...it still drips...

current tune: Gotan Project "Epoca"

My living space is my studio space...my art is put everywhere....whether put aside on tables or open sketchbooks sporadically placed about... or torn sheets of drawing paper tacked to the walls as references and/or inspiration. I really am quite thankful for my little Nikon so that I can share all the drawings and things I create or paint...on.

some work:

in-progress drawing started a couple days ago.

The original crow drawing that inspired me to create the prismacolor illustration that I had made into postcards for the opening of my senior exhibition.A collage piece created over this past summer of computer chips dancing with dollar signs [you get the hint]. Some of the collaged pieces need to be tended to...finished, but needs mending.

As a project for one of my courses [Graphic Forms] this past spring 2010 semester we were instructed to choose a specific location of wall along a long and narrow corridor down in the basement of one of the buildings near a pretty neglected studio/classroom. We were to turn our everyday or personal doodles into a mural without a limitation or expectation of 2-dimension or three. The basis of this course was very open, very liberal, and pushed the cognitive abilities of what it means to draw. I loved the course...and of course the professor, who like other genuinely caring people, has been very caring and wonderful during this year despite good and bad circumstances.

The entirety of the corridor [as well as the stairwell] were covered with various interpretations and meanings of personal doodles, likes, and interests that were 2D, 3D, and both. I chose to go with the progression and "flow" of how my illustrations have coming. I began sketching rapidly, questioning myself [while stepping back and forward numerous times for better looks and angles] as I drew straight from my mind right on the spot. I didn't know what the specific subject matter qould entail, but I was ok with that. Through the course of this year I have the advantageous opportunities to try different methods of working on my art and projects; straying from my past routine of sketching to death before creating.

My lovely Roma-gypsy-was the end result.
Spinning her continually growing purple hair into spools of thread.

Unfortunately, by the time I got back down to the Coleman studio and the corridor...a pile of shit had accumulated in front of it. I'll just have to bother my lovely photo love, Shanna for her photos of the mural.I was told Roma was Ukrainian for gypsy, though spelled as poma instead. Even if I am incorrect, she is still my mystical Ukrainian gypsy woman.

Lastly, I been diligently painting away at my door tonight-begining the drips and getting ever so closer to completion! Nicholas generously moved "my canvas" up into the apartment so I could keep with the creative flow into the night, despite the sunshine. I've been working on every bit of it outside up until this point. I'm hoping to have both sides finished by Monday morning.

progress [to date!]:

My ultimate goal is to have the door painted, finished, and set to be tied to the roof of my Merc to be transported to its outdoor space. I need to get my butt moving and finish this piece and the 2+ large boxes of pink plastic lawn flamingos that still need to be "teared up".

can't stop creating.
won't stop being an artist.


p.s. - happy 30th birthday, Pac-man!

pink isn't dead...

current tune: Lady Gaga "Poker Face" (Dave Aude Remix)

A_r_T___U_P_d_a_T_e !!

Photographed and represented through progress:

I am a girl who has discovered the beauty of spray paint early on when painting everyday objects funky colors with a smooth even coat. This little bit began when I was in elementary/middle school when I found out my father had some and would spontaneously decide to re-color our flower pots blue with a gold trim, or a sketchbook cover gold, when I did not need it for a school project.

My father introduced me to the beauty of adding a bit of color when I needed help with school projects...and I do believe one of the first I can recall was an Iroquois longhouse I constructed on a piece of plywood. A Native American project was expected for every 4th grader in the elementary school I went in to help in the learning of the great people who lived in New York State before me...and who treated it better as well.

My father helped strip bark off wood my grandfather had given to us from his woodlot up north for the covering of the longhouse. He also assisted in the imperative "realistic" dirt and grass coloring of the plywood as the base for this project [and how I would carry down the street to school to present] since I was so young. The spray paint was perfect for the objection we were aiming for, and it was a great diagram-even set with my plastic Disney Pocahontas figures to finish it off.

To this day I love my spray paint for covering the everyday objects I needed colored and personified. The above photographs are one piece to the outdoor sculpture I'm creating while I finish creating tears for the 32 flamingos I had ordered to my apartment, and the larger-than-life size cake I have yet to make [not edible of course]. My aim for this piece is to create an outdoor space where this pink painted drippy door is plopped in the earth [to serve as an entryway] to the comical interaction of drippy crying flamingos [mainly on french bonbons created by styrofoam cubes covered in plaster] carrying saucers of cake slices from a giant drippy cake within a grassy space between two buildings [South Campus A & B].

Any and all ideas or comments are welcomed for this piece!