Creative LGBTQIA/GSM Community Advertisement Boosting

So, my amazing Boss over at The Rainbow Hub is doing this thing for the winter holiday season that’s promoting LGTBQIS/GSRM creators and producers.

If you fit the bill and you wanna participate, here’s the info directly from the Tumblr post:

So we’re near the winter holiday season! People are buying things! Members of the LGBTQIA/GSM community make things people buy! YAY!

In an effort to give our community a boost, we’re setting up a section, accessible at the top of the site menu, to help promote our community folks who do things. Whether it’s art, jewelry, clothing, writing, music, etc… if you create it, we’d like to give you some free advertisement during the Holiday buying season.

For anyone interested in participating, send us an email at along with the name you want to be listed under, as well as your online shop (Etsy, eBay, Smashwords, a personal blog… whatever you use) information and a photo/sample of your work to put up.

Signal boosting is always appreciated, and helps draw visitors to help our members out.

WE CHARGE ABSOLUTELY NO REFERRAL FEES. This is our way of trying to give our community a boost in their creative endeavors.

Happy creating!

This is an amazing opportunity to get your work seen/read/listened too and support other LGTBQIA/GSRM creators and producers.


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?



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
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!
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
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame
unnamed friends: God-Emperor
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
acrylic and ink on recycled materials
Katrina (‘Trie) Blasingame

unnamed friends: just a squid
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).

Definitely DePere tomorrow; tentacle-made studios will be at Inspired Athletica.

So, yeah, me and my art are going to be at Inspired Athletica tomorrow, which–yeah–sounds kinda odd for me since I’m around little thing…

BUT!  They print their own shirts and have some really kinda awesome graphic design going on, and they’re three sibs all in their 20s.  Y’all have to admit, that’s kinda bamf.

I’m kinda digging some of their gear.

all designs are by Inspired Athletica

Seriously, I may have to buy this shirt while I’m there.

I’m also liking this one:

all designs by Inspired Athletica

Ya gotta love a local company being operated by younglings that makes clothes that are purely about helping to promote a healthy self-image and self-confidence–particularly for kids.

And, Callie (one of the sibs) is super-sweet.


Okay, sorry, I’m gushing ’cause they’re just so adorable (in the best way), and the world could use a little more positivity.  <–I know, the curmudgeonly misanthrope is gassing on about positivity; the world’s finally decided it’s 12/21/2012 in earnest.

I’ve been making some new buttons for the occasion (mostly because it’s about where my brain is working the last couple weeks).

green is not a creative colortentacle-made 1 slash responsibly

friends don't let friends eat the rude damsel

This isn’t all of them, but it’s a few.

Okay, I’ve got buttons to make and paintings to try and finish and freaking out to do.

Remember to check out The Rainbow Hub.  I’m over there writing as Trie, and basically, I’m writing film reviews, the BAMF Woman Superheroes series, and, right now, review Orphan Black.

Once Fall hits, I’ll be review Agents of SHIELD, which is \o/!


Words of reason from Brian Eno: not art but triggers for experiences.

In this article about Brian Eno on art, Eno said that we should

Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.

I like this.  Triggers of experience is really what most of us are trying to do, and I think there’s an argument to be made that this what conceptual art is at it’s most basic:  experience, memory, thinking, connection.

I also think that this definition really allows for those grey places between art and craft and artisan.

…I still need someone to explain how the watercolor paintings of pretty ducks counts as art, but viewed through this lens, I can see how someone might have an experience trigger with it.

Unfortunately, because of this definition of art-as-experience-trigger, it’s easy to fall back into the outmoded “I know what I like./I know art when I see it, and that’s not it./My kid could do that.” mentality because this lens leaves out the critical thinking (and the encouragement of critical thinking) that’s inherent in art.

So, there’s that.

And I’ve made myself sad.

Like ya do.

So, yes, I may have mentioned that I started doing some freelance writing?

Well, if y’all are interested in that sorta thing, I’m writing for The Rainbow Hub as Trie.

Here are my articles thus far (NB:  My articles usually come out on Tuesday, but if I write two for the week, the second comes out on Wednesday.):

Can y’all tell that I still title things like I’m in academia?

So, I’ve been making bookmaking demos for my friend bloo, and yeah, I think they’re kinda horrible, but she seems to be enjoying them.

Maybe y’all will too?


3-hole pamphlets

Soooooooooo, I mentioned Definitely DePere (which, by-the-by, I will be at June and July also).

tentacle-made studios’ display at the May Definitely DePere.

Crinoline Vortex (unplugged!) at Definitely DePere…basically lazing about my display.  He does this a lot.

IDEK, what I’m doing this week.  I think I’m trying to finish catching y’all up, but largely, I’m just kinda blah and meh.  I’ve got emails to respond to and research to do for my next article (re:  reading Black Widow comic books) and finishing processing photos from the Supernatural cosplay that I shot for some of my friends.

I’ve totally got more things to show y’all, but this post is getting way long…and I really should be in my studio working on things and trying to sort out Life, The Universe, and Everything, but TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY!


As always, I am remiss.

So, yeah, I’ve been missing again. Busy, busy, and–just for a change of pace–really massively busy.

And, currently, I’m sitting at the Traveling Treadlers spinning meeting not doing anything fiber-related. Because of reasons?

I have all sorts of things to tell y’all, but like I said, I’m out and about.

Oh, what the hell.

So, I was at Definitely DePere, and these are the pictures I took at it.













There are vids too that I’ll upload too.

I’ve also recently finished three new, mixed media, conceptual pieces:




Aaaaaaaaaand, if that hasn’t been enough crazy, I taught a bookmaking class over the weekend, taught a bunch of 4th and 5th graders how to make books, picked up a writing gig with The Rainbow Hub as a media reviewer, and have picked-up another fiber guild/group (that needs a lot of help).

Which our last meeting, Sandy Melroy did a silk painting demo for the group. This is what I did with my sample:


I’m demo-ing bookmaking next month.

So, yeah, all the busy. When I’m back at the studio, I’ll try to be a little less list-y for y’all.


“No matter who you vote for, make sure you vote.” (“Game On”, 4.5, West Wing)

Really, I think that it’s clear who should be elected, but I know that my opinion is not everyone (or anyone) else’s opinion–so yeah.

So, if y’all haven’t voted today, get on that donkey like now.  It needs to be done.  This is how we are heard, and sometimes, being heard means that our better angels can shout down other’s devils.

It’s important.

This time more than maybe any other.

So, yeah, I’ve been promising a National Novel Writing Month post (and have been avoiding it because I’ve been saving my words for my novel, but I think I might have a few to spare today).

National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo to those of us poor souls that schlep through it every year) is basically attempting to write a 50,000 word novel (roughly equivalent in length to Brave New World by Aldous Huxley) over the course of November.

Yep, you read that right:   50,000 words in 30 days.

Terrifyingly, it’s actually doable.

You don’t worry about out-of-character-ness, grammar, spelling, plot-holes, or anything.  That’s all worried about in the editing.  You just worry about getting out a draft.

My novel this year was actually sparked by my series spindle’s work, Zellandine’s denouement (and Gnome saying, why don’t you do Zellandine’s Museum and have all you pieces be in it all Night Gallery-esque), so kinda derivative from shows like Night Gallery and Warehouse 13 and Friday the 13th:  The Series but different. <–Yes, I am ridiculously well-versed in bad horror and scifi series.  Deal with it.

My main character is Enim Hallow, who is the most recent generation of Hallows and becomes the Object Curator of Zellandine’s Museum.  My other characters are Benedict “Benny” Orwell Timothy Carroll IV, the Objects Auditor; Orestes “Wolf” Lacon, Object Security and Stabilization; Zellandine “Z” Rose, Object Research and Collection; and Gilmer “Gil” Enkid, Object Tracker.  A couple of characters from my other novels are making cameos:  Jael Delilah Scarlett, a Hood (basically, the Hoods are were-animal Hunters, but Delilah isn’t really having it; she’s also what is called an Enkite [i.e., she’s a knowledge keeper] who is being recruited into the Ninkasi, a secret order within the Enkites who want to bring down the Hoods), and Tierney MacKay, an Indidem Sanguine (sort of a born-vampire).


After a fashion.

Basically, before the entire vampire-thing, Tierney and Enim went to art school together.


It makes more sense in my head, I think.

But, yep, this is November.  I’ve completed NaNo before, but this time, I’m aiming for something a bit further along on the useable than my other novels have been (like, there might be a plot that can actually be used, and characters that don’t need a drastic overhaul when I’m done).

An excerpt:

Enim just—stopped. He stopped and he looked around Zellandine’s Museum and saw nothing that looked remotely dangerous.

Honestly, if Enim hadn’t been being told his entire life that many of these objects were exceedingly old, he had have thought that they were pieces of contemporary art. Really, he didn’t think that they were that old; they were just made by an artist he had never heard of, had never met.

Because that was the way of the world sometimes.

Seriously, they would have been incredibly interesting art pieces, and yeah, there were pieces that were just like “what the actual fuck are these things doing in a Museum?”–like the old turquoise glass stoppered bottle that was filled with sea urchin carapaces and spins.

Pretty, but seriously huh?

But, evidently, the oldest piece (and the piece that looked least like it was old) was a piece called Zellandine.

Evidently, the Museum was named after this piece.  Or the piece was named after the Museum.

Or, door number three, there was absolutely no correlation between the name of the Museum and the name of the piece.


But it was described as being made of handspun yarn, copper wire, handspun silk, handmade flax paper, and ink.

Okay, yeah, that was pretty obvious what it was made of—if you had been to art school and actually had had classes in fiber and paper and metal—but that was not really all that helpful. Or, honestly, descriptive.

But, there was something about it that made Enim want to touch it.

It looked soft, like, really soft. The fiber part, that is. And the flax paper that stood out, was sew to the fiber so that it fluttered and moved in every single tiny breeze, made an amazing rasp-slither-crinkle sound that set Enim’s nerves on edge but was also almost addictive.

Yeah, sensory art. Kinetic art. Fiber art. Total turn-ons for Enim’s art-prone brain.

…maybe he would just touch. No one would know—

The bell above the door tinkle-jingled causing Enim to jump back away from Zellandine really not knowing—remembering—why he had wanted to touch the piece so badly.

Enim turned to see who had actually come into the Museum (Had anyone ever even come into the Museum?) He had been coming here his entire life—like, he was fairly certain that he had been born in the preservationist room, but whatever—and Enim could not really think of anyone other than his family—extended and close and unknown and every flavor in-between—having ever stepped foot into the Museum.

So, yeah, that’s a little bit of the 12,000+ words I’ve written so far.

It seriously took like 4,000 for Enim and Benny to finally have a conversation that was, ya know, doing anything to forward the plot.

Okay, back to the salt mines.

Happy Election Day!

NaNo 0n.


Take two.

Before I get bogged into the crazy that my art practice has been for the last bit, I just wanted to mention to Green Bay area peoples that tomorrow night is Gallery Nite, so if y’all want to come and chat with me in person, meet the girls from Hello Purl or Zoe from Knits by Zoe, or really just see a whole bunch of art, y’all should come to Gallery Nite.

The four of us are going to be at the ARTgarage.

So, yeah, stuff and things.

Really, for those of you playing at home, I haven’t been getting much more done that spinning art-yarn and some writing.

Although, I did teach my first drop spindle class at the ARTgarage last week.  It went really well, like, really well.  The drop spindles I made worked just fine, and I had plenty of material for the students, which go squid!

top-whirl drop spindles, handmade by me


class kits, fiber provided by Interlacements

If anyone’s interested, I’m teaching another drop spindle class on the September 29th and another on November 13th.  Additionally, I’m teaching a 6-books-in-6-hours class on November 10th and 11th.

…really, I need to make more drop spindles. *sigh*  Sanding is so not my favorite thing.

So, ArtStreet was fun and I picked up some fiber to spin from Hello Purl and picked up some commission spinning, which was one of the strangest things I think I’ve ever done, but it’s spun, plied, and ready to be handed of to it’s owner at Gallery Nite.

Of course, I don’t think I took a picture of the art batt I got at ArtStreet before I spun it up.

Hello Purl art batt plied with lattice/stain glass commercial yarn stretched on a knitty-knotty.


Hello Purl art batt plied with fun commercial yarn still on the spindle.
Skeins of plied yarn all from Hello Purl art batts.

Do y’all sense a theme here?  I really do get everything from either Hello Purl or Interlacements.

Customer loyalty and all that.

The skein on the far right is from this art batt.

Hello Purl art batt, pre-spinning.

And, y’all get to see how just messy my office desk is all the time.  Although, now, it’s being protected by four of The Avengers in bobble-head form.

The commission spinning went well (because commission spinning is cool like bowties and fezs but not like stetsons).

commission spinning on spindle


commission spinning skeined and stacked

I also got this obnoxious thing spun.  Really, this stuff just sucked to spin.

domestic wool and teal angelina

I’m not going to subject y’all to the writing today, though y’all might like it.  I do have a bit of talent with words with all that education I have, but yeah, this is what I’ve been doing during my Funk to End All Funks.

I’m not sure it’s better, but I’m freaking out about so many other things that I’m getting art and writing stuff done in self-defense.

Because I freak out like no one y’all have ever met (maybe), and I have productive freak outs.

It’s like productive insomnia.  We should bottle it and sell it to all the people.

And, if y’all want to keep up on my writing and things a bit more real-time, try my Tumblr.  Yeah, it’s kinda fandom(s) heavy, but it’s kinda fun.  I’ve totally come out all of it with new things to read and listen too because fandom is huge and awesomely weird.




it’s that time again. insomnia time.

So, yeah, the insomnia has hit again. Like it does.

Although, this time, I was able to catch the ass-end of Julie and Julia (totally one of my favorite movies), and it caused me to remember back in 2009, when I had taken a year off of school to suss out what exactly I was going to be doing with the rest of my life (a rest-of-my-life that lasted about a year and half), I wrote briefly for Handmade News‘s “Just for Fun” department.

And, since it’s National Novel Writing Month and I’m really behind on my novel, the insomnia is really insane and Julie and Julia was on, I’d go back and revisit the movie review that I had written of Julie and Julia for Handmade News.

‘Cause I’m weird.

And a procrastinator.

Also? Because, sometimes, reading what you have written before can be a heartening experience when you’re in the midst of a new writing project.

I.e., it reminds you that, even if you’re completely sucking right now, you once knew how to write, and possibly, you might remember how to write again.

Oh, melodrama. <–Can y’all tell that I grew up reading and watching Anne of Green Gables?

So, yeah, here it is so that y’all don’t have to over to the actual review (‘though, y’all should check out HMN).

Julie and Julia tells the story of young Julie Powell as she cooks her way through the 524 recipes in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking in 365 days. That much, you figure out from the previews. What the previews aren’t saying is how supremely sweet and touching Julie Powell’s story is because it isn’t just the story of one New Yorker rapidly approaching thirty, but really, the story of all of us that are searching for a way to free ourselves from our own indecision and looking for a dare-to-be-great situation. Julie Powell’s story of empowerment is framed by Julia Child’s story of self-discovery as she learns to cook at Le Cordon Bleu and, eventually, writes Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Although this movie probably qualifies as a “chick-flick,” it’s an oddity in the romantic comedy genre due to everybody already being married, but more than that, a lot of what is fantastic about this movie can be summed up in two words.

Food. Porn.

Director-writer-producer Nora Ephron deftly intersperses Julie Powells’s histrionics and Julia Child’s escapades with glorious, gratuitous food porn. It’s like Food Network in a movie theatre. That alone would have made this movie worth watching, but what was completely brilliant and supremely touching was the relationship between Paul Child (Stanley Tucci) and Julia Child (Academy Award®-winner Meryl Streep) set in the beautifully scenic Paris of the late 1940s and early 1950s and then in a succession of anonymous, European apartments until, finally, Julia and Paul move into their famous Cambridge Massachusetts house.

The portrayal of Paul-—which is largely based upon surviving letters that Paul wrote to his brother Charlie, letters that Julia wrote to her friend Avis, and Julia Child’s autobiography My Life in France—is wonderfully deadpanned and quirky, and Tucci, whose performance as Puck in the 1999 adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was unforgettable, catches those aspects of Paul exactingly, which is heartbreakingly obvious in Paul’s consideration of Julia throughout the film. Streep’s Julia is full of a madcap silliness that is completely believable if you’ve ever watched “The French Chef,” yet with an under-riding melancholy that infiltrates the film and is used to frame Julie’s own emotional setbacks and disasters with relationships and her job as well as trying to reconcile the Julia in her head and the Julia who lives and breathes in the world.

Before there is the misapprehension that this movie nothing but melancholy, there is a wickedly brilliant, sharp wit that pervades Julie and Julia and can be heard in the words and phrases that are nearly lost between Julia and Paul as scenes change and can be seen by incidents like the juxtaposition of the ritual boiling of lobsters for Lobster Thermidor with the Talking Head’s song “Psycho Killer.”

Amy Adams (Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian) and Chris Messina (Made of Honor) are fantastic as Julie and Eric, the quintessential functionally dysfunctional contemporary couple stuck in an apartment they don’t really like and in jobs that aren’t as fulfilling as they would want. Adams’ Julie is completely neurotic and brilliantly spastic while Messina’s Eric acts as a way to temper the craziness in much the same way that Tucci’s Paul balances Streep’s Julia, mirroring each other so that, even when Julie learns that Julia doesn’t care for The Julie/Julia Project, there are no hard feelings from the viewer toward Julia Child.

Julie and Eric become somewhat of a critique of blogging culture and hipsters for thirty-something couples, but Adams and Messina are so real in their portrayals that it’s hard to think badly of Julie and Eric since it seems that they are trying to find meaning whereas many soon-to-be thirty-somethings aren’t. This critique is set among a cheerily-gloomy New York one year after 9/11: Julie’s cubicle is the soft yellow that screams of some bureaucrat’s idea of “soothing” and “calming” while the street scenes are bare and often concrete in contrast to the wonderful crowded-ness of Julie and Eric’s apartment that is, as we are reminded, “900 square feet”—-and above a pizzeria.

Overall, although the film probably won’t be winning too many awards since it doesn’t have Tom Hanks dying of some horrible disease, it is sweet and witty, empowering and charming, and you’ll likely come away with a hearty appetite–both for food and for cooking.

Bon appétit!

Not precisely the kinda thing that y’all are probably expecting from a studio art blog (although, those of you that have been here for ever and ever and ever probably aren’t surprised by my little forays into writing).

Totally understandable since artists are not generally thought of creatures given to work with the written typed word, but words have always been important to me (as if evidenced by a degree in Literature and a job history littered with writing-oriented jobs).

It’s also incredibly important to my art, e.g., the unnamed friends series all have L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E poetry not-fairtales that accompany them. Also, Artist Books, for me, is less about the physical book-making (although that is important–form must meet function, after all), but more about the transmission of information, of concept.

And, the novels that I write during NaNoWriMo and the scripts that I write during Script Frenzy are where the fairytales, mythologies, narratives, and popular culture references that appear in my work get dumped stored a lot.

Think of them as my external hard-drives. <–See, ‘Lain, I do have an external storage center for my brain-files!

So, odd as it is, story-writing is part of my conceptual process and, therefore, part of my art-making.

I’m not certain that I had really verbalized that for myself before.

Nice to know all of it works together.