don’t mind me; been busy

I’ve been working on a commission all week and getting ready to teach at SAW for the next couple of weeks (It’s not too late!  You can still sign up for classes!  There are adult ones too!) and with the writing for The Rainbow Hub (I’m Trie over there.  And did I mention that my BAMF Women Superheroes series has been extended and now has it’s own drop-down menu?  Tell me that isn’t seriously awesome.  And–if that isn’t all amazing enough–Kelly Sue DeConnick liked my Captain Marvel article.  Take that, snarky voices!), so yeah, I’ve been busy.

unnamed friends: velveteen lynx
2013
fiber sculpture/art doll
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

 

This guy’s almost 2′ tall (he’s 22″).  He took like 30-40 hours to make, and he has a huge washer in his bottom (*snicker* bottom) with magnets so that he sits all proper-like.

…he also came out more Tom Servo that my drawing but whatever.

He was a pain to sew, ngl.

I’ve also gotten hooked on Welcome to Night Vale and have committed fanart–after a fashion:

All Hail the Glow Cloud!
2013
digital painting
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

Basically, he’s the Glow Cloud from Welcome to Night Vale but in the style of my unnamed friends series.

So, “fanart” in the same way that At-At is a Star Wars fanart or God-Emperor is a Dune fanart?  Like, only if you squint?

unnamed friends: At-At
2011
pastel
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame
unnamed friends: God-Emperor
2011
pastel
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

New Quarter’s also going up, and I’m not certain what I’m showing.  *hands*  It just hasn’t been important this week.

unnamed friends: vulture-loon
2013
acrylic and ink on recycled materials
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

unnamed friends: just a squid
2013
acrylic and ink on masonite
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, because I’ve had spinning in my life recently:

Both are Hello Purl art batts; both are just amazing and the best.

*loves on them*

I’ve also set up a Society6 shop, and I am working on setting up a RedBubble shop for all of your tentacle-made studios shopping needs.

So, yeah, just wanted to touch base with y’all while I’m running crazy.

Courage and cake (mmmmmm, cake).

Gallery Nite Green Bay Debrief

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 FacebookTwitter/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.

unnamed friends: fungoid owlet (18/100)
2012
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

I dunno.  I think the other unnamed friends could translate nicely to something Ugly Doll-esque.

unnamed friends: Stymie
2011
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

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.

Instagram photo taken by whee71 (aka Gnome)

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.

This is the wonderful and talented Miss Zoe of Knits by Zoe spinning away on a Hello Purl art batt in order to make her dreads that she sells at The Glass Monkey in Green Bay.

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.

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.

GROUP SHOW!!!

So, yeah, I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I was asked to participate in a group show called CircusNerve.

I delivered my pieces last Friday:  a 24×48 in. painting and a clutch of fungoid owlets.

I’M VERY EXCITED!

unnamed friends: pyramid-bird
Katrina ('Trie) Blasingame
acrylic on canvas
2012

I don’t really have an proper pictures of my fungoid owlets (YET!) except for these.  They’re representative of the series if not completely encompassing of the options.

unnamed friends: fungoid owlet (1/1; for artist's trade)
Katrina ('Trie) Blasingame
fiber
2011
unnamed friends: fungoid owlets (4/100)
Katrina ('Trie) Blasingame
fiber
2011

So, yeah, an idea of what I’ve got in the show.  But, I am only one of many, many artists.

Y’all will have to come and see!

Also, if y’all need something to do this Thursday night, come by the ARTgarage for Gallery Nite.

I’m spinning.

Seriously, I’m spinning yarn.  It’s kinda wild.

Courage and cake.

 

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.

Image
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.

Courage.

*languishes*/ETA *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

***Wordpress is still not spacing correctly.  *FLAILS*  Mad squid is mad.***

     I’m waiting to hear about The Art Garage competition I entered.  I haven’t heard anything yet.

     *is jittery and crazy to know*

ETA:  I just got the call that my both of my pieces were accepted! *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

     Totally compounded by the fact that I now volunteer there.  Talk about a conflict of interests.  <–I was told it wasn’t, but y’all know me, I can’t help but be a worry-wart.

     So, I had promised that I was going to post pictures of the sculptures that I entered.  I was waiting until today because–I don’t know–it seemed appropriate to wait until the competition is over?  Does that even make sense?

     So, my (not-so) little friends.

     The prompt for the show was–

Seeking works of art in all media that focus on personal memories and the essence of our past. Artwork will need to be created with some recycled materials in order to promote the importance of being environmentally responsible.

     And the application asked for–

A brief artist statement must be submitted with the images explaining what inspired this piece of artwork and what recycled materials were used.

     So, my first piece is unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood, and it is, basically, a tree stump (yes, there is a joke in here about my nickname being ‘Trie [tree]).

     This thing was crazy to make and is freaking huge.  It’s about 4 feet tall, hand built (and sewn) from brown paper grocery bags (building a tree from dead trees makes sense to me), has a felt face with buttons, and has crocheted accents and a cardboard interior frame.

     It took a really long time to build.

     The other piece is also quite large.

     Okay, it’s huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge too.  Nearly 4 feet again.

     I keep making things that are nearly the size of me. o.O

     The second piece is unnamed friends:  narwhal, and it is built from old coats that were purchased from the local Goodwill.

     Again with the “it took forever to build.”  Considering I hand-sew everything, that makes sense, but then again, I wouldn’t get the same fluidity and–yes, I’ll admit it–awkwardness if I didn’t hand-sew.

     The artist statement for these pieces was–

The inspiration for unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood and unnamed friends:  narwhal comes from a combination of kawaii culture, children’s storybook narratives like Winnie the Pooh, and memories of my own most beloved toys.  The scale of the sculptures, in relationship to an adult, evokes the feeling of childhood where everything feels large and strange—even one’s toys.  The materials, even though they are primarily recycled, gesture to those parts of childhood that are recycled from others:  clothes that have been handed down, toys that have been inherited or made from old clothes, and books that belonged to older siblings.

The recycled materials in unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood include brown paper grocery bags, cardboard from a shipping container (ironically from Dick Blick), and felt inherited from another artist.  The recycled materials in unnamed friends:  narwhal include a leather coat and a suede-and-faux-fur coat from Goodwill.

     So, those are my friends.  They took weeks and are taking up huge amounts of real estate in my current studio, but they are so freaking cool.

     I shall sleep the sleep of the accomplished tonight. \o/

An ode to the perfect studio–

It’s bigger than a bread box–wait, that’s most things.

It can jump over tall buildings in a single bound.  <–That’s Superman.  *voice over* No copyright infringement is intended.  Al rights remain with the creators of Superman.

It stays minty fresh all day long.  Or was that gum?  Or toothpaste?

Oh, as they say, well.  It’s the perfect studio.

The Husband and I have been searching for a more permanent place to take up residence in the wilds of Wisconsin, and we are all lease sign-y and move in on May 1st.

*dancing blue elephants and confetti and cabbages*

The best part is not the new place to live, but what the new place has that I have never had before:  a garage.  “What’s so great about a garage, squid?”  I hear you asking yourselves.

*points*  Yeah, you in the back;  I heard you.

What’s so great about this garage is  that it is heated, finished, huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge, and *pause for dramatic effect* it has a drain.  In the floor.  That means that I can make paper all.  Year.  Long!

Did I mention it was huge?

Now, let me tell y’all.  I have never had a studio that wasn’t tiny and/or unheated.  Which sucks.  Out loud.

Let me show you pictures of my previous (and current) studios.

To the right, there, is the studio I had in DeKalb.  It was an enclosed front porch.  Had no heat.  No air.  No storage.  No space to change my tiny squid mind.

And cluttered.  Very cluttered.

So not a good thing.

It did have really good light though.

Now, my current studio is in one of the extra bedrooms.  It is tiny, tiny, tiny–like a sneeze tiny.  It has magically craptastic light.  Even less storage, if that’s possible.  (The low drawers behind my stool are holding, mostly, clothes.)

It’s saving grace?  There is heat in it.  I am never a cold squid–sometimes, I’m a bit too warm because I get over-zealous with the space heater, but that’s not the room’s fault.

But, y’all can see how small it is.  This picture was taken from the door to the studio.  It is also where my Mac laptop is housed and my printer because it was really the only place that would work.

There’s also a big old chunk of the room I can’t use because it’s being used as storage for stuff that the Husband moved in when he first moved up here.

Other pictures of the studio–

All of the boat stuff is so not my idea of a good time, but it’s a furnished/decorated place by a lake.  What can I really expect?

So, yeah, that’s what my current studio looks like.  Soon–oh so soon!–there will be my magnificent, beautiful studio!

*looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongs for it*

Also, WordPress is stupid and not spacing this post remotely in the way that it has been told to.  *is really mad*

This is the piece that never ends. It goes on and on, my friend.

Okay, I’m still buried (no pun intended) in my sculpting. The unnamed friend that I’m building for the Art Garage competition has eaten around 14 lbs. of poly-fill, and I’m not done sewing him all together yet.  *laments and tears my hair*

 

Toss into the mix that I’m still building the other sculpture (tree stump-ish creature), and my hands really, really hurt.

 

One day, I will  have a sewing machine that doesn’t hate me so that I can do some of my sewing on it.  <–Okay, that really wouldn’t work with the way my critters are built, but I can dream, can’t I?

 

So, I promised some out loud thinking about ecology and world building as it relates to my conceptual process.

 

Be prepared.  It isn’t fully developed yet.  Mostly because it was a typical-for-me shower revelation.  <–My best ideas either come out of taking a shower or insomnia.  When I can get them to work together?  Pure magic.

 

I’ve always know that I was building creatures and habitats that exist in the same sort of world, but I’ve started to suss out where they exactly fit into that world building.

 

The taxonomy series really come out as the insectoid creatures of the world–which makes sense since, in my head, taxonomic structures are connected to insect collections.

 

I had one when I was a kid.  In a cigar box.  Grasshoppers were the hardest to catch.

 

The chimera series are almost like the old gods of the world.  Giant, eyeless, removed from the rest of the inhabitants of the the world, and totally without compassion for the other creatures that live there–which probably explains why a lot of the references in this series are dependent upon popular culture, fairy tales, and archetypes.

 

The scrump series would be the algae of the world.  Especially, since the amorphous ubiquity of the scrump comes from the mass in Tenchi Muyo, although the name and grotesque nature of the scrump comes from Lilo and Stitch.

 

The habitat series are the places that some of these creatures live (mostly the taxonomy insects).

 

It’s not eloquent or complete, but it was nice to have some of this world building situated more firmly in my head.

 

And, now, I must be away to sew more on the Sculpture That Will Not End.