Big ideas! Small timeframes!

Ugh, there is something I wish I could share with you, Internetlandia! It would be pretty and artsy, but alas — one must sit on their hands and wait. Then, I can share and all will be lovely. Hint: it’s about papercraft, and who doesn’t love papercraft? (Well. Except for you, paper-phobics. My bad.)

"Le déjeuner sur l'herbe," Édouard Manet

Basically, imagine if the people being ogled in this image... were guys. AM I RITE, LADIES?

Since writing an entry about how Planning For A Trip is strange when you’re an adult ends up boring me halfway through, I figure talking about the ideas I’ve had swirling around in my head for paintings couldn’t hurt. After all, this is an art blog first and a me blog first and a half*, it would behoove me to get such things off my chest. Think of it as an “I.O.U.” marketing ploy:

  • SECRET COMMISSION FUN TIMES: A dear friend from IU Bloomington has commissioned me to paint a little something something for her room pending her return from a blur of summer fun interning in the Big Apple! Since it’s a commission, it only seems fair to discuss it after the completion of the project, but this is something I want to get cracking on as soon as I come back from The Great Big Montana Trek.
  • WOMEN IN HISTORY (OR: MORE FORAYS INTO RE-CONTEXTUALIZING HISTORY): Since I can’t leave well enough alone in history, the idea of doing a series surrounding mad fierce bitches like Boadicea and Joan of Arc in the context of now has been haunting my fume-induced dreams. Mainly, I just want an excuse to paint Boadicea in a motorcycle jacket like she’s some ginger love child of Joe Strummer and James Dean, but whatever I am prepared to justify my desires.
  • THE WOMAN’S ROLE IN NARRATIVE: This is pending a few tips on research courtesy of a former professor of mine (mad thanks to TS if she ever reads this!), but I’m keen on messing around with the women’s role as the object both in visual and literary narrative. There’s this one painting that I wanted to find to illustrate this concept, but I can’t find it for the life of me. Instead, you’ll have to deal with translating the image above (and who doesn’t love a little Manet for visual interest in their blog posts, anyway?) as way of teaching aid. Although really, the little caption underneath is helping me along quite nicely. “What if the male was the sexual object of this image?” Um, good answer. Alternatively, what if the female audience was controlling the dynamic of this image? (Although, one could say that  — er, let’s leave that rant for another time.) Extend this to the treatment of Hemingway’s women in a visual manner and that could get really interesting, no? P.S.: I promise that this will not be an excuse to delve into pop culture and be like, “Poor Taylor Lautner and his oft-abused abs. Let’s paint almost child porn about it.” Because that’s gross, blog readers, that’s just gross.

Fact: it disgusts me that it is almost the end of July (prep work and big vacay included) and I haven’t gotten started on any of these, but never fear! There are two weeks left until the start of school after I get back, so clearly this time will be used to rock the studio. Either that or I’m going back to the studio mid-August crying in shame, and that cannot be.


*Let’s face it: talking about art and my thoughts about said subject is a vainglorious enough pastime that I feel safe in saying that my first priority is half-talking about myself, anyway. I bet I think this blog is about me, don’t I? Don’t I?

I’m leaving on a jetbus…

Goodness gracious, you* must be thinking, why all this mobile posting nonsense? Is this another godawful ploy to start blogging again like a pro? Yes, no, maybe so? In the awful syntax of the lolcat: my reasoning, let me show you it.

So, I’m taking a trip. More specifically, it is a vacation. Even more specifically, it is a vacation filled with a wedding. Even more more specifically, it is to participate in the wedding of this lady right here. (Aw yeah, I can link too!) But even more more more specifically, the journey aspect of it is going to be epic as it is going to be on a Greyhound bus.

Please keep in mind: most of my childhood summers were spent in airports. Every late June to early July, we would be escorted to Indianapolis International and fly up into the sky, only to land in the incinerating heat of Sky Harbor roughly five hours later. Afterward, we would either be picked up by a rental car service or my aunt and would start the epic trek up I-17 to Flagstaff. Once (and a particularly memorable once it was), I made the trip via Amtrak with said aunt, zipping through the countryside amongst a gaggle of people that I would never meet again that were just as enraptured with the romance of riding the train as I was. But as much as I suspect that air travel is as alien to train travel as a thoroughbred to a giraffe, so too is the animal that is bus travel to either of these. So far, my internet excursions to research such things have left me at a loss; there have been rumors of sleep deprivation, bad terminal food, and tons of sketchy people at every corner. The word “convict” was heavily sprinkled amongst the articles and personal reviews on message boards alike. To say that my tiny suburban white girl heart hasn’t skipped a few beats during the planning of this trip would be a blatant lie. Apparently, bus travel is not for the faint of heart.

But there’s a part of me that says this and then says, “When did you become such a fucking pussy?” I’ve cavorted about in France just fine, thank you and that wasn’t in my native country! Furthermore, since when did I ever think it was productive to automatically assume the worst out of a situation? And alright: what makes me so awesome that I might not be part of this riff-raff, too? I’m a broke college student that is presently trying to bake and cook for a week’s vegetarian/vegan camping trip so that I don’t have to buy any food on the road. I have debt up to my neck and am surly as hell to strangers. Although I’ve bought provisions to (hopefully!) guard against this, I too will probably start smelling like rank ass once I’m dropped off neatly in Great Falls, Montana with the hope that my hostess with the mostess won’t cry when she sees my little hobo face. I’m hardly royalty and acting so nervous about getting on board one of the most affordable travel options in America is stupid! Besides, I went to women’s college — they teach you how to defend yourself craftily.

That being said, there are a few things I can’t defend myself from, and that’s an exhausting travel schedule (two days there, three days back) and the monotony that comes with it. Along with food and portable shower/face washing solutions, I’ve also been hoarding entertainment options. Books, podcasts, sketchbook + the usual drawing accouterments, knitting projects, and the purchase-to-be of a portable radio (and printed guide of every NPR station in the continental US) are all on the list. But so too, my friends, is blogging. I’m going to attempt to chronicle the weird nature of Greyhound travel and make a documentary of sorts from it, I suppose. Voice posts will be used for my longer discussions, with short observations via the bus being dictated via e-mail text posts. The last post with the picture will be used for Sketch Challenges that I’m going to give myself: I’ll take a picture with my phone and then I’ll draw the results and upload them when I get back to Indiana. Good thing too: apparently, if there’s a picture with the post, it takes WordPress an entire day to upload it.

I hope that my misgivings are foolish, but no matter whether I’m right or wrong about this entire brouhaha, it won’t change this little fact: whatever I’m about to embark upon is going to be one hell of an adventure.


*My one follower named Loren.

Another mobile blog test?

This is the last blog test in my series; tomorrow today, I’ll actually explain myself.

Audio Post (001 of ???)

EDIT: As you can tell via title change, adding into categories, and tags, I decided to keep this goofy little thing. It’s cute! Also, mad kudos to WordPress for getting this up for everybody. I’m super-excited to use and abuse.

I only apologize for being too delicious.

I’m going to go ahead and ignore the elephant in the room and say hello, this is a food post. Me? Be absent? Never? Certainly not because of a tiny sporting event called the World Cup — perhaps you’ve heard of it? I guess octopi regularly predict its results or something, all whilst being cute and cephalopod-y. I know, I know: how utterly pedestrian of me to drop a project for some soccer, but whatever whatever I do what I want.

But in honor of Getting My Life Back, please enjoy the recipe post after the cut! In the case that you might be wondering why you should even entreat to read, perhaps this tiny image will entice you:


I'm in your browser, enticing you to read about delicious macaroni and cheeses.

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30 DAYS PROJECT, DAY NINE: “Thumbnails,” Canvas-in-Progress

DAY NINE: "Untitled"

"Untitled sketches." 8"x10". Graphite on inkjet print-out with tape and ballpoint pen (sketchbook).

Today’s post: a look into the world of how I develop concepts into my sketchbook! Maybe it’s because of the fact that I love collaging for texture or whatever, but I always end up succeeding in my sketchbook for conceptual work a fair lot better if I’m working on top of print-outs from the computer. DON’T ASK ME WHY; I JUST DO. In this case, I took pictures of my now-mostly finished canvas (all it needs is a sand!), organized the thumbnails in Photoshop, et voila! There’s an unfortunate shadow in my studio that created that diagonal coloring effect, but I find it to be a happy accident that I’m probably going to incorporate into whatever composition I choose first. I like most of them a fair amount, but I think the one in the lower left hand corner is what I’m going with first.

Food Porn: An Interlude

Sugar Scones with Berry-Mint Compote

This shit was flavor: delicious. Consider it a mini-masterpiece in its own right?

No Thirty Days post today — but not for the reason that you’re thinking! In essence, what I’m doing today for my project is the same as yesterday: more gesso (I’m slated to put another coat of clear gesso on the canvas in a few hours as of this ), more pattern paper, more of the same. So why make you endure an identical post when I could bribe you with some food porn behind the cut? For some reason, I’ve been really cooking-oriented this week; my first foray into grilling yesterday, scones and fruit compote today, and I’m pretty sure that there’s guacamole in this week’s future — complete with homemade chips. So I guess I’ve been doing a culinary Thirty Days to go with the painting downstairs, n’est-ce pas? At any rate: let me entice you into reading the recipe behind the cut.

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