So, I feel like I should explain somethings–

 

Especially for those of you at home playing the tentacle-made-Tumblr edition. Or those who follow the tentacle-made Facebook page.

Or, ya know *waves encompassingly*, if y’all squint to hard at anything I’m up to.

I’m a complete and utter fangirl/boy/squid, and since my work is conceptually driven by fairytales and popular culture, fandom–in all of its glorious ridiculousness and wonder–is totally my home.

Hell, most of my conference papers, articles, and class papers have involved popular culture in some way.

It’s what I do.

So, yeah, I’ve been kinda absence because fandom sucked me back in in the best possible way, and I’ve been glut-researching for fics that I’m writing–if you like that sort of thing, I have a Supernatural fic about Bobby and a Teen Wolf fic about Stiles that I have recently finished and are posted for the interweb to see…there’s SGA fic over on Wraithbait too–as well as novels that I’m working on because–sometimes–I don’t think of things like pack dynamics, but when you’re writing Therian-based novels, considering pack dynamics is kinda important.

Here’s a weird little taste of The Novel:

Oops, there was the cranky again.  “Nothing,” Delilah sighed resting against the smooth, glowing bark of a hugely ancient birch tree.  “I wasn’t here because there were any signs of Therians.  I was here to live my life.”
 
:That’s what I was doing here too; before every night became about me running from you and our little bantering flirtation.  This is really cutting into my day job, ya know?:
 
“Tell me about it.  I could totally use not doing this every night too.”
 
:Then why are you?  You don’t have too.  What are the other Hoods going to do if you don’t actually hunt me down and kill me?  How will they know?:
 
“Trust me.  They’ll know.”
 
:It’s just an excuse.:
 
I don’t want to kill you.”
 
:Well, I don’t want to be killed.:
 
“Fantastic!  We’re all agreed!”
 
:You make a very bad Hood.:
 
“And you make a lousy rhetorician.  We each have our crosses to bear.”
 
:And everyone’s favorite professor would know all about that, wouldn’t she.:

Yep.  This is what I write:  Hunter and Hunted flirting bantering in the woods.  How is this my life?

So, yeah, in essence, research ate my brain.  It does that sometimes.  And I can totally give out a brilliant list of recs for Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Stargate:  Atlantis, due South, The Avengers and a number of other fandoms that would make y’all weep.

But, also–in the interim–I’ve had a couple of new series ideas rattling around that are scarily largely oh my god, what am I thinking? working off of ideas that would actually take advantage of my fluency in fandom.

So, me with the thinky.  But, I’m not going to tell y’all about them right now.  I have the basics of the ideas down, but I’m waiting for them to mature so that I can fully articulate them to someone–anyone–who doesn’t have an intimate understanding of how my fan-brain and my art-brain work.  So, yeah, ‘Lain’s about it at the moment.

And, I’m still totally PTSD-ing from the Job of Evil Evilness ’cause, ya know, it’s fun for the whole family.

So, the things I’ve been working on in a totally not concentrated or organized way:

spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement: Tsuki no Usagi (rabbit of the moon), Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame, 2012

I’ve been doing some spinning too (silk is a bitch to spin–just sayin’).

These are mini-art batts that I got from Hello Purl all spun up pretty like.

They were an absolute joy to spin.  Just sayin’.

So, yeah, love me, love my art.  Love my art, love my fandom habit.

Courage.

 

 

 

inside the tentacle-made studios (the ARTgarage edition)

So, yeah, before I do anything else, y’all have got to go check out the dance sequence in last week’s episode of Bunheads.  Just, go to minute mark 39 and watch.

I’ll wait.

So.  What’d y’all think?

Leave your thoughts in the comments, and we can all have a nice chat about it.

Okay, yes, real art-blog business.  Right.  A real post.

*tra lala la la la la la*

The ADHD is bad today.  Sorry about that.

*insert segue here*

So, my studio at the ARTgarage is the size of a sneeze.  Totally.  Like, if I take Vincent (my spinning wheel) in there with me, there’s about a foot to a foot-and-a-half of space in front and behind me with maybe 8 inches on either side.*

*I don’t know how accurate those measurements are since I have never actually measured when I was in my studio spinning.  That’d be weird.

This is the view into my studio coming through another Ahliah Zia Shashonah’s studio.  We actually confuse people because our aesthetics are similar enough that it looks like one big studio.  It’s not, though.

Most of the work that I do in this studio is pastel work, spinning, ink, bookmaking, sewing, or the occasionally layer media over monoprint (this is still a developing thing for me).  I get a lot done in a small space and have some lovely display space.

…it also means that I actually have to talk to people on occasion.  If I only worked in the tentacle-made studio at Hemlock House, then I’d probably never speak to anyone other than you lovely people.

Introvert=me.

My work desk with some of my as-yet-photographed Nothing(s) hanging about and some of my hides series.

I like used atlases too, if anyone has any that they’d like to send my way.  Or old books.  Or sheet music.  Or, ya know, stuff.

Panning to the right, you can see my Ur-bag taking up valuable floor space, my craptastic storage (that’s gotten a bit better, admittedly, since I got a little storage cart that goes underneath the work table), and art displayed from the unnamed friends series, the taxonomy series, the impression portraits, and spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement series.

Further to the right is more of my storage, my ARTgarage pastel box (I have one in the tentacle-made studios too), and more of my art:  the scrump series, the chimera series, the unnamed friends series, more of the spindle’s work series, and some random book arts stuff.

And, lastly, my easel, which I have had since I was a teenager, with the first piece in the beast series still on it.

So, yeah, that’s my sneeze-sized studio.  Come by the ARTgarage, and you might see me in it.

And, since we’re on the ARTgarage and me haunting the place on a semi-regular basis, I’m teaching some classes for them this fall:  3 drop spindle workshops (Sept. 13th, Oct, 13th, and Nov. 13th) and a 6 books in 6 hours bookmaking class (Sept. 29th and 30th).  So, if any of those are interesting to you, let me know or check out the classes section of the ARTgarage website.

Mine are not currently listed because they were just turned in last week, but yeah, they’ll be there soon.  I hope.

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.