Monday, March 28, 2011

And then there were hands...creepy hands.

I'm at an awkward spot on the big little lady sculpture. (and yes, on other fronts, I haven't made a decision on a doll head but instead have made two more) I want to start working on the glass portion of her gown. Because--- it will be spectacular fun with amazing results! Or a complete disaster. Either way, the anticipation is killing me.

But I can't start working on the glass until I have all sanding and messy stuff done. Who wants dusty glass, right? I must buckle down and do some hard things first. Like the hands. I don't know how to do hands of this size- haven't done it before. But I think...they should have some fair amount of detail and be somewhat realistic don't you?

The fun part of sculpture is building the skeleton. Because--- it gets covered up in the end people don't know if you used wire and tape or tape and a milk jug to get the shape you wanted. There's green for you- reduce, re-use and re-cycle! When ever I paint I save all that tape left over for later use in my sculptures- love it, it works perfectly! And it makes me feel better about the paint buckets I just added to the local landfill.

Here are the hands...kind of creepy, right? So, of course, I scared my children with them, repeatedly. Ah, the memories I'll have to look back on.


Then I had to attach them to big little lady's stumps. More creepy stuff. Had to shorten the stumps a little. I cringed and said to her- "Really, no one is getting hurt here but this is gross. Hope the neighbors don't choose this moment to start spying through windows!"



And then I said "Ok, this will hurt me more than it hurts you...especially if I slip..."


And then she had hands!


I added paper clay to flesh them out. At first they looked like noodles. They were skinny and perfectly posed. Hmmm. I put the bird in place and it didn't fit. So I took a couple of those skinny noodle fingers and broke them in several places. Again with the comments- "Why couldn't you just co-operate? Why do you make me do these bad things? I am not a monster! Really, this is for your own good!"


The bird was once again positioned in place and strapped in for safety. We all remember its other attempt at flying, right? Not happenin' again. The fingers were positioned better and then the cracks were filled in.



These fingers are much less perfect and much more realistic. No longer am I reminded of my mother washing dishes with yellow rubber gloves.

As a matter of fact, I am so happy with them I will post many more pictures than necessary to tell the story.


Ahh- the power of being in charge of your own blog.....


Ok, I'm done. And mostly the hands are as well. The arms, the neck, the face- probably not worth a post. But the hair.....you will share in that journey with me...
Ok, must go. Just realized I have a new follower making her #60! Yay! But now I have to stalk her and find out just who she is!!!! Have a great day, all!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Folks- if you ever needed proof that I'm insane....

Hey I belong to this fabulous group of artists called Cloth and Clay Dolls. All kinds of figurative works by all kinds of people. And...recently I decided to host a challenge wherein by a given date "we" those of us who decide to, create a doll based on a favorite childrens story book character. Easy enough- I chose my favorite "A Little Princess" by Francis Hodges Burnett. Nope, not so easy. Once in awhile I go completely crazy and this is one of them. I'm on #6 for doll heads. So far not one of them 'feels' like my Sara Crewe. To prove that I've really done six- here are the first five. If you'd care to vote on which one you like (but please tell me why) please do so....

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Are you Sara Crewe? The famous Sara Crewe of 'A little Princess" by Francis Hodges Burnett? She must be here somewhere.


Why no, I am not. My name is Immogene or something very sophistacted like that. I'm French, like Sara, whose mother was French. Can't you tell I'm French by my pouty lips? But no, not Sara.


Are you Sara?

Why no, Honey, I am not. Did Sara ever have this goofy smile of joy on her pretty little face? Oh no, she is much more serious than I.



Are you Sara?

No, Sweet child, I am not Sara. I am more like that soft breeze you feel on a hot day. I am celestial and ethereal but I am not Sara.
(Ok, what-ever, Earth Goddess- Geesh!)

ARE YOU SARA?
Who me? Heck no, I'm way too contemporary. I haven't decided if I am a hippy or a city chick but one thing is sure...I'm not sticking around some uptight school for girls! My boyfriend is picking me up on his Harley soon or I'd help you look! Good luck with that!

(Fine, but there was a time when you looked like George W. Bush and maybe I should have left you that way!)




Are you Sara....and before you answer just know that I'm thinking of quitting art altogether and going into nursing....

Oh....just maybe you ARE Sara...nice to meet you. Would you like a neck and perhaps some shoulders? When is the deadline for this challenge? I wish I knew someone who could extend it!



You know its bad when you ask your kid to look sad while you take her picture. Thank goodness this one is a drama queen who was all in for the acting bit!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Here's a bit of beautiful...

Yesterday I was so hormonal! Know how I know? Well, I was finally tying myself down and following through on a commitment- it killed me it really did- and told myself I would do this floral arrangement- its beyond the 'comfortable late zone' and fully into the 'awkward late zone'. Not that any one has complained about it- just those insidious voices in my head. So I was doing it, today!!! This morning!!! Getting it out of the way so I could move on to things I really wanted to do- like my CAD homework.

So round about 4:30 5:00 I grabbed a bunch of the artificial (I would call them silk but we all know they are made from a cheap polyester at best- maybe a rayon- the days of 'silk' flowers are long gone but it does sound better....) Looked down at their infinite fake-ness and decided that they were "so very beautiful- enough to make me cry!" The colors- that creamy vintage-y vanilla-ish cream! That deep, mysterious, turquoise-ish blue! The vibrant burnt orange- the perfect compliment....ahhh....really, I still want to tear up.



Then I asked just who the hell was talking in my brain? These were fake flowers I bought at Hobby Lobby not some one's new born child!!! Oh my, she's gone round the florist bend and might never come back!!!

So here's how the arrangement went...its probably a good thing they weren't edible...there would be no arrangement and a lot of explaining to do!




Have a great day every-one! I still have CAD homework to do, I am still making doll heads for the Cloth and Clay doll challenge because apparently I am not really an artist and I can't make a Sara Crewe head to save my life. I'm on #5 now. Its bad. I'm in that zone where I go slightly crazy and need a sane person to throw me a rope and drag me back to shore. I did this with my baby nursery. I tried to have the perfect theme of jungle animals and flowers and bugs because I couldn't decide on just one theme. I painted the room three times. I shopped every lunch hour for the perfect fabrics. I tried so hard to meld the two themes that I became possessed and it started affecting my sales pitches at the carpet store. "Why, yes, this is the perfect carpet....for me. For my baby's room. It will go perfectly with yellow giraffes and orange daisies. Oh- your boat? I dunno- go to our outlet, throw some remnant in there! Its just a boat!" One wonders why I was not a success....
Oh yeah, I was leaving....

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure- substitute other names...

I know, I know, I've been gone a long time! But here's a little snapshot into my life....
I don't advertise that I'm an interior designer- a whole lot, anyways. People think this and people think that....and my blog is not about my professional work life. Actually, I try not to let 'professional' become a personal descriptor. I find it limiting and boring. But once in awhile I do have some interesting adventures to share and this is one of them.

My firm, which shall remain anonymous due to any conflicting legalities, recently was involved in a 'spec project'. We designed the interior of a home on a very nice golf course, the home itself was designed by a premier architect and built by well renowned builders. We designed the kitchen, bathrooms, office space, laundry space, designed details such as mantels, paneling treatments- you name it, we designed it! And if it was designed by us- it was drawn by me. When it came time to stage the house I tried not to be involved. I can stage like nobody's business but having done it before I already know how physically hard, and time consuming it is. Plus, there can be personality confilicts (imagine that) between designers and feelings can get hurt. So really, I was not interested. I was however drafted to go on one trip when my boss was out of town and progress had to be made. So here is the story of my trip, in a U-haul, with a 19 year old who could be my little brother and a 16 year old who had no idea what was in store for him being at my mercy for almost two hours both ways.

This is Mike. He is the designated driver- both ways. I've driven a u-haul before for this job and it re-inforces that sometimes you just have to say "NO. I did not hire in for this." Kinda like when I spent six months not delivering messages because I did not want to be turned into the receptionist.


This is "the other Mike". He's sixteen so I did not feel that I should divulge any other personal information. Plus- teenagers! They are so sensitive! Look at his face- you can tell he didn't approve of having his pic taken. If only he knew what was coming up.






After the world's quickest run into Wendy's we hit the road. By this time the "other Mike" realized he'd left his coat at Wendy's and my cell phone was missing. It later turned up under Mike's butt. Thanks- and interesting- how I could not hear it ringing and he could not feel it vibrating.

Now, I think ahead. A victim of motion sickness I started taking Bonine days ahead so I was fine. But, also ahead of time I started making a top ten list. I'm somewhat famous for my David Letterman type top ten lists. I let the boys have one rule each because I'm nice like that. Here they are.

#1 and 10, (easy enough, right? See, thinking ahead.)
What happens in the U-haul STAYS in the U-haul.

#2 I'm in charge until I say Mike is in charge which will happen right about time to unload. I can re-voke Mike's in-chargeness at any given time. The "other Mike" will never be in charge because he's the youngest and that's just how the world works. The youngest is never in charge.

#3 Eyes straight ahead. We're three white people in a U-Haul. It already looks bad.

#4 When the cop asks- if he's old and fat- I'm your Mother and we're moving to Texas to be with your Dad. When the cop asks- if he's young and reasonably fit- I'm your cute older sister and we're just moving into the area.

#5 No talk of sports. If the discussion does turn to sports I will immediately share with you my one and only experience of birthing a child. Enough said.

#6 If anyone farts we don't talk directly about it. We use the code words "white fluffy bunny" and immediately roll down the windows.

#7 By Mike "Nobody passes this U-Haul"

#8 By the "other Mike" Oops, I can't remember right now...

#9 Potty stops whenever Chris needs them and as often as Chris needs them.

#10 Same as #1, What happens in the U-Haul- stays in the U-Haul!

This is the kitchen of said 'spec house'. If I drew it once I drew it ten times. I knew every dimension by heart. The cabinets are beautiful. They were made by the Amish. The range hood was designed by us as well as the island. Granite counters and butcher block top on the island. See the doors in the dining room? They open to a pantry closet. This is a relatively small house and the architect did not include a pantry. A house with this price tag must have adequate food and dish storage so this was our solution. How do you like that custom finish? Its yummy in person.

This is a shot of the entry into the living room. The paneling, real paneling, not the sheets that I gleefully tore from my parents walls, runs up the wall to about 5'-6" and really sets the tone for the house.
I love how the bedroom turned out. I didn't truthfully have much to do with it but I think its stunning- quiet and serene. My employer selected the upholstered bed and chairs. The view is of the golf course and stream that runs behind the home.


We incorporated built-ins wherever we could. Before you think we are too crazy talented- we copied this closet/bench from a magazine. There's very few 'new' ideas in art or design. The talent comes in knowing the when, where and how and the execution. I think this is adorable.

On the way home our witty banter proved too much for the "other Mike" so he decided to duck out by taking a nap. Mistake? Well, a picture is worth a thousand words.


We got home late and real Mike had to get to night class so he paused the U-haul at the door of our store and I rolled out. It was an excellent adventure- I'm sure- for everyone.

That's only some of what I've been up to folks. I just can't seem to get at my computer right now except to check in with my cloth and clay dolls where I am hosting a challenge called "Childrens Storybook Characters" wherein you are supposed to create a doll based on a meaningful character from a loved child hood story. I have over 75 members and am having performance anxiety. I chose Sara Crewe from 'A Little Princess' but can't seem to capture her likeness. So far I have 4 doll heads to prove my ineptness. My true stroke of genius was when I realized that one looked more like George W. Bush than a girl child. Strangely, that is the one I decided to continue to develop. We'll see how this all turns out.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I know, I know....

I can't grab a minute to blog but I want to! Can't wait to tell you about my excellent adventure with Bill and Ted- picture me, a 19 year old boy and a 16 year old boy in a u-haul on a delivery an hour and 40 minutes away! I've got pics of that and the beautiful 600,000. house we were staging for presentation. I went to friend Kristi's scrap for just a short while and of course...art stuff and me- frazzeled ole'me. Hang in....please....