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Polymer Convention in Baltimore – Part 2.

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

I didn’t really see the possibilities in polymer clay before because most of the work out there is, for lack of a better work, clunky. There was nothing delicate, nothing precise and defined. And then I found Jeffrey Lloyd Dever. JLD is a renowned polymer artist. He’s in galleries. He’s in museums. He is my polymer hero.

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I mean, look at this sculptural teapot, for crying out loud. How awesome is this thing?

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It is also over $4,000. I don’t often use emoticons, but I will make an exception here. :(

One of the reasons I went to this convention was to study at the feet of the master. I consider myself able to speak fairly coherently, but when I met Jeffrey Lloyd Dever, I turned into a total three-year-old. (”HELLO. I CAME TO THIS CONVENTION BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.”) However, he seemed to be okay with that, and he gracefully dealt with my tendency to stare unblinkingly at him whenever he was around.* But the best thing was that JLD had a few pieces for sale. Granted, they were pricey, but not atrociously so. And… I bought one. I totally did! It’s a little piece. It’s supposed to be worn as a pin, but I intend to get a small shadowbox and hang it on the wall. I loves it so very much. It’s like owning an original da Vinci for me. Here’s a crappity picture I took of it.

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*What? He might do something creative and genius and I would miss it. Must… maintain… constant… eye contact…

Polymer convention in Baltimore – Part 1.

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

I bet you thought I was dead, didn’t you? Well, I wasn’t! I was at a convention in Baltimore, my very first convention about anything. It was for polymer clay. As you may or may not know, I have taken an interest in polymer clay lately because I see buckets of potential in it. I wrote a whole entry on it previously. The convention was lovely, I must say. Everyone was really nice and informative and I learned all kinds of new techniques and what the material is capable of, etc.. I took a whole mess of notes. Unfortunately from a picture-taking angle, we didn’t actually make anything. We just learned about making things. So almost all of my classes looked like this:

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And we were not allowed to take pictures in the gallery or exhibition hall, so I have no cool pictures of the convention to share with you. However, I am able to show you some pictures of the hotel we were in. It was so very pretty. It’s called the Tremont Grand on St. Paul Street in Baltimore. It was built as a Masonic Hall in 18-something-something, and the architecture is impressive. It’s not how I would decorate my house, but it is definitely stunning.

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And the architecture in Baltimore itself, oh, it is something else. The many crack-addled people sauntering around the neighborhood the hotel was located in (anybody see The Wire? Yeah, it was like that), even they looked beautiful against the turrets and bay windows and columns. It’s just beautiful. Here’s a building that caught my eye. I wouldn’t mind living there, not one bit.

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And here’s a building from the Art Deco period with owls (must I remind you of my feelings for owls?), but more importantly, angry sparrows! And the city’s mascot, the crab!

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Tomorrow I will tell you of my exciting Baltimore convention purchase.

We now take a short break for some cute.

Friday, February 19th, 2010

I found some more pictures of really swell cupcakes on Flickr:

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and my personal favorite, mainly for the name: The Straw-Berried Treasure Cupcake.

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The cute inspiration bug bit me again recently when I saw the submarine tea thingie.

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That makes me so happy. I have loose tea that I use occasionally, I may end up purchasing this.

Also, on a more macabre but still cute note, how badly do I want this wallpaper? (Answer: really freakin’ badly).

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I love animals. I love anatomy. I love black and gray. I want – nay, I NEED – this wallpaper.

Westminster Dog Show 2010. Also, belated Christmas present.

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

1. Snorth and I exchanged holiday presents in February (hey, are you perfect? I think not), I gave her the “Rubenstein D’Grumples” drawing, and she surprised me with this great piece. Here’s the back story: Snorth bought a flower pot that looks like a snail. It cracked, so she was no longer able to put plants in it. Instead of weeping and rending her garments, she repurposed it. She crocketed a little dome out of eyelash yarn, which looked like a little moss cap, and then crocketed accompanying mushrooms on top of that. Snorth stuffed the snail pot and put this moss ‘n’ mushrooms on top and voila: instant terrificness.

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Isn’t that charming? I don’t know where to put it in my apartment yet, but I love it and I’m going to find it a good home.

2. DOG SHOW OMG BBQ. Anyone who reads this blog knows how much I look forward to this thing every year. And this year was no disappointment. My camera decided to die last year at Westminster, so I was concerned I wouldn’t have any pictures this year with my new camera, like I was cursed. But my new camera did great and many of my pictures came out just fine. I’m going to take you through the benching area which isn’t photographed much. It’s where the dogs are groomed and where they wait before being judged.

There are these little patches of wood shavings throughout the room, and that’s where the dogs relieve themselves before heading out into the ring. Here are two papillons (French for “butterfly”, so called because of the giant, wing-like ears) contemplating takin’ a tinkle.

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In order to keep your beast looking their best, you have to use a myriad of styling tools on them. The groomers use all the ones you see at the salons: hairdryers, hairspray, brushes, combs, fancy foot baths, even eye shadow. And oh so many hair clips and hair ties. Here you see a fine fellah rockin’ some sweet blue ones.

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Here’s an afgan wearing a snood. The afgan’s ears are long and covered with hair, and you don’t want that dragging on the ground and in their food bowl, do you? No, you don’t. So many dogs with ears like that are seen wearing what appears to be festively-colored granny-panties on their head.

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This one is blurry, but I couldn’t not include it. This dog has his ears wrapped, I don’t know why. I’m sure they have a good reason. It does make the dog look really silly, like a highly displeased Pippy Longstocking. I giggled when I saw him.

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This dog is getting a foot bath. I guess his feet were shmutzy. I just loved how he looked like he had been on a coffee and cigarettes bender for a week.

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This is a sheepdog wearing socks. Please note how fluffy the dog is, and then look at the socks and realize how skinny he actually is under all that fluffitude. The handler was helpful in telling me that this was the back end of the dog (sometimes it is hard to tell).

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And this is the front.

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I loved this dog solely because he reminded me of Stains.

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Here is a picture of the nicest German shepherd you ever could meet. It liked to hop up on its back legs, put its front legs on its owner’s shoulders, and give her kisses all over her face. Awwwww.

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These is my most favorite dog breed in the whole world, the Borzoi. Borzois are also known as Russian Wolfhounds. They have been used in art and paintings for centuries because they’re so elegant and lithe.

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Here is a male and female borzoi hangin’ out, being photogenic unintentionally. Even when they’re not trying to be pretty, they are.

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And here’s a female borzoi laying on the ground, having a meaningful discussion with my mother. I think I’m going to have this framed for her.

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Marian Bantjes.

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

I first saw Marian’s work when I was working at BBDO. On my way from Grand Central Terminal, I often walked past Saks Fifth Avenue. One day, I noticed that their window displays had stellar vinyl lettering representing various elements in their stores.

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Now, I check a variety of design blogs throughout my day, and luckily Marian and her phenomenal calligraphy got blogged about. I looked up her other work and became smitten. I am a huge fan of calligraphy and art nouveau, and Marian has an appreciation for letter arts and a fluidity of line that is, well, perfect, really. I’ve seen a bunch of people imitate her, and I can always pick them out. They’re just not quite on her level. She’s the best.

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And charts… you all know how I feel about a well-designed chart, right? (quick answer: I freakin’ love them.) She designed maybe the greatest chart ever. I have no idea what it’s for, but if I could ever get my hands on a print of it, I would be ecstatic. Perhaps I would even swoon and be in dire need of a fainting couch. That’s how much I love this chart.

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Failey McFailpants. And life drawing.

Monday, January 11th, 2010

First, I have a cold. My nose is polished like an apple from all the tissue-rubbage. Then, you know that big thing I working on for work, all day every day for what seems like forever (about 100 days, in reality)? We didn’t get the project. And last night, I was working on the Rubenstein D’Grumples piece and I think I’m going to have to scrap the complicated frame thing that I worked on for twelvityteen hours. I’ll blog about that later. All in all, a week/weekend filled with FAIL. Which is disappointing. However, during New Year’s weekend, because of work I canceled all my plans to have fun with people – except one. I had found a list of inexpensive things to do in the city, and one was to draw burlesque dancers, life-drawing-style, for ten dollars. So, sure enough, on January 2nd, I headed down to the Slipper Room on the Lower East Side and attended Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art Class. I figured it was only ten bucks and one of two things could happen: it could be a not-very-good drawing class and I could have a cool story to tell later, or it could be great drawing class and I could have some drawings come out of it. It turned out to be a bit of both. A little back history first. I have been taking life drawings on and off for almost twenty years, and I love taking classes. The human body never gets old, and you always come out better than you went in. You improve at drawing hands, or you have a more fluid line, or you can increase your ability to define shadows, etc. Here are some drawings from some of my previous classes.

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See? I tried different things with each of those drawings, and in turn I got more gooder at drawin’. Back to the class: I trekked down to The Slipper Room and went in, where I was greeted by a person in a full-body chicken suit (of course! Why the hell not?). The chicken held up a small placard which said, “Welcome! if you are not on the list, it will be $12.” I spoke directly into the chicken’s mouth and informed it that I was on the list. After the chicken found my name, it picked up a second placard that said, “Thank you! Please take a seat anywhere.” (It was an extremely courteous chicken.) I found a seat up near the front where the stage was and proceeded to chat with the girl next to me who was a chemist and had worked for a soy sauce company. The place filled up pretty fast with a plethora of youthful hipsters (I wanted to yell at all of them, “Wash you hair! Pull it out of your eyes! Hey, you ever heard of doing laundry? Look into it!” I am old). Then the people in charge came up on the stage. Apparently there is a theme to every Anti-Art Class, and this one was Disco Bloodbath. For those of you who weren’t keeping up with your New York gossip in the mid ’90s, here’s a short history. There was a club kid named Michael Alig and he threw parties at major clubs in the city. He got into a dispute over money with his drug dealer Angel Melendez, so in a drug haze Alig whacked Angel in the head with a hammer, injected Drano into his veins, and put him in a tub full of ice. A few days later, Alig lopped Angel’s legs off and tossed him in the Hudson. Alig then proceeded to tell this story to EVERYONE HE KNEW, and no one turned him in. It took a while for him to go to prison (where he is now). His club friend James St. James wrote a book about the whole thing called Disco Bloodbath. And Macauley Culkin restarted his career starring as Michael Alig in the movie Party Monster. So that being the theme, the hosts of this event were dressed as characters from this sordid tale, and the model had props such as a hammer, a bottle of Drano, a comically large fake syringe, and a skull. The model was spectacular. Her name is Madame Rosebud, and really, she was the best model I’ve ever drawn. She looks like this.

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But she had her hair all spiked up on her head, and she was covered in strips of black and white electrician’s tape (which was very irksome to an old-school life drawer such as m’self; I couldn’t define her edges). She did the standard ten one-minute poses, then five-minute poses, then three twenty-minute poses. And she worked HARD. In one of her five-minute poses she had her tongue out, and she didn’t even drool all over herself. And in one of her twenty-minute poses, she had her arm straight out. For twenty minutes. That hurts so, so much. I tipped her a whole bunch, I was so blown away. I got three good drawings out of the experience. These are two five-minute ones.

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And this is the twenty-minute one where she had her arm out. Two things: that is not armpit hair, I had just started to incorporate shadows when the pose ended, and that’s as far as I had gotten. And I learned that when a slim model with spiked hair and no bosoms poses for you, your drawings predominantly look like AstroBoy.

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Happy 2010.

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

Hey hey, Happy New Year! It’s been ever so exciting here at the ranch. I celebrated the new year by… working. Every day. For a minimum of 12 hours a day. It was kinda sucky. I did, however, work from home on New Year’s Eve, so Cricket and I took a break at 11:15 and wandered down into the center of White Plains to see the fireworks. I love fireworks. I will travel many, many miles for good fireworks and/or good Christmas lights. So we all counted down and then the fireworks started off the top of the mall. They were low-exploding fireworks, which was fine, so they had bunches of not-terribly-large ones go off in groups. They were like dense shrubbery, which was a nice change from the standard BOOOM! (pause) BOOOM! (pause) style we are all accustomed to. Here’s the problem: the first few were beautiful (”ooooh, ahhhhh”) but the copious amounts of smoke didn’t clear, so within thirty seconds we couldn’t see any fireworks, just occasionally colored and lit-up smoke. It looked like a Civil War reenactment on top of the Macy’s. Sorta disappointing. I’m hoping they resolve that by next year.

Okay, so first I’d like to share some of my newest spam comments. They’ve gotten very complimentary. I know they’re just form letters sent to everyone in the known universe, but every time I read one, I always think, “Why, thank you. Aren’t you a nice spambot. Knowing my name and everything.”

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I also got this very thoughtful porn one, which caused me to crack up.

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I feel like I’m reading a Trader Joe’s catalog. I have found that porn is very much “as described.” If they say the video is of two guys, three girls and a sheep, changes are that is exactly what you are going to get. I don’t know if we need this organic, free-range, quality-control website. Also, I don’t know if the panda was consulted on this. “Hey, your face will be a symbol for porn, but only good porn, nothing trashy. Everyone will associate your face with porn. Panda, porn. Porn, panda. How do you feel about that?” And I just realized something. Aren’t pandas dying out because they don’t like to breed? Oh, irony, I could cut you with a spoon. Because I have ten thousand of you, and all I need is a knife.

And my final spam comment amuses me because I love that it’s written by a grammar nazi.

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I love this new trend. I want all my spam to be like this. “If the name ends in an ’s’, the apostrophe goes on the outside and no additional ’s’ is needed. Levitra levitra levitra.”

By the way, this particular comment is wrong. I was taught a long time ago that in sentences like, “Go,” or “Look,” the word “you” at the beginning is implied, making it a full sentence, with both a noun and a verb.

Moving on from spam to holiday gift-giving, I’ve been stalking this woman on Etsy whose username is Geninne. I love her watercolors, so for Hanukkah slash Christmas I purchased three of her pieces, one small poster and two prints. I love them so very much.

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Aren’t they happy and wonderful? I’m going to get them framed and hang them somewhere in my apartment. I’ll take pictures when I do that so you can experience the delight along with me.

Target hexagons, then Avatar review.

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

I went and saw Avatar: Dances with Smurfs* the other night. In Imax. In 3D. And no, I did not puke, thank you very much. But before I did that, I went to Target to pick up dishwashing liquid and lookit: hexagons! My favorite polygon is Target’s primary Christmas decoration!**

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So, Avatar. There’s nothing I can really say that no one has said before. It’s very visually stunning and the plot is lame and if you do go see it, see it in 3D, because they do 3D correctly. They don’t have things popping out and punching you in the face, they have subtle elements creating depth, which is fine and lovely and why I didn’t get eye strain or a headache. Okay, some notes:

- You know the Disney movie Pocahontas? It’s the same plot. There’s a scene where hot blue native chick is taking ignorant white guy/avatar through the forest and she’s teaching him to appreciate nature and the music swells and for a brief second I thought I would hear Vanessa Williams start, “Can you PAINT with all the COLORS of the WIIIIIIIIIIND?!??”

- The subtitles are in orange-colored Papyrus font, which I tend to shun, but somehow that’s totally okay for this movie. I guess because both the font and the film are earnest and elegant and sorta cheesy. It works.

- Must every freakin’ creature be so vibrantly colored that I almost develop epilepsy? Has anyone ever been to a tropical jungle? Most all the animals are in the brown color range. Maybe some crazy-colored birds, or some poisonous frogs, but that’s kinda it. I realize it was a design choice to make everything pertaining to the humans gray and monochrome and everything Na’vi-related vibrant and alive, but it got to the point where I was looking forward to scenes with the big bad humans just so my eyes could get a break.

- Spoiler spoiler spoiler. When the bad evil white people set Home Tree on fire and it crashes to the ground, it is approximately the same size as the Titanic, and it falls at roughly the same speed. And I cannot put into words how desperately I wanted a blue person in a tuxedo to fall and then bounce off a gigantic propeller. Shocker: didn’t happen.

My final comment is that if you want to see this film, you need to see it in the theaters, preferably in 3D, because it just ain’t gonna cut it at home on your 50″ screen.

*I love that title, but I cannot take credit for it. I saw it somewhere on the internet. I’m using it anyway.

**Yes, I have a favorite polygon. I’m half-proud and half-ashamed of that.

Addendum on January 5th: You know my comment about Papyrus above? Apparently it’s rankling the graphic designer world big time. See link: http://prttyshttydesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/open-letter-to-james-cameron-from.html

Additional Addendum: Yup, Disney’s Pocahontas. “Have you EVER seen the WOLF CRY to the BLUE CORN MOOOOOON?”
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An observance.

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

As we all know, the home arts are back in a big way (knitting, anyone?), and that means people are exploring all kinds of previously undiscovered terrain. People often associate crocheting and knitting with blankets and scarves, and cross-stitch with cute little samplers, but I’ve noticed a great many people going beyond that. Here are a few examples I’ve seen lately that I think are beautiful handiwork, or cool concepts, or both.

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An artist you should know: Tom Gauld.

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

I was very sad when Edward Gorey passed away; There was a hole that needed to be filled. He created droll, macabre, witty, dark pen-and-ink drawings and I didn’t know about anyone who did anything similar. Now, I’ve recently discovered Tom Gauld. He’s a illustrator who lives in London and makes weekly drawings for The Guardian. They are droll and macabre and witty and dark pen-and-ink drawings. Don’t get me wrong, the drawings are very different from Gorey’s, but they are alike in all the good ways. Gauld also makes a great many references to literature (Gorey made references to ballet, film, and opera), which makes me happy. Hooray for smart people, and the smart cartoons they read! Here’s a selection of some of my favorite Gauld pieces.

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Tom Gauld has stuff for sale, so you can own an original Gauld! Check out his website: http://www.tomgauld.com/