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Randoms Dispatch: travel hair

Travelers have their ways. Some fellows are Jack-and-Coke on repeat. Others order ginger ale (I order it, however, I never drink it in "real life"), as it's more like a hallmark beverage to journeying. Others eat smashed deli sandwiches from their carry-ons. Some watch downloaded movies. Some apply and reapply cosmetics. Time-efficient souls maneuver spreadsheets and riffle-shuffle 1,202 unopened emails as well as seven desktop icons, while juggling small-boxed crackers from the lap region.

I used to loath flying. Got me all anxious from being confined. Now, I look at it as an opportunity to spy on people. It’s the best still-life drawing class. I observe their behavior and how they "live" in their bodies.  Know what else is fun about traveling--seeing people's hair at all hours of un/rest. The balding folks make the journey look effortless: you win. For this comic a particular hairstyle took root....

Randoms Dispatch: Travel Hair

Randoms Dispatch: Travel Hair

Call to Action:

appreciate someone (even a pet!) in your life for something really small. Call it into your awareness. Hold it there. Carry on. Use it to soften your rushed day. 

Thanks for getting real, today…..

Collage of Inspiration, Friday Edition (wk 2)

Another fast week down. More good inspirational "stuff" I picked up, as if the world were a flea market of creativity (at least in my eyes). Here are some goodies I will introduce, pass along, share, etc.

Wayne Lawrence. This Brooklyn-based photography is the sh&t in his documentary style, in the subjects he selects, in his framing, in his lighting, in his absolute control of the frame. His direct and centered aesthetic reminds me of Diane Arbus or Walker Evans. His work focuses on marginalized communities, often forgotten or passed by the mainstream media. Kudos to Mr. Lawrence for showcasing the beautiful people in Orchard Beach: The Bronx Riviera. I love the power of the gaze in each of this subjects to the camera.

Ghost Loft. Leave it to SoundCloud to introduce me to new sounds, vibes of the Los Angeles-based musician/remixer. Enter Ghost Loft's "So High." I completed much inking to this song over the past days....

Seed-to-Table Programs. The seed-to-table school programs allow local farmers to include school-age children in the process of farming food that goes onto their table in the lunchroom. Today I was lucky enough to follow along and witness a program in action. I learned about the compost toilet, the amount of heat horse manure produces, how to layer compost, how to use a wide-edged soil fork. The group of environmental twenty-somethings were genuinely engaged and excited to share their passion for organic farming and vegetable making. 

Below are the photos/illustrations from the week....click on an image to start the brief photo essay with little narratives. 

Have a great weekend. Please send me a comment or note about what inspired you this past week.....

Collage of Inspiration, Friday edition

Looking back over the week, here are some things that inspired me. And perhaps you too get inspired by angles, light, color....small quiet moments? Among the photographs I captured, here are some other media greats I want share....

Sally Mann's Exposure (New York Times), enjoy this article and excerpt from her forthcoming Hold Still: A Memoir With Photographs. It's so exciting to hear Mann talk about her extraordinary work from 20 years ago. I poured over her images and books throughout the years. To "hear" her voice in prose, rather than photography is another new intimacy.

Tritonal's "Satellite." Just a good spring song, with the car windows down and snow covered mountains shine bright against the panoramic clear sky. I'm a sucker for Austin (Texas) ambient and progressive trance groups....

Stay Still, Stay Silent. Leave it to the cool artistry of a Finnish-Swedish woman to transform webcomics to a new level. Amazing work she has online. This inspiration comes from a teenager I mentor, as we discussed her narrative arch/character development on her own webcomic. She's really pushing the boundaries. Exciting to see her develop....

Click on each photo for a little narrative....

Have a great weekend....get outside.

want of confidence

I envy people really focused and really good at one art form. Painter. Writer. Dog groomer. Software developer. Interior designer. Teacher. My artistic arsenal is varied and wide, stretched thin most of the time, which means I have a messy studio and crammed satchel when travelling across the country. I'll come across a kernel of inspiration and then I think: what is the best way to express this--words, photographs, illustrations, what? 

Sometimes I post photographs here when the mood strikes me. As of lately, I have been just keeping most of my artistic work backlogged under lock and key, having no idea what to "do" with it. A studio of creative orphans, I like to think of them.

I came across this pen-ink illustration in a vintage book. And adored the grain of the work. Apparently, it struck a cord...as I think about multi-universes, astral karma cords, energies of attraction, and pursuit of awareness and understanding. A lot going on! I hope you have a functional way of channeling your creative energy. Shiva and Shakti swirl around me, telling me to be patient with my creative self as pieces eek out.

I photographed this from a vintage book about manners and being a woman long ago. Sometimes I am both the mother and child in this image. I bet you are, too, at times, I mean.

I photographed this from a vintage book about manners and being a woman long ago. Sometimes I am both the mother and child in this image. I bet you are, too, at times, I mean.



brace yourself for tiny moments

Recap of mini proportions: a Saturday afternoon impromptu drawing session with daughter (see below), a trip to a new library (ahoy graphic novel section for adults!), and the publishing of a new illustration at The Hairpin called "The Yoga-Juice Continuum." 

 

Sometimes posts are not always timely when you're unplugged most of the day.  My little girl spread out blankets in the woods and asked me to draw blind contours with her. How could I say no.....

Sometimes posts are not always timely when you're unplugged most of the day.  My little girl spread out blankets in the woods and asked me to draw blind contours with her. How could I say no.....

Books on my desk that I will read with fever: 

Go find something to watch, some pavement/trail to pound or carve....and make it a good day. Thanks for stopping by once again.

the kissing kind

Today just happens to be about kissing. The smooch! The tongue wrestlers. The sloppy makers. The dry makers. The groovers. I have two selections for you in the ether of my atmosphere.

1. Please visit The Hairpin for an illustrative social commentary I created that explains the art of smear and wear. I called it "The Smear-Passion Index." Thanks to the editors at The Hairpin, once again.

I had two minutes to complete a blind contour drawing (my self-imposed daily assignment) . I set the clock, plus I had to be somewhere. What came out was disappointing, then I got antsy and scribble-y. I can't help that the nearby Pentel marker set egged me on. This it just what happened. The YouTube kiss video inspired some kind of worm-hole neck scarf between these two strangers with an affinity for each other. I wonder if they exchanged numbers after the shoot wrapped? 

I had two minutes to complete a blind contour drawing (my self-imposed daily assignment) . I set the clock, plus I had to be somewhere. What came out was disappointing, then I got antsy and scribble-y. I can't help that the nearby Pentel marker set egged me on. This it just what happened. The YouTube kiss video inspired some kind of worm-hole neck scarf between these two strangers with an affinity for each other. I wonder if they exchanged numbers after the shoot wrapped? 

2. Here is the YouTube short film "FIRST KISS" that inspired this awry blind contour turned sci-fi ill. See for yourself....

 

rainforest on your tongue

Life out take 1. If you too like creativity and new tastes, buy a little rainforest for the tongue. Product consumed and enjoyed: Organic Jade Pearl Rice by Lotus Foods.

Life out take 2. The other day I conducted an art literary and workshop on Georges Seurat's pointillism and his giant painting "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" to a class of little kids. A tape measure, enthusiasm, Q-tips, tempura paint, and intense concentration pervaded our space. They produced some masterpieces. It's so much fun to see how they each take the concept and run with it in their own imagination. 

I reuse glass jars. Xanthan gum needed a place to live in the pantry. Thank you old Masala jar.

I reuse glass jars. Xanthan gum needed a place to live in the pantry. Thank you old Masala jar.

 

 

a little scatter on the hairpin

The Hairpin Magazine published a little scatter graph of mine (based on highly scientific(?) raw social science data). I will mention here, as a disclaimer, back in the day, I got a terrible grade in college statistics for clinical psychology majors. (Note: I remember breaking down into tears in the professor's office one day. I don't remember why, but I remember him looking visibly uncomfortable. He did not exude warm fuzzies.)  

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person of interest No. 1: the lumber knight

Modern-day knights are not always seen. Sometimes they blend into the crowd or the timber or the ski runs. This one here, will take a black eye, if needed. He kicks ass when deals need to be done, sealed, and agreed upon. He has large biceps, too, to match his unusually large shoulders, which are good for carrying logs, kayaks, children, or a (frisky) wife. He is the Lumber Knight.
Digital drawing.

staying away from the curtain

The cabin has no curtains. Wolf pack, get a load of all this. Wet head out of shower. Morning hair tucked under Burton beanie. Yoga pants + leg warmers. What a treat. An artist needs time to hear the onslaught of creative whispers worth mapping out. I once heard an artist say, Don't look behind the curtain (i.e., don't get bogged down in what others are doing). Keep doing what you're doing no matter what. Here I go.

A little space to call a haven for...something...paltry sketches, I suppose, and other maneuvers of spirited quests. No complaints here. A mouse friend likes tea here, too, I found out. We said hello one morning in the kitchen.

inkblot friday: no 2. seeing what you don't see


 I remember standing in R Lounge, Studio City, one night with my friends. One was getting lit and talking about her cheating husband and how it was okay to cheat back to get back. The energy of the conversation, the loud music, my aching feet—dammit high heels are not comfortable—was getting to my head. In and out of the night, my mind kept going to a different place, Moab (and the world's largest rope swing), a place I wanted to return.  There I was bantering about relationships, while thinking of red rock in a dark bar in a bullshit dress. So goes the idea that what you see is NOT what you get. Happy Inkblot Friday, people of the world.

P.S. I don't own this dress. Olivia Newton John might have though.