<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966</id><updated>2009-11-10T23:39:46.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anne ricketts</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.annericketts.com/stores.html"&gt;where&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.annericketts.com/contact.html"&gt;contact&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-5361120135350797045</id><published>2009-11-06T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:55:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's little secrets</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-5361120135350797045?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/5361120135350797045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=5361120135350797045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/5361120135350797045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/5361120135350797045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-little-secrets.html' title='life&apos;s little secrets'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-6153201280554396716</id><published>2009-11-02T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:16:10.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as my father likes to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Su8h0naeBYI/AAAAAAAAADw/eRLIZ4DsJ3A/s1600-h/glass1:2fullor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Su8h0naeBYI/AAAAAAAAADw/eRLIZ4DsJ3A/s320/glass1:2fullor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399571666057430402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father also replied, when i asked him the other day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey dad, is the glass have empty or half full?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"depends on which glass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Su8h0naeBYI/AAAAAAAAADw/eRLIZ4DsJ3A/s72-c/glass1:2fullor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-3451947274607027344</id><published>2009-07-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:14:51.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anne ricketts: Thank God for Serendipty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-for-serendipty.html#links"&gt;anne ricketts: Thank God for Serendipty&lt;/a&gt;: http://dlabrecque.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2009/07/anne-ricketts-thank-god-for-serendipty.html' title='anne ricketts: Thank God for Serendipty'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-3077076557449361969</id><published>2009-07-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:16:35.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packaging...some people got it and some dont'/><title type='text'>Thank God for Serendipty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/SmizH7zzC0I/AAAAAAAAADo/aONHpyKrmko/s1600-h/Photo+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/SmizH7zzC0I/AAAAAAAAADo/aONHpyKrmko/s320/Photo+363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361732305279978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 "&lt;a href="http://nightingalejewelry.com/home.html"&gt;http://nightingalejewelry.com&lt;/a&gt;/home.html"&gt; 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! &lt;a href="http://dlabrecque.com"&gt;http://dlabrecque.com&lt;/a&gt;she 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my packaging now and hopefully soon to be much inproved.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-3077076557449361969?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-7380773665648847256?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/7380773665648847256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=7380773665648847256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7380773665648847256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7380773665648847256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-mush-brain-who-would-have-thought.html' title='mommy mush brain -who would have thought it would come to this'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-7114160317341411614</id><published>2009-07-14T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:00:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sea world</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;br /&gt;i loved my weekend, love being with my family and even loved visiting my family as in brothers parents. &lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch the horse races.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-7114160317341411614?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/7114160317341411614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=7114160317341411614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7114160317341411614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7114160317341411614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2009/07/sea-world.html' title='sea world'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-1822557386611603722</id><published>2009-01-09T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:31:44.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long</title><content type='html'>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.....&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt; 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-1822557386611603722?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/1822557386611603722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=1822557386611603722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/1822557386611603722'/><link rel='self' 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foundry today and picked up a bunch of my nests and some other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; for my stores.....i love my casting guy...does the best work. now it is just about finding the time and energy for this new series...i was thinking today that i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; done a sculpting series, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; not a bronze series that was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;primarily&lt;/span&gt; done for my stores....and what i am doing, exploring memory and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;impermanence&lt;/span&gt;,  i am finally sculpting from a part of my self that all seems to have come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;...strange it has taken me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many years to get here, of course my focus was really more the high end design stores, so this is different and feel so good and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also in the midst of editing and retooling the pieces in my new series as i go, i am so glad for all of the years of doing work for different stores, consignments etc because it has enabled me to be able to step back and view my art for what it is, a piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber has come in and given me some great feedback, i love her eye, she is so talented at all of what she does, so i changed my branch - my memory tree on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. ripped, cut and hammered the base of it off and put on a large root ball that i still now have to sculpt.  that has changed the dynamics of the piece is such a more powerful way. and now we are just looking at the nests, i will do 18 of them, one for each place i lived as a child, instead of the boxes...finally giving up the boxes!!! have tried to make that piece work for year and now i am admitting to myself (and all) that they just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; work, something amber has been telling me for years. but the nests are a great replacement, and now i am editing those, with her help, and having to do some recasting, but i would rather pay more to redo them then to use the ones that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; work. i will have to upload pics of the process, really fun, the kids love it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is it for now, have to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;M'Lady&lt;/span&gt; (known as amber to the outside world) pack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; baskets for the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-8102580533551068603?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/8102580533551068603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=8102580533551068603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8102580533551068603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8102580533551068603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-new-series.html' title='my new series'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-9199105027436116156</id><published>2008-01-03T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:49:33.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ava and i on our way.....&apos;big john&apos; and ava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting up sculpting &apos;camp&apos;'/><title type='text'>on the hunt for a horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v9E9iGwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YW28jhIVtKM/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v9E9iGwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YW28jhIVtKM/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151396643876248322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ava&lt;/span&gt; (my 2 1/2 year old........ah so now you know why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; blog very often - plus our 4 year old .....but that is another blog) so anyhow i finally realized that if this horse sculpture is going to be any good then i better get a real horse to sculpt. i  let my fingers do the walking and found this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;equestrian&lt;/span&gt; center about 5 minutes from grandma's house (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; my studio) so off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ava&lt;/span&gt; and i went to see what it was all about - plus i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get anyone on the phone + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ava&lt;/span&gt; loves horses.&lt;br /&gt;so as we wound through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tractville&lt;/span&gt; houses i have to say this place was like a little jewel stepping back in time. i/we loved it. when we got there it was empty, just a guy cleaning out stalls and he said we could look around, must of been about 50 horses or more boarded there......it was clean and just felt like another era almost, like we really were out in the country, made me miss my horse and wish we could have one...........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ava&lt;/span&gt; and "big john" particularly seemed to hit it off. later i came back just by myself and the owner's daughter? was there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; nice, offered to pull a horse out of the stalls for me to sculpt. i opted instead to just set up shop by several horses as you can see.........i loved this place, want to go back and actually go on a ride (they do tours for 30 bucks an hour). oh i guess  i should talk about my new series..........that shall be my next blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v909iGxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xgZKdrFfhc0/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v909iGxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xgZKdrFfhc0/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151396656761150226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31zR09iG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/SlAL97sJKBA/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31zR09iG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/SlAL97sJKBA/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151400298893417282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v-09iGzI/AAAAAAAAACM/iGwvDciaBeU/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v-09iGzI/AAAAAAAAACM/iGwvDciaBeU/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151396673941019442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-9199105027436116156?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/9199105027436116156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=9199105027436116156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/9199105027436116156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/9199105027436116156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='on the hunt for a horse'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31v9E9iGwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YW28jhIVtKM/s72-c/IMG_1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-2746584613119486670</id><published>2008-01-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:17:30.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax &apos;moving&apos; boxes with addresses of places i used to live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings of my manzanita memory branch....still covering the armature'/><title type='text'>blue skies ahead...or just simply branch and box and the new series i am working on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31up09iGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/b8HaKPJ-MwI/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;why this is  underlining is just so par for the course with me..........anyhow, the branch and boxes you see are all part of this new series i am working on...that actually the horse is a part . i  am creating a series in which i  am trying to explore  memory and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transcendence&lt;/span&gt;, loss and longing. this is a body of work that i have been 'working' on in my head and actually trying out parts of it in different forms for a few years now,,,,,and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; til just recently  that it hit me i  should be just sculpting it more in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt;, since that is what i do in general! i would like to bronze most if not all of the pieces..sounds so obvious but i had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experimenting&lt;/span&gt; with  plaster topographies for one  as in the horse  piece, which i had photographed and  titled  'the morning Hope  ran away"........i  wanted to capture that moment in  more of a  straight  sculpture form...which is  challenging...to make it mine and fresh and yet  i cant get away  from the fact that  it will be a bronze horse sculpture when i am done.......i have been waiting a long time  to see if  more traditional  sculptural mediums  will ever come back, not that i  will  stop doing them, and i remember when painting  as in portraiture was such a no no  and now  everyone is doing it....so fascinating how the art world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;  to far from the fashion world in that sense...anyhow i digress. i feel i am finally working on a series that really comes from my heart,  and  still  is done in the  medium and  with the craft level  that at this point i have spent years  working on. the horse sculpture and each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; in this series has to do with a moment in time or an aspect of my childhood and also loss....the week before my one brother john got married he  took me  on an overnight horseback camping trip......this would be our last  adventure before  he  sort of left  our own family.....it  felt like that to me...even though he would still be around, and his wife  was my best friend....there was both a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;simultaneous&lt;/span&gt;  sense of  loss  and  that  this would be a memory  for the rest of my life, something i would hang on to - a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;permanence&lt;/span&gt; to it.  in the morning  after we had camped i discovered that my horse  Hope had pulled loose from her  rope and was gone. we  spent hours  finding her and then  trying to catch her.  that moment so perfectly illustrates to me what i am trying to express...hopefully the peice can capture some of this. i want to do Hope just in that instant that she saw me, was startled and before she started to run...........i also am considering adding an element to the base but more on that later...am not sure how confidant i am to actually post those ideas!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boxes and branch  is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; i will  talk about more next time..............my kids are calling!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31up09iGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/b8HaKPJ-MwI/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31up09iGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/b8HaKPJ-MwI/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151395213652138722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31uqk9iGvI/AAAAAAAAABs/O5eponf_8bU/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31uqk9iGvI/AAAAAAAAABs/O5eponf_8bU/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151395226537040626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-2746584613119486670?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/R31up09iGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/b8HaKPJ-MwI/s72-c/IMG_1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-4385736721779873569</id><published>2007-11-07T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:14:29.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New work in progress --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;11.29.07....been a bit busy....&lt;br /&gt;these photos were posted so long ago .. the piece is actually cast and at trey's store (aris) in laguna beach. i will be loading photos of them to my function gallery soon...well krystal will.....i was going to write more....that is a robert wilson 1974 retro board i am sculpting by the way....then i thought these pictures sort of tell it all anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RzIhcAv5mRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d-exyJ61LpQ/s1600-h/PA252625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RzIhcAv5mRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d-exyJ61LpQ/s320/PA252625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130199690649377042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RzIh8gv5mTI/AAAAAAAAABM/eqZyuX8dEhc/s1600-h/PA262632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RzIh8gv5mTI/AAAAAAAAABM/eqZyuX8dEhc/s320/PA262632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130200248995125554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/4385736721779873569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/4385736721779873569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-work-in-pogress-to-be-continued.html' title=''/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RzIhcAv5mRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d-exyJ61LpQ/s72-c/PA252625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-8482263611917142640</id><published>2007-09-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:47:13.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting it togeather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RwUh-bN5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/29zHtYLtElQ/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RwUh-bN5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/29zHtYLtElQ/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117533907918101666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so krystal...my own personal goddess when it comes to the computer, uploaded some photos i took of pieces i am currently working on...i will try to upload, myself (please dont hold your breath anyone).&lt;br /&gt;i finally started working on the male torso for Trey at Aris....i have had a number of requests for that over the years but worried about the difficulty of doing such a classic pose....making it my own. dont ask me exactly why i felt that way myself...lots of my work directly references the classics.....so i started on the torso and very soon realized i really needed a real guy in here to model for me. i kept making the figure proportional off.....neck too thin, waist too long etc, in other words feminine although when you looked at it you wouldnt think that, just think what is off about this piece? so my best pal zane hooked me up with this fabulous dancer (as in legit dancer...ballet modern etc) and i feel i am hooked. first off dancers make the best models, he could hold a pose so long it was ridiculous...i had to stop before him cause my hands were cramping. when i have had amber pose for me though she is great with creating a pose she does want a break every five minutes. and secondly i have to say micheal (the model) was just a sweet dream of a guy. and after sculpting and living with this torso for a bit now i cant believe i didnt do one sooner. i sort of re saw the male figure and  feel in love with just the simplicity of the lines of the male body. very graceful. i ended up really wishing i was doing a full figure of micheal, he has a great classical face and his hands and feet are so beautiful....oh well, maybe i will someday. i was even daydreaming of doing a full figure, sort of matching female but not nearly as hokey as that sounds. but a classical pose of both him and also this female friend of mine. i think it could look really beautiful, both classical and contemporary at the same time. we will see.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-8482263611917142640?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/8482263611917142640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=8482263611917142640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8482263611917142640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8482263611917142640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-it-togeather.html' title='getting it togeather'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/RwUh-bN5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/29zHtYLtElQ/s72-c/IMG_0987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-7297878298403087345</id><published>2007-07-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:42:52.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Shitty Jobs</title><content type='html'>a favorite series of mine: All My Shitty Jobs ( or at least a few of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i started cataloguing my jobs really because of the influence of my girlfriend - she does that as part of her job. plus i always like to sort of box things up in my head- with the jobs it gave me a sense that maybe there was a reason i had had so many shitty jobs - at least i could do a series on it. it also gave me something to do at my last shitty job . i cataloged them by drawing on the back of outdated pace wildenstein Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;invitations cards. below are a few. i have starred (*) the ones i got fired from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?user_id=25464338@N08&amp;tags=ARshittyjobs&amp;" frameBorder="0" width="500" scrolling="no" height="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pen on verso of pace wildenstein LA  announcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 x 7 inches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-7297878298403087345?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/7297878298403087345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=7297878298403087345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7297878298403087345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/7297878298403087345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-my-shitty-jobs.html' title='All My Shitty Jobs'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-9002649848872070548</id><published>2007-07-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:03:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stumped for a title</title><content type='html'>finally getting this going...bear with me, shall learn one of these days (fast hopefully) to upload &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fotos&lt;/span&gt;......am working on some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mockups&lt;/span&gt; for trey at &lt;a href="http://www.arisonthecoast.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - outdoor sculpture, am going to experiment with design cast, try to create the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; out of wire mesh and then smear (for lack of a better word) the design cast on and see how it goes...only draw back sort of is that each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; with be one of a kind...that also could be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-9002649848872070548?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/9002649848872070548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=9002649848872070548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/9002649848872070548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/9002649848872070548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2007/07/stumped-for-title.html' title='stumped for a title'/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926846141967790966.post-8126182701402070844</id><published>2007-07-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:16:29.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Rp_Aq-AEtWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roMU09Dl6yI/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Rp_Aq-AEtWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roMU09Dl6yI/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088997948382295394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my notebook! Here you will find sketches, images, ideas, and brainstorms of what I am working on. This is my latest piece that is now available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7926846141967790966-8126182701402070844?l=annericketts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/feeds/8126182701402070844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7926846141967790966&amp;postID=8126182701402070844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8126182701402070844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7926846141967790966/posts/default/8126182701402070844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annericketts.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-my-notebook-here-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>anne ricketts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222057105309183152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02718194154781030946'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_StgQ5lgXbu8/Rp_Aq-AEtWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/roMU09Dl6yI/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>