life's little secrets

not that i have any,,,,or at least none that i want to share here...but i do want to say i read a great little essay by barb johnson and i want to do a blatent plug of her book"MORE OF THIS WORLD OR MAYBE ANOTHER" i bought a copy on amazon and am loving it. anyhow she wrote this article about being a late bloomer, and i was thinking of the quote on our fridge my wife got me for my birthday that says "life ripens all things" ......and i thought, i am in a perpetual state of feeling like i will never be there.....wherever there is.......and then i thought of my best friend telling me that never being there, is of course all that there is.

as my father likes to say

if your ship never comes in, swim out to it. so since my last packaging guy didnt work out, guess he is doing other things. i went searching on the web and found this amazing young award winning graphic designer out of Portugal. i cant believe how technology has made the world such a small place. we are in the final steps of creating an exciting new look for my work......which of course i will reveal here first....hah!

my father also replied, when i asked him the other day,

"hey dad, is the glass have empty or half full?"

"depends on which glass."

anne ricketts: Thank God for Serendipty

anne ricketts: Thank God for Serendipty: http://dlabrecque.com

Thank God for Serendipty

i have decided to take the packaging plunge. i did a mini survay of some of my stores and then asked the fabulous jeweler margaret solow "http://nightingalejewelry.com/home.html"> how she does hers, which i love. but unlike me i soon realized she has the gift for gift wrapping and i don't. my idea of a gift wrap/packaging is to stick it in an old Ralph's shopping bag and call it a day. you should of seen me last Christmas, somehow i got the gift wrapping work shift......not a pretty sight under our tree. my wife on the other hand is an amazing wrapper.....oh well. so after i came to terms with my lack of ability in this area...a persons strength is in recognizing their weakness...hey that has to be a quote from somewhere....lord only knows where my brain scrapped that one up from. anyhow i contacted my old -as in i have known her since college days- friend. the super stylish Donna Labrecque. check her out! http://dlabrecque.comshe teaches branding at Art Center in Pasadena....just so happens she is working with a packaging person now......life is sweet. i love serendipity. i will update you on this process.

my packaging now and hopefully soon to be much inproved.........

mommy mush brain -who would have thought it would come to this

i just spent the last five minutes trying to log on to my own blog account because i couldnt remember my password.....from two nights ago. now this sort of term memory loss used to really upset me til today when i went swimming with my best friend. we both have 2 kids seven and younger and above and in between their yelling and splashing, my friend and i were trying to have a semi adult conversation about current affairs- i know- why bother right? the sad truth is that it wasnt a conversation. neither of us could remember anything. the topper came when we couldnt remember for at least five minutes the name of that angular faced fellow with the turban .....world trade center....oh yeah ben laden. i feel better though cause i was the one who actually remembered his name. she was still stuck on it starting with an 'H".

sea world

we just spent the day in sea world....what this has to do with anything is as as much your guess as mine. i think my problem over all with the blogging stuff has to do with my self esteem, ultimately i think who really cares? now i know that isnt exactly a positive way to operate in this world, and if we really are what we think or our world is created by what we think then i just have to say i am one lucky gal. i basically have a great life inspite of myself. is there a catagory for that?
i loved my weekend, love being with my family and even loved visiting my family as in brothers parents.
and now i am back at home....my gal at work, me here, breaking every two minutes to try my kids one more time to clean up their rooms. ava is a horse emma who has hoofs and therefore cant clean up her room. that is a new one.

off to watch the horse races.......

so long

it has been so long since i blogged that i actually forgot how to log on........of course if i had done it yesterday i probably would have still forgotten. i still use a roladex and i have all my passwords under the "P" just to show you how out of the modern computer world i am,,,,,and i am also fighting my paranioa that now all the world knows where my passwords are - since god knows i cant remember them- and when if anyone breaks into my house they will get all my passwords.....
and so what does any of this have to do with art...why nothing of course. i am experimenting if i actually can do this, writing while i listen to cat powers and my kids fighting/playing/fighting right behind me.
i have significantly changed both the horse and the boxes/moving sculptures. it is all a good reminder that art really is about the process. once it is made it is done. i know that sounds so obvious (i will blame the obviousness of that statment on my attempt here to write with all this going on) but i forget just what a process it is and i want to rush and finish everything....which i am actually having to do cause i am going to have a show at link gallery in march. and i am hoping to get it all done. but i did totally redo the horse. i just kept thinking how i was doing the horse was not only so done before but not revelent to what i am trying to express. the memory, the moment the time of my childhood that was almost dreamlike, and i remember the moment i knew it was all passing. i was trying to capture that moment of both bliss and loss.. so i saw the topography i have done of that moment, with the plastic horse in it and i just thought that is it. i have to sculpt an exact replica of the plastic horse to match my photograph of that moment.a sort of companion piece to the photo . they both will be named "the morning Hope ran away"

Hope was the name of my horse and it is based on a overnight camping trip i took with my older brother john the week before he got married, and my horse got away and i spent 3 hours on foot trying to catch her the next morning.)

and i would have it cast in bronze and then painted to match the plastic horse and that also was my own little way of commenting on how so many artist dont make their own work, so i would make mine to look like a fabricated piece. i just took it to the foundry wed and i cant wait to see it done

so foto will follow to show what i mean. and i will sign off now and hopefully not wait for 7 months to upload about the boxes.....i took a little video showing the process of that. which has now changed to nest.....ahhh but more of that next time.

so long.