Dec 01

Failed goal

Mood: pensive.
Well, I didn’t meet my ArtByTheInch goal, not by quite a bit. I was still almost 400 inches short as of last night. I really think that if my computer hadn’t crashed, I’d have made it. But noooo, I lost almost two weeks getting it rebuilt and reinstalling all my software.

I actually started several more pieces during the month, but they are in various stages of incompletion:

* a second spread in Ann-Marie’s RR AB, which I’ll get finished up tomorrow so I can mail it Friday
* a set of tags using clippings from the holiday cup holders from Caribou
* the Weeping Woman ATCs that I’ve been working on for a while, I just can’t seem to get them done
* the beeswax tip-ins for Fran’s RR AB, since I just couldn’t manage the beeswax in the book itself (and after seeing Lorraine’s embarassingly ghastly results in Ann-Marie’s book, I am soooo glad I didn’t try. GAD!)

It’s a shame that cleaning up and organizing my studio doesn’t count! I got the additional iris cart and set it by my work table, with all my glazes and big tall bottles of stuff in the bottom deep drawer. My tools are in one shallow drawer, and I guess I’ll put current project stuff in the top drawer. It is so NICE to be able to get in the studio and actually work, though I still am working in the living room in the evenings while we watch TV together. That way we can snuggle and spend time together while I still Make Art.

I think what I just might do is make this ArtByTheInch thing an ongoing personal goal. Plan to do, and work up to, 1000 inches a month. Then up it to 1500, then 2000, and so on.

I still am undecided about going back to school in January. I really need to email Junco and make an appointment. If she doesn’t think my current work is in keeping with the school and program’s directions and philosophies, then I may not ever go back. OTOH, I may continue to take a few classes to fill in some gaps in my background, without actually going for the textile degree. Who knows. Getting a M.F.A. is not something I NEED to do, it is something I’d do for myself. As such, it may not be the best route to get me where I want to be. Actually, for me, it’s the process, not the end product, that drives me.

Nov 25

A slightly belated giving of thanks

So yesterday I was contemplating the list of things for which I am thankful:

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Nov 23

Yet another bleah day

Mood: crabby.
Yet another nasty sucky gray dreary drippy disgusting day. This makes, what, five in a row? Eewwwww. Even my hair doesn’t like this. It doesn’t know whether to go limp or curly. The only saving grace is that it could be 20 degrees colder (OTOH if it was THIRTY degrees colder I wouldn’t be here because we’d be iced in 🙂 ).

I’m still not back to the art. The ONLY thing I did since Friday a week ago was print out a sheet of images to use in Ann-Marie’s book, and put one lousy coat (of six needed) of gel medium on one of those images to make it into a transfer. Luckily I have five days off coming up, and have every damn intention of using a good chunk of it on my artwork, at least to get Ann-Marie’s book finished up. I’ll probably play in my own book, too, just to try a few things out. I have 540 more inches to go to meet my goal, and a week to do it in. I better get bustin’ my butt.

On the bright side, The Love of My Life and I spent a good chunk of Saturday afternoon cleaning up my studio. I can actually WALK INTO IT now!!! We got the crappy furniture pieces out (as far as the living room, now to get them out of the house), moved my little work table, hung up the rest of the paper, and put a bunch of the assorted crap into boxes and containers, some of which still need to find a home. I decided I need (yeah, NEED) one more Iris Cart to sit under the work table to hold the tools and supplies I need at hand (one with the two deep drawers, not just shallow drawers). That will free up some of the other drawers in the other carts for miscellaneous stuff.

Never mind that I could actually clean out some of the crap and make more space. Ha!!! ME, get rid of stuff to play with?

Damnit, I’m hungry. It’s an hour until I can go get any lunch because I’m in class and my students are taking a test. The snack bar is having their annual Thanksgiving Lunch today (I think it’s free) so I get a free lunch (assuming it’s edible). One packet of instant oatmeal and lots of coffee just weren’t enough this morning. ::sounds of growly stomach::

Okay, I’m babbling. I think I’ll read a bit.