some may think I'm just a fool tilting at windmills, but maybe I'm not
i have an upcoming art show!
date is to be announced…but i will be showing inkings from my “the invisible exhibitionist” series of self-portraits for the grand re-opening of the commons in viroqua, wi.
whoa.
so i am working on doing more finished versions of the art journal self-portraits i did for three years (almost 500 pages of self-portraits.)
so exciting!
i will keep y’all updated.
also, here is a photo of my art being sold in the local art mart!!
so! the little consignment art mart opened up again & since i have been trying to talk myself in to selling my art there for like six months now…i decided i should call them up and set up a time to bring my art in.
as soon as i thought it, the talking heads “love for sale” began playing on my mix.
you may or may not have noticed that i borrowed that title to use for the page of art for sale on this very site….
so i got out my phone & stared at it for a couple of hours…but eventually made the call…& did drop off art there on saturday.
so i am officially “out there” with my art.
at least in a small town in the driftless region of wisconsin….
baby steps.
anyhoo! this page was inspired by that struggle.
this is based on a journal page from a few months back…. i did it on watercolor paper with bamboo pen & ink brush…
i’m trying to sell art…plus i have a book or two coming out soon…i am trying to make myself more professional & all that jazz…so i upgraded my website. the problem is, i am not at all web savvy.
any suggestions?
anyone know what to do to put my desk in order? (so to speak)
a reader of my blog asked the very important question of where the fuck did these sheep fingers originate anyway (to paraphrase.)
here.
this watercolor done years ago, titled “lincoln tree & sheep fingers” (& available for the low low price of $85)
why did i arbitrarily give the sheep human fingers for legs? i guess that is a question for my psychotherapist…if i were to have one…. however, to answer why i continue to do them–it’s because the swirlyness helps ease my rabid mind. and the fingers help the cynical & creepy part of me feel okay with the cuteness of sheep.
and i do love sheep.
in preparing art to be sold, i wanted to see if i could add color to these & sell them. problem is, they are on illustration board…so the ink kinda soaked right in. i tried to work with it…. i do like the way they turned out though.
i am getting a bunch of artwork ready to sell at a local art mart. so i made this sign.
and! i made business cards! so exciting. now i just need to meet people to give them to.
a recent epiphany made into ink art
i had a clash with one of my publishers. i was trying to be a supportive friend in his time of crisis…but then we totally clashed on a religious plane. he is an atheist, & i am pagan. i was willing to accept his position–he was not willing to accept mine.
so i got pissy.
in my defense, a friend of mine drank all my beer so i have no salve for the rabies in my brain.
i got in a big text fight with dusty on the same day.
sometimes i just really need a beer….
anyhoo
i have found that atheists tend to be even more intolerant of other ideologies than christians are.
& this dude proved me right once more.
sigh.
but it has worked out. he has become my un-a-muse-d.
i know y’all have been missing my so-called poetry….so here’s one i wrote yesterday (since i have not yet gotten my mojo pages in order….)
i am not going
to mail
this letter
i am not going
to hit “send”
blasting
my words
like confetti
in a storm
something that my primate brain
can accept
but can never
understand
so easily
&
instantly
bathing my victim
in my obsessive loneliness
despite his being many miles
away
many worlds
apart
from me
how many times
have i written this letter
how many people have looked away
as i exposed myself
pen on paper
fingers on a keyboard
my stupid message
in a stupid bottle
my longing to be heard
to be understood
by some
warm
body
somebody
am i special
to think someone
could love me
an impossible
thing
that comes so easily
to everyone else
