Monday, February 21, 2005

Self Portrait

Do you ever feel like you are coming apart at the seams? Motherhood will definitely do that to you. This morning I am hiding from my four year old who is currently throwing a fit for no particular reason other than she feels as though she has been wronged in some way that the rest of us don't quite understand. She is,at this very moment, hurling toys at her bedroom door trying to create as loud a thunk as possible. Unfortunately I have only had one cup of coffee today and am not ready to face the world of children head on quite yet. I'll get there eventually.

This is my self portrait, in it I am coming apart at the seams and chaos reigns all around. At least I had a good weekend. My husband, good guy that he is, watched the kids for more than a few hours while I visited an artist friend. I have to say that it was good to get out of the house for a while. My friend has been working on frames for me( we do tend to clash form time to time on the framing), but we are working out the kinks. I posted a picture of the funky frame he helped create from an idea that I had, can I say it again, I love that frame. I think that I am going to have him create a few more for me. So far, all that have seen the painting have loved it. It is always nice to get positive feedback from time to time-or any feedback at all for that matter. I do know that framing is the most tedious and frustrating part of the art business(besides slow sales), because as soon as you think it is perfect you find something wrong like a smudge inside the glass or dust you missed. It sucks. Joel(a.k.a. my framer) is discovering this the hard way. It becomes even tougher when you are already in a dusty environment like a wood shop. Anyway thanks to Joel for his patience and thanks to my awesome husband Bob for letting me spend time away from my kids for the sake of my sanity. I may actually be able to survive the week cooped up in the house.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Another Pink Lady

I must be thinking pink lately because I can't seem to paint or draw anything but these pink figures lately. I am on my way to creating a whole series of these pensive naked ladies.
So far I have created two pastels and am working toward completion of a large oil painting. I'm hoping to show them at some of the art fairs that I will be participating in as well as a couple of gallery shows.

The Funky Frame

I wanted a frame that captured the motion of the lines in this painting and I think the idea was realized wonderfully. I collaborated with a sculptural wood worker/artist friend and this is what was born. I might not be able to part with it any time soon!
I dub thee, The Funky Frame .

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The Good Enough Mother

I recently read an article in this weeks Newsweek Magazine titled The Good Enough Mother by Anna Quindlen. It really spoke to the craziness surrounding motherhood today. I can definitely relate considering that I have four children of my own under the age of ten and I have tried to be the super human parent juggling children, a job and attempting to run a household and do it all well(like that was ever a possibility). After I had my third child I quit my job and tried to redefine myself in the role of just" mother". Which generally meant losing my self defined identity as a teacher(which was my former profession) and put me on this completely untravelled road as a stay at home mom. I spent the first year trying to figure out what do do with myself and my children. Motherhood can be a very lonely job, thankfully I made some great friends-also mothers, who could "feel my pain." Five years ago I decided to take some of my life back and began painting and drawing to fill a creative void. I was sick of my only feeling of accomplishment coming from how clean my house was or weather or not I had dinner on the table, clean kids, and a tidy house before my husband got home. June Cleaver I was not and I hated playing the role, so I gave up the part. I am still juggling, but now I am showing some of my work, which not surprisingly, revolves around motherhood and my ever changing thoughts and views about surviving this life as a woman. So for all of you crazed moms out there( you know who you are) take a load off. Let the kids run wild, don't vaccuum, screw the dishes, and for god sakes order some pizza it will save your sanity!
This is one of my very first paintings titled The Good Mother. It is about the down time in motherhood when you get to actually enjoy the whole experience without judgement.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Buffalo Fish Fine Arts

It's official, there is a new gallery in town-sort of. Okay, so they are a bit off the beaten track from the twin cities scene, about 90 miles west to be exact, but it was worth the very long drive to visit. Last night was Buffalo Fish Fine Arts grand opening,which I was lucky enough to be a part of. All I can say is you know that you are not in or anywhere near the cities when you can see every star out in the universe while driving to the gallery. I have a few pieces in the show and will have a featured artist month this august-yeah me! I thought it would be fun to take a few pictures to share with all 5 of you who actually read these posts .
This is the artist who will be featured in March -he resides in Minneapolis
The pieces on the left are two of my pastels
This is my oil painting called Behind the Couch
The stairs leading to the gallery loft
In Minnesota one always needs a deer head for decoration
View from the gallery loft
A painting in the gallery loft
Another view from the loft
Here I am trying not to look dorky in front of my painting
Still trying not to look like a dork...
So there you have it,Willmar Minnesota's newest gallery, or should I say only gallery. I do have to say, it is a really nice space to show work, and the owners are great.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Morph Link
This is the link for all of you who would like to see your lovely selves transformed into a fabulous work of art. Here are a few more pictures. The first one is me as a baby-yikes! The next is me as an Alons Mucha, and the last one is me as a Manga character. My sister thought that the Manga character was hilarious. She also posted a few pictures on her journal. The one of Hugh Grant looks a lot like Christopher Walken to me. You can check it out at .

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Look I've been transformed

This is me morphed into a Modigiliani and a Botticelli. My sister was kind enough to send me these pictures she created. I thought that they were funny. Maybe I should create a self portrait to post along side these.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Why Woman are Crabby

I just got this hilarious albeit truthful e-mail about why woman are so crabby ( my husband is still trying to figure it out) ,so I thought that I would share it.

WHY WOMEN ARE CRABBY We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Alongwith those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had. Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside ussteadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.Our once-flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middleof the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning inpain all the way to the ER.Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. HearMeRoar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push(more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,mushroom-headed 10-pound bowling ball through a keyhole.After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.Then come their teen years. Need I say more?When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmotherof all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the afore mentioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right.! Bite me.
Pink Lady