Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Christmas Crafts for the Kiddos

Here's just a little peak at some Christmas goodies for the stockings.
All of you craft enthusiasts will recognize the necklaces as pre-made, available at Hobby Lobby for 1.99.  The pendant is made on top of a ceramic plate from the miniature department of the same store.    I'm a big fan of using nail polish as paint.  It is, after all, an enamel!  See- its not what things are- its what they could be.....

I used various and assorted thingy-ma-bobs that I already owned to make up a dozen of these pendants.  The cupcakes are decorative brads from a scrapbooking store.  Those of you who remember Cherry Cupcake may recall what a cute brassiere they made.  I also used some shaped glitter that I had on hand.  Using clear nail polish I anchored the charm on the background and after that dried I added more layers in which the glitter floats.  When all is said and done, I intend to add a dollop of real resin to the top but honestly...I've used clear nailpolish for a lot of things and it holds up well.  Sometimes you just want a little bit of something (not chocolate, I never want a little bit- I want a lot!) and you don't want to have to mix it up either.

Some of the other charms are from broken pieces of jewelry- reuse, reduce, recycle!  A couple of these pendants went into gift baskets.  Two are earmarked for a certain couple of girls and the rest...well, if I ever do open that Etsy store...you'll see them there!  Will I ever get that store open????

I don't know but I'd like to leave you with the cutest conversation ever...

"MOM!" Said Brooke "Tell me all the states I've been to."  So I did.  "No, no!  I mean before I was born even.  Tell me all the states I've been." 
"Well," I said, a little confused "when you were in my tummy you went to New York to visit Aunt Jane."
"No, Mom, I mean... tell me ALLLL the states you've been to because I was always in your heart."
So I did.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Christmas Gift Ideas from Chris

You know I miss you all in blogger land.
I'm a little behind in my Christmas preparations so I can't spend much time with you.  (Yes, I know- I look very old and my hair is very short.  Read back a few posts to understand my problem with anxiety and hair cutting.)

But its that time of year where "pleasers" like myself feel obligated to not just "make people happy" but to make them "over the moon in joyous rapture" at their gift.  
See Exhibit (A) below.
Yes, that is Chinamommy.  

Now see Exhibit (B) below.

Eeesshh!  Wowsza!  She couldn't even fake liking her Pareo.  (That's a fancy name for scarf big enough to wrap yourself in.)

"Why don't you like it?"  I whined?  "Its a very popular color scheme!  See?"

See?  Even major industries approve of this attention grabbing color scheme. 

And speaking of attention grabbing...That yellow is a safety feature built right in!  See?  The very same shade is used to mark dangerous curbs so people don't trip right into oncoming traffic!  And to guide you into the nearest gas station when you need to fuel up.

Well, Christmas Children everywhere, it was a bad deal.  No sale.  So, to save you the dis-appointment of being the "BAD gift giver" I have decided to offer up some suggestions for gift ideas.

I'd like to start with the "Forever Lazy" Jumpsuit.  Its warm and snuggly.  Its for grown ups.  You don't even have to take it off to go potty 'cuz there are places that unbutton for things like that.  You can go anywhere in this little outfit.  Like the nearest "All You Can Eat" buffet. 

Next- here's the very next "As seen on TV" invention- be the first to own one-
(And yes, that is Kristi, from Cheeky Green Designs)

Cuz, sometimes, you have to get that bottle open, no matter what.....
This handy device comes in several stages of decomposition- from slightly rust to very rusty to covered in grease and oil.  Trust me, standards ARE flexible when necessary.

If you don't like those choices or your recipient is male consider this.....

Or....a favorite every year.....SPAM Sandwiches!!!

But all in all, you shouldn't worry about your gift choices too much.  Christmas isn't about that.  Its about moments.  Like this one.

Just in case you don't hear from me before hand- I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Headless Amy Is No Longer Naked!

I thought you's be relieved to see she's decent!  She has a little black dress made from gessoed tissue paper and undies as well.  Whew! (I said it for you.)

She also has eyes!  And a 'faux' head to wear on top of her neck.  Working on the arm replacement but not quite finished.  But, please notice her oh- so- stylish hand bag made from a mettallic brillo pad.

I am working so backwards on this one!  I have to paint her which will be more difficult now that she's clothed.  I have to toss around the idea of coloration.  After all- if you've been decapitated your complexion may not be so rosy or peaches and cream.  Any thoughts?

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Meet Headless Amy

Warning!!!!  There is some uncomfortable nudity in this post.  Let me temper that with the fact that most nudity is uncomfortable for me. 
(Hey- I won't look at your parts if you promise not to look at mine.  Well, actually- even if you do happen to inadvertently see something of mine I am still going to try like Hell not to see anything of yours.) 

So what is this oddity below?  Why is there a creepy head in a creepy cage?  And why share that?  Because that's me.  I share. 

Headless Amy came about in protest to the unfairness of my children being able to play with dolls that look like friendly and fashionable monsters.  If you haven't heard of Monster High Dolls well....it just means you don't have kids in the 8-11 age group.  I find them hilarious.  I hated those slutty Bratz dolls.  Thanks, people for sending my girls the message that "hot" means barely dressed.  It really conflicted with my message that hot means don't touch the stove. 

Monster High dolls are not particularly more covered by appropriate clothing but they also do not look like creatures you are likely to run into in school tomorrow.  (Duh, they have their own school!)  Plus, they sport monikers like 'Cleo Denial" and Frankie Stein (every school needs a good Jewish family) and Dracu Laura and Ghoulia Yelps and my daughter's favorite- Clawdeen Wolf.  I'm sold! 

Monster High Frankie Stein Doll

Monster High Dawn of the Dance Clawdeen Wolf Doll

But...I'm also too old for Barbies, undead or otherwise.  "Fine!  I exclaimed as we were cleaning one day.  I'll take this one!"  And I grabbed the dollar store Barbie that had been missing a head for awhile.  "Mom!" they stated incredulously "That's a Barbie Doll!"  "No, its Headless Amy and she'd be happy if you remembered to use her name!"

So this is where I begin with Headless Amy.  She did need a head.  How else would she see where she was going.  But not having her eyes in the same location as the rest of her has led to some unfortunate incidents.  Amy is a resourceful soul and quite determined to carry on with her day.  So when she lost her foot (that's a story for another post) well, she just took stock of her belongins' and came up with a foot of a different kind.  That accident with her arm might have been avoided...but it wasn't.  A sewing kit and a few other odds and ends kept in the junk drawer fixed that right up.  You get the picture.   

Amy is nothing if not fashion conscious as well.  Its a lot though, getting through those every day to do lists and looking pretty.  Sometimes a girl just has to grit her teeth, put on her big girl panties and just keep moving forward.  Do you think she realized she's not wearing any panties today????  She'll have some soon.  And, so now you have met...Headless Amy.  A bit of a departure from my last project!


Oh, and these......well, let's just say I earned them.  If I hear the jingling of sleigh bells  ...I'll know its the U.P.S. man bringing me my shoes.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Descriptions of Chris

Ever had an employee review?  Remember the comment section of your report card?  Did you ever hear phrases like these?  If so...I like you.

Not quite square- peg in a round world.

Flunked out of "ordinary".

Doesn't think outside of the box because...she lost the box and is still looking for it.

Reliably tardy and somewhat foolhardy.

Is at war with reality.

Doesn't quite fit the mold.

Easily lost in minutia.

Still contemplating a style of frame to fit "the big picture."

Carries the world on her shoulders and is armed only with a good support bra.

Have a good week everyone!

Monday, November 14, 2011

What if this were my last post, ever?

Man, I had a busy weekend...some friends threw a surprise party for me...(It was great- thanks, ladies!)...I'm way behind on the ole' schedule.  So I thought what if I just don't post this week- that would be alright- right?  And then the thoughts came creeping in....what if I was in a horrible accident and never posted again...and my last ever post was my bare naked face covered in huge mountainous zits?

So if you can give me just a couple of days I'll post something....it may be my explanation of how I fumbled the whole "this is where babies come from" fiasco.  It may be this hilarious story that Kayla wrote- and when I say hilarious I mean it- she's a genius.  Or it could be about our not so recent discovery that she has O.D.D. which stands for Oppositional Defiant Disorder, commonly associated with ADHD.  Or it could be about Headless Amy- my newest art doll/self portrait/new friend.  I'm obsessed with her right now.  Probably why I don't have a post ready and why my floors never got mopped.
Oh, the decisions to be made....by the way, did I mention that my friends (Chinamommy and Cheeky Green) threw me a surprise party??  There are pictures.....

Sunday, November 6, 2011

I thought it would go differently....

Remember how busy I was with the whole sculpture/artprize thingy?  Well there were a lot of things that happened this summer I wanted to share with my blogger friends.  Why you?  Because you like me and I like that about you.  I think all of us who blog get that we are doing it because we need an outlet and a way to document for posterity's sake all the weird things that happen in our lives. 

Two things recently, big things in my little world that I pictured going just a bit more smoothly.

1.  The 25th class reunion

2.  My young daughter learning about the facts of life.

Now, when I explain the 25th class reunion I should explain that it did go well.  It was a blast.  Thanks to Facebook a lot of the awkwardness was avoided.  About a year ago we, the classmates that are friends on FB started discussing the reunion and someone suggested creating a page which I did, mainly because I happened to read the suggestion look to the side bar and see the words "create a page".  Turns out, I was able to do just that, create a page.  Next thing you know people were posting pictures, getting in touch with each other, discussing 80's music- it was all good.  Thanks, Facebook!
But.... whether or not you think you care about what you look like....you do.  I swore I didn't.  I lost a little weight after a recovering from an illness.  Funny how feeling so-oo-ooo  much better makes it easier to do that!  It showed and I was happy!  It was summer so I had a tan.  The hair was good.  (NOT so much now!)

However.... some where, some time...long ago..in a past life... I must have done something really bad.  I mean- unforgivable...maybe not murder but maybe something more like sleeping with every married man in the neighborhood bad....something out of Wysteria Lane kinda bad...because...

The week of the reunion I broke out.  In the really big hormonal zits.  The ones that look and feel like small mountains that change the geography of your face...those zits.  Tuesday there was one.  I was suspicious...like mice, if you see signs of one you can bet there's more.  Wednesday there were three.  I couldn't help it.  I panicked.  I picked.  I called everyone.  They all said- "DON'T PICK" but they may as well have been screaming into the wind.  I picked.  By then I had two days for those to heal..by the way "no joy" these pimples are more like tumors.  This was bad.  Should I miss the re-union?  A sudden unexpected death in the family or merely called out of town on business? By the time Saturday came along there were six of various sizes and projection.

Well, as women do, my colleagues gathered round.  My boss brought me some of her trusted pimple cream and another lotion.  Immediately I could tell by the burn that it was working.  I went to the tanner.  by Saturday morning I knew it was as good as it was going to get.  I decided to document everything because this was just too hard to believe other wise.  I can do this.  I am an artist for a reason.  Time to paint a pretty picture.  Or at least one that is pretty till the second drink. 

Yep, those are my best paint brushes and my paint tray.  On it my best make up and my new blemish concealer.
Now I should tell you that I flake.  And flaking I was- right on those blemishes I just couldn't leave alone.  Having tons of experience with makeup and flaking skin I know that the makeup is just going to soak into the flaky area and look- well, flaky.  So off  must come the flakes.  Now, the tricky part- not removing the new skin underneath.  Know those rotary brushes you are supposed to use with cream to oh- so gently stimulate your complexion?  I used it oh- so- gently- dry, no lotion, until I was pretty sure I wasn't getting any more dead skin off.  Yeah- I knew I'd pay for that in the upcoming week but I'd pay that bill later....Next, the skill full application of makeup.  Hey- I'm 42, I have some make up skills- don't you?

 This is during.  First I went around the blemish in a circle because that area is darkest.  Then on top.  I let that dry and then applied my foundation.  (Pretty bad when your foundation has to have a foundation, heh?)

 Here's one where I don't look maniacal.

So then, knowing it was the best I could do my hubby and I went to the re-union.  It was a blast.  I was very glad to have seen every one and I even shared with just a few what I had gone through to get there.  They applauded my bravery.  Actually I don't think they were terribly interested in discussing my acne and just wanted to move the conversation along.   

So here's the proof that all went fairly well and the evening was certainly a lot of fun.  The zits?  Caused by a new birth control pill that is supposed to help with skin problems.  "Once in awhile some one comes along and has the opposite reaction..." I was told later when I said to my health professional "Hey- believe it or not, I do have to be seen in public..."  All is much better now, those hormones leveled themselves out...at least on my surface layer anyways....

Oh!  My child learning about the facts of life.....I'll tell you about that another time...it went really smoothly...

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Halloween Reasons I Shouldn't Be A Mom

1.  After watching way-ay-ay too many scary movies while forcing the children to fold laundry my daughter says.."Mommy....I'm scared...."  and I reply with a question "Why?  Do you see dead people?"

2.  On the trick or treat trail through the never ending subdivision I decide I am tired and want to be done.  When I tell the girls that I want to turn around and go back they cry like little sissy babies and say they don't have enough candy yet.  Always the problem solver, I tell them to switch jackets and hit up the houses again.

3.  When the perfect one staunchly says no, she won't do it, I suddenly have a vision of her years later as the crabby librarian with the wart on her nose telling all the fun kids to shush up.  I offer her a dollar and actually use the phrase "C'mon, you know you want to!"

4.  When the only home owner who has a clue recognizes my little criminals I loudly state (as they shuffle back to me empty handed)..."And that girls....is what it feels like to get caught cheating...."

Some or all of the above may be true....you decide!

PS. Brooke- I wasn't born yesterday and I found your candy in the first place I looked for it!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Happy Halloween!!!

Hey doesn't everyone have an old First Communion dress hanging around? 

And don't all you Catholic girls wonder if this isn't a little bit sacreligious....well....don't you?

Don't worry- she doesn't really look or move like these pictures depict.....we practiced that....

Of course there are those times that I've wondered if I would ever wake up and find a child's face hovering over mine....with an axe in her grip......

Happy Halloween- must go to bed...and lock the door behind me:)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Halloween Hyjinks!

This is a re-post from 2 years ago.  I like to get the story out of the storage bin along with the rest of the Halloween decorations.  I thought I'd make it a tradition.  (Plus I am all out of clever things to blog about and way behind on grading homework!) 

One wonders, is the mean girl still lurking just outside the dressing room?

The mean 20 year old at the dressing rooms told me there was no flash photography allowed. So I promised not to use my flash. She then said "no pictures at all!" I said "Seriously?" You have got to be kidding!" Really, does she think I was going to run home and copy the super girl outfit on my sewing machine? Couldn't she tell by merely looking at me- that I am almost 40, that life has been very hard recently as I rush around trying to get two little girls off to different classrooms with different schedules and different events going on every freakin' day with different homework every freakin' night and that not only am I getting grey hairs and wrinkles but also still enjoying the fun of acne due to my raging hormones? And that the only thing on my ever rotating roster of things to do that has brought me any joy is the thought of how cute Kayla would be in a super girl costume but that I would have to take a picture to see it because there is no way they would choose not to be a princess or a fairy so if I want any memories at all I will have to lug in my big phalyx symbol of a camera into the store and snap a shot of the little tykes in the moment. But, no, in the land of twenty year olds, apparently my situation wasn't that obvious.

And she wasn't kidding, as I found out. I also found out that even if you hide in the dressing room and take a picture of the girls outside the dressing room- that cameras are loud when the flash goes off. And the light doesn't necessarily stay in the room. So imagine my chagrin as the 20 year old mean girl came to once again inform me that there was no flash photography and points at the sigh on the wall that you can clearly see in the picture. Then to justify herself and make me feel small, I imagine, she told me that she could get fired. WELL, I would hate to cut short her career at Halloween, USA even though it was October 15th that very day.

So there in is the story of how we came to purchase our Asian Princess Halloween costumes from Halloween USA. Because, even though every bone in my body wanted to take my little girls and my little wallet and walk out, I knew there was no explaining the universal code of wrong and right to a 5 1/2 and 7 year old and I also knew the only one who would be punished for leaving empty handed would be me.

See?  I was crazy long before now......

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Hello- its nice to meet you!

A lot of people are doing these cute posts- "Wordless Wednesdays" "Ten Random Things" etc....I thought I should do one.  But which one?  Hey- why not make up one of my own?  So I am going to do that- make up one of my own!

Because I have been gone so long and when I have been here I've only been talking about one thing....many different and clever ways but still- I sense you are bored with me. C'mon, admit it.. I won't be offended...I'm bored with me!

So I thought I'd remind you of while you follow me....not because I am so darn talented...not because I am so witty and clever..... but rather because you sense there is a little bit of crazy lurking around my corners....and you like it!

SEE the CRAZY?  Yeah, thought you did!

Here's my 10 things about me you are going to wish you didn't know!

1.  Rules.  I don't like them.  They make me itchy.  A little ornery.  Definitely oppositional.  REALLY?  I have to cross at the corner?  And when the light says so?  Hmmm.....  I think this opposition comes from the part wherein I'm a nice person, always have been but that hasn't made bad things not happen.  It hasn't made my life all sunshine and roses.  As a matter of fact I have almost always had rather a lot to accomplish with relatively little resources.  So if I have to cut a corner now and again, so be it.  Rules are relative to all things being equal.  All things are not equal.  Basically I promise not to steal, cheat, lie about people other than me (yes, I am 125lbs, I am) and commit mass murder and other than that I will try to use good judgement.  Try.

2.  I play tricks on people once in awhile.  I do.  I get frustrated when other people force their mental unbalances on me and make my life difficult.  For instance when I was in my twenties I worked side by side with a lady who had some strong opinions.  For whatever reason she became troubled with the idea that I would decide to become pregnant and leave her high and dry to run her shop all by herself.  This idea became the topic of many conversations that I was not present for but don't kid yourself- of course I found out about it.  How crazy was that?  The idea that I should or should not become pregnant in relation to the difficulty it might create in her life.  Let alone the part where I wasn't trying to become pregnant, thank you for asking-oh, that's right- it wasn't her business....it was so wrong of her on so many levels that I decided to handle the situation my way.  I used her paranoia to create some fun.  I started mentioning 'an upset stomach this morning'.  I made doctors appointments from the store phone.  I made strange comments about what I wanted for lunch.  I don't remember how it ended- how I eventually wrapped it up but it was fun.

3.  I have my own weirdnesses, thank you.  I don't know if it qualifies as O.C.D. or some sort of anxiety disorder manifestation.  When I get overwhelmed and full of anxiety I focus that anxiety on my hair.

I don't usually believe in perfection.  I do however want my hair to be even.  If I have a lump or a bump I believe its due to an uneven length.  And I'm a designer.  That qualifies me to be a hair stylist right?  (designers have a belief that they can do anything) So I figure that if I find the uneven area and just trim it....ever so slightly.... fast forward an hour or sometimes two- later and you can imagine the problems.  Sometimes there's periods of this hair trimming over days at a time.  Let's just say that right now....my hair is very, very short.  I'm OK after an emergency visit to a stylist to have it fixed.  Lately its been a Super Cuts stylist because A) they don't know me and B) they can get me in really fast.

4.  I'm a failure.  Everything I am good at makes me no money.    Really- someone tell me how to get off the hamster wheel and work less making more $$$$.  I know "its not all about the money"  but at some point I'd like to stop worrying that I'm going to be an OLD starving artist.  
5.  Good things about me-

I find the beauty in most everything and everyone.  You don't have to be society's current standard of beautiful.  Artists see the world differently.  Sometimes I just like the way a nose runs into a forehead or the creases a smile makes.  So don't waste your time telling me all the things you don't like about yourself- I don't see you the way you do.  I see you with my eyes.

6.  Here's some bad things I do- or don't do...
I way overbook myself.   I do.  There's consequences for that.  You can't do everything well all at once.  Your family gets mad at you.  You get mad at your family.  You make mistakes.  Only about 90% of what you try to do gets done and the other 10% keeps you up at night.
I am late in the morning.  Always have been.  Its preventable.  I think I just really don't like to start my day because I know its going to be Hell on wheels or I'm going somewhere I don't want to.  Don't kid yourself- being late is a control thing.  
I pay bills on my schedule not theirs.  Sorry.  Unfortunately this costs me money in late fees.  They all get paid but its on my timeline.  I guess if I didn't overbook myself I could get up early one morning of the month and take care of this...you get the picture.
I don't exercise.  I don't have time.  I'm late.  If I do have time there are other things that need to be done- like paying bills.

7.  I say inappropriate things all the time.  Why?  Because if I find it funny I want to share.  Here's how I train the new warehouse guy...."Mike, I really like you so it will make me sad when I have to kill you for messing this up....let's try to avoid that."  Or...."For God's sake!  We're both really smart people!  So how do we keep screwing this up so badly?"
8.  I can't tolerate repeated noises.  Seriously- repeated noise negates everything else and must be addressed.  You could be the Pope but if you tap your fingernails on the table more than three times I will be forced to rip them from your fingers.  Then I will bandage them up with the utmost care and make you a lovely cup of tea to take your Vicodin with. 

9.  I have the ability to admit what I am not good at.  (Probably because there are plenty of things I am good at!) I no longer feel it is necessary to pretend to be good at driving.  I'm the girl who drove into a cornfield because I was admiring all the shades of orange in the winter sky when suddenly the road ended.  OOPS!

10. Oh that's right.  I don't like rules.  I know I titled it 10 things you didn't want to know about me but I'm going with the idea that you have already read way too much about me- your eyes have glazed over and there's a little trail of drool coming out of the corner of your mouth.  You'd care about that if you hadn't just poked your mind's eye out with what ever sharp instrument you put your hands on. 

Missed me, didn't you?

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Every day heroes and the finish line!

I had to lead with this.  I won't be foisting too many more pictures of Art Prize on you unless I think that its so cool you really can't live a full and enlightened life if you haven't seen this artwork.  That's how I feel about this.  I wish I had more of this entry to share with you because its actually four dresses on mannequins and while this one was spectacular you deserve to see all of them.  This one seems very light and innocent while the others are darker- mysterious and maybe just a tad menacing?  Love this little walk on the dark side.

Back to me.  I know- I've not been there for you lately.  My life has been hi-jacked between A.P. and this year's parade of homes, in which my firm has two.  We are designers- we did not build these homes but they have our design print all over them.  The kitchens, the baths the built ins, wall colors, lighting...you get the picture.  But when the deadline is approaching for parade everyone gets a little psycho.  Not me, so much, because I believe in having balance in your life.  Keeping perspective. I know what's really important.  Blah, blah- nobody cares what I think when they are in the midst of their own personal break down!  Its like a race that's gone bad and someone has yelled "Everyone for themselves!  Try to make it to the finish line- just don't get in my way."  It makes me want to change my profession.  Hmmm.....

How does this segway into 'Everyday Heroes' you ask?  As well you should, you sane and well balanced individual.  
Last Thursday morning I got the kids onto the bus, dressed myself, (no I didn't go down to the bus naked- I think) and made my vehicle go...
(Hey, Thursday mornings are that tough- I work from 9-9 the day before, I don't sleep anymore and I am faced with the thought of going into work one more time, same as last week- you get it, right?) 
.......to my coffee place.  At which point I discovered I had lost the skill of conversation.  Thank God for every day heroes.  

It went like this.
"Hello, this is Sandy.  What can I get for you?"

My inner voice- Oh crap, a new girl. I can't just announce my arrival and expect my coffee to appear at the window.  I'll have to try to place my order on my own.

 "I'd like the au lait.  No, wait- its Thursday.  Which means I want the Michigan Cherry coffee.....er...I think you make it with half milk...no, that's the au-lait.....you...... OH HELL!  I don't know how you make it...."

Suddenly- there was an interruption- the angels sang and trumpets bellowed- softly, mind you, and a golden light shone down.

"Chris!- Its OKAY."

"Its Tara, 
I'm here,
 I've got it."

Now that may not seem like much to you but if you'd have been there....you'd have seen the whole picture. A zombie (me) driving a car, dressed, styled and made up, asked to complete a  simple task...escalating into something that can only be described as feverishly confused and viral.  And a drive through coffee server miraculously remaining cool, calm and collected- taking over the situation and talking the zombie out of the suicide jump.  They could make a sitcom episode out of that moment.

Needless to say by the time I got to the window,Tara and I were cracking up over our melodrama.  I feel badly for her though.  I think we both know- now, that she can never leave her post at the window.  She can never move on, never better her lot in life- she may as well quit going to college....because until my life changes....I need her right there.  At the coffee window. 

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Just a few more pics from Art Prize!

I will add in the artist's names and more about their piece later...must go get my work done!!!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

 Whew HOO!  We are excited!  For Art Prize!  I know, I know- you aren't here so its just not as exciting for you!  (By the way can you please pray for us in regards to that last adult tooth coming in and pushing those two front teeth together just a little more???)

This work is by artist Terry Brennen and is called "Dumpster Diver".  All of these sea creatures are formed from upcycled or repurposed 'junk'.  Thought you'd like to take a look- but look very closely to see what the pieces and parts used to be- because that's the fun part!

All of the fish you see here and the scuba diver are made from upcycled objects.  Can you see the baby carrier in the scuba diver's belly?  This man is crazy clever.

This tiny squid is one continuous piece of wire.

This artist has been a welder for forty years and this is his first work of art.  He spent a year on it.  Hmmm, sound familiar?

This is my Art Prize lovin' family.  Where do I fit in in this group?  I ask you- from what alien pod did I break free?

I think I should have been labeled with a disclaimer.  "Not for normal consumption."

So much more to share with you.  Things are going well.  The best part of standing next to my sculpture is when people look at it and then start smiling.  That's a great compliment!