y’all don’t know, is the traditional day to have a reception for a show).


We even had a little bit of an international contingent (i.e., a Gnome-side-of-the-family was in the states from Germany).

ArtiGras was a fairly decent event.  People weren’t buying a lot, but I did manage to sell a few things, which is nice.  Have to pay the bills somehow, right? <–Speaking of, I sold at piece at my reception!

The Traveling Treadlers Fiber Guild was in fine form with the girls of Hello Purl, Anne of Shepherd’s Purse, and Tracey of Interlacements…and me, of course, from tentacle-made studios.  Other members of the Guild were there too, but I’m not sure if they have company/shop names.

So, yeah.  There are more photos of the Traveling Treadlers Fiber Guild here if y’all are interested in them.

…I think I’m going to go collapse somewhere for awhile.  I have my semesterly Humanities presentation for Gnome’s class tomorrow (I’m doing two this semester!), and I should probably do things like read my notes and make sure I can follow my own presentation.

Wouldn’t want to get lost.

Not that I would.



…make a cathedral of him, my Saint of the Stars; or, poetry and people!hangovers and general shenanigans

So, yeah, I disappeared (sorta), but at least now, it’s sorta being a regimented sort of disappearance.

Although I totally forgot to turn on my phone for the last couple of days and should totally do that.  And look at Facebook.  And do something other than write poetry, contemplate art, and read fic.

Okay, Gnome would totally argue that the Sunday marathon of Prezie presentation counted and guest lecturing for his Humanities class yesterday totally counted as doing work.  I am difficult to convince at the best of times.

But, yeah, yesterday was my semesterly guest lecture for Gnome’s Humanities class:  Art in the 20th & 21st centuries goes collectively wiggy

I basically was a spastic fuckwit at his class for nearly 3 hours.  I didn’t know I had it in me, honestly.  Longest lecture (well, not-lecture ’cause it was a lot more like “Look at how coo this stuff is!” and “Look how the world changed art, and art changed the world!” So, yeah.) I’ve ever given.  <–It’s basically a presentation that frames art in the 20th and 21st centuries and then deconstructs traditional notions of what art is and can be and reconstructs contemporary art via a number of criteria that allows the audience (or artist or whatever) decide for themselves what is art and what isn’t art, no longer reliant on outmoded ideas and the Art World.

‘Cause I’m a bamf that way.  Really, I like to think, and I think that, a lot of times, we all just kinda–accept what the Art World tells us is “art.”

Basically, doing that presentation (because I always like to freshen it up, and this time, I decided that it really should be a Prezie so that it was easier for Gnome’s students to get a hold of–although, hopefully the nice people that have been looking at it don’t think I’m completely out of my mind ’cause it’s all kinds of strange) meant that most of Sunday was spent working on it (because I have a genetic predisposition towards procrastinating combined with an ADHD-short-attention-span, and technology simply does not go fast enough–if it doesn’t go at the speed of my brain–the speed of thought–it’s too slow, and my body is a craptastic medium through which to work; really, can’t I just hook my brain up directly to the internet all Serial Experiments Lain-or-Tommyknockers-esque?).

And, then yesterday, was the presentation.

The Sunday before last I demo-ed/exhibited at this Art and Mental Health thing (see above:  ADHD plus depression and anxiety and a myriad of other nonsense), so that was hours and hours of me trying not to freak horribly and talk about my work and demo spinning (because it gives me something to hide behind) and listening to something that should have really been about art therapy or how the creative mind finds ways to deal with mental health issues and, instead, sounded like a freakin’ AA meeting with added art and bipolar-flavored sprinkles.

It–was not “fun.”  Actually, that’s an understatement, but if I helped to raise awareness?

So, yeah.  There’s probably another post coming up about the poetry I’ve been writing and the yarn I’ve been spinning, but not today.


I’m lacking in thinky-thoughts today.

I spent most of last week down with The Cold That Would Not End kindly shared by The In-Laws:  Wisconsin Edition, and I’m still feeling a little down from it.  Due to The Evil Cold, I’m giving my 20th and 21st Century Art History lecture(s) this week (I did the first on Monday; the second is on Thursday.), so I have a people hangover on top of the remnants of The Evil Cold.

Needless to say, my little squid brain isn’t really working all the way at the moment.  So!  Here are some pictures of the series I’ve been working on:  spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement.

I know that I showed y’all one last week, but I can’t remember if I’ve shown y’all the rest of them.

spindle's work, Zellandine's denouement: the moss from Allerleirauh's tree

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement:  the moss from Allerleirauh’s tree

hand-spun yarn (by me; art bat by Hello Purl)

Katrina Blasingame


spindle's work, Zellandine's denouement: first born

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement:  first born

commercial yarns, plastic-clad electronics wire

Katrina Blasingame



spindle's work, Zellandine's denouement: Schneeweißchen's flight into the forest

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement:  Schneeweißchen’s flight into the forest

hand-dyed wool with procion dye in an acid dye method, hand-spun wool (dyed and spun by me), cooper wire

Katrina Blasingame


So, yeah, more of what I’ve been doing.  I’ve also been working on mono-printing as well as more of the Nothing(s), but I still haven’t taken pictures (or scanned the pieces) yet.

One day, soon.  I swear.  Maybe?


stuff and things and other things

So, the real post is going to happen soon.  I’ve been digging about on Caprica (one of my externals) looking for a Humanities lecture I did awhile back so that it can be updated for next week.

Don’t y’all wish that you were having this much fun?

Honestly, the lecture’s always fun (I essentially do “Why the 20th and 21st Centuries Went Collectively Wiggy and How Contemporary and Modern Conceptual Art Reflect That Wigginess.”  Yeah, it’s a bit of a wordy idea.), but the putting it all together and deciding which artists and art to talk about while balancing the idea of thinking critically about art and what constitutes art is always a horror.

…maybe, I should do it as a Prezi this year.  Give everyone motion sickness.

So, I shall leave y’all with this:  images from The Cell, one of the strangest, visually stunning, and oddly interesting movies about serial killers I think I have ever seen.

It was on this morning (great time for it to air, right?), so it’s kinda been rattling about in my head all day.

Beautiful and gory and visceral.  Oh, happiness.  <–I’m like the only visual artist in the universe that actually enjoys horror movies; an entire Art Department thought I was weird because of this.  I’m not kidding.

If the aesthetic seems familiar to y’all, it might be because Tarsem Singh directed it, and he also directed REM’s music video “Losing My Religion” and was also influenced by Mark Romanek‘s Nine Inch Nail’s videos for “Closer” and “Perfect Drug.”

“Losing My Religion” REM

Tarsem’s influences can be seen to cross years and genres here.  Not only does this scene have some of the feeling of Caravaggio, but it also has influences from prayer cards and Mexican art.  Catherine becomes a saint, an almost-Joan-of-Arc image crossed with Saint George killing the dragon.  Or even Saint Michael with his fiery sword.

Nine Inch Nails: Closer (Uncensored) (1994) from Nine Inch Nails on Vimeo.

“Perfect Drug” Nine Inch Nails

Dawn by Odd Nerdrum

The costume design is magnificent and designed by Eiko Ishioka, who died earlier this year.  *SAD*  She also designed the costumes for Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which is another one of those movies that I absolutely love.

Mother and Child Divided by Damien Hirst

It almost seems like cheating to riff off of Damien Hirst.  *shrugs*

Okay, I’m off.  They’ll be something more than “Hey, look at the pretty, creepy pictures that totally influence my art in a assbackwards kind of way if you know where to squint” post here soon.  Take heart.