Wednesday, October 31, 2012

three days and counting...

The city was buck wild today with it being both Halloween and the SF Giants Homecoming Parade so even though I got up and into gear this morning, I decided to work from home because the buses were all behind schedule today due to people partying downtown. I did not want to risk spending most of my day waiting on a bus.

Yesterday was a painful and cranky day. My knees hurt like someone hit my knee caps with a shovel but I carried on anyway and went to the studio. I hung work on two of the four walls, planned out the room and then painted more work. It's coming along. I always have incredibly high standards for myself so it's laughable to me when I encounter other people who are so lackluster about getting their spaces ready. I met a fellow shipyard artist last week who remarked - "I don't see what the big deal is. I just pull out some stuff, hang a few pictures and sweep the floor." Meanwhile I am obsessing over placement of things, typing up labels that include little short stories, making a million lists....

I have made 14 large sculptures since April! (That's the most work I have ever done in such a short period of time! I am fighting back crankiness BIG TIME because I have no one to vent to. Then again, maybe venting and complaining would only make me feel worse. I don't know.

I stumbled upon this today and decided to share it here:

Do not despise your inner world. That is the first and most general piece of advice I would offer… Our society is very outward-looking, very taken up with the latest new object, the latest piece of gossip, the latest opportunity for self-assertion and status. But we all begin our lives as helpless babies, dependent on others for comfort, food, and survival itself. And even though we develop a degree of mastery and independence, we always remain alarmingly weak and incomplete, dependent on others and on an uncertain world for whatever we are able to achieve. As we grow, we all develop a wide range of emotions responding to this predicament: fear that bad things will happen and that we will be powerless to ward them off; love for those who help and support us; grief when a loved one is lost; hope for good things in the future; anger when someone else damages something we care about. Our emotional life maps our incompleteness: A creature without any needs would never have reasons for fear, or grief, or hope, or anger. But for that very reason we are often ashamed of our emotions, and of the relations of need and dependency bound up with them. Perhaps males, in our society, are especially likely to be ashamed of being incomplete and dependent, because a dominant image of masculinity tells them that they should be self-sufficient and dominant. So people flee from their inner world of feeling, and from articulate mastery of their own emotional experiences. The current psychological literature on the life of boys in America indicates that a large proportion of boys are quite unable to talk about how they feel and how others feel — because they have learned to be ashamed of feelings and needs, and to push them underground. But that means that they don’t know how to deal with their own emotions, or to communicate them to others. When they are frightened, they don’t know how to say it, or even to become fully aware of it. Often they turn their own fear into aggression. Often, too, this lack of a rich inner life catapults them into depression in later life. We are all going to encounter illness, loss, and aging, and we’re not well prepared for these inevitable events by a culture that directs us to think of externals only, and to measure ourselves in terms of our possessions of externals.
What is the remedy of these ills? A kind of self-love that does not shrink from the needy and incomplete parts of the self, but accepts those with interest and curiosity, and tries to develop a language with which to talk about needs and feelings. Storytelling plays a big role in the process of development. As we tell stories about the lives of others, we learn how to imagine what another creature might feel in response to various events. At the same time, we identify with the other creature and learn something about ourselves. As we grow older, we encounter more and more complex stories — in literature, film, visual art, music — that give us a richer and more subtle grasp of human emotions and of our own inner world. So my second piece of advice, closely related to the first, is: Read a lot of stories, listen to a lot of music, and think about what the stories you encounter mean for your own life and lives of those you love. In that way, you will not be alone with an empty self; you will have a newly rich life with yourself, and enhanced possibilities of real communication with others.
- philosopher Martha Nussbaum
I think vulnerability is a difficult thing to deal with at times. It's uncomfortable to feel alone and raw and just so in need of comfort...

Monday, October 29, 2012

monday randomness

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul. – Ezra Taft Benson

It was an awkward morning caught in my usual feeling of 'lost' that I get into on a Monday. I'd planned to go to the studio but decided to try to work on my email newsletter. That sucked up so much time that the next thing I knew hours had passed and I was still not ready to leave. I decided instead to go to the fabric store and look around. I just went to the fabric store for a mental break and to daydream a bit. I found and then carried around this cotton that had a hand drawn pattern on it made with wax printing. It was blue, and red with bits of white. It was vibrant and cute - would make a great skirt, but I didn't know if I was just that bold to pull it off. Maybe when things get back to normal, I'll buy some of it and see.

Because of my stupidity and not backing things up properly, I have to recreate a list of email addresses for my newsletter. I went through my email account but now I need to find my paper trail and finish the list tonight. I'm also working on completing a wire skirt and making bags for my pieces as well as doing laundry and gathering things to take to the studio tomorrow. Five days and counting...

Friday, October 26, 2012

five senses

SEE
- people wearing lots of orange and black as the SF Giants play in the World Series.
- this quote, which brought tears to my eyes - 
"God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, “I am here."
- a black girl with really outrageously long false eyelashes, bright orange and metallic grey eyeshadow, platinum blonde weave, wearing a really tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt get on the train. She pauses as she goes down the aisle and says to a woman sitting on the train, taking in this vibrant sight - "Whatchu lookin' at?!"

HEAR
- a man say "Here love" as he hands his wife her bag on the train. You could hear the love in his voice.
- a woman complaining that she'd waited over an hour for the bus. Someone tried to stop her from continuing on after 5 minutes of ranting but this only made her more upset. She was still venting when I got off the bus three stops later.

TASTE
- beans and rice
- tuna salad on toast
- Sumatra coffee

SMELL
- the smell of fall
- urine and garbage on the bus
- fresh donuts as I wait for the bus in front of a donut shop (and wish I could go in an buy some)

FEEL
- impatient
- like I'm catching a cold
- anxious as the days tick away until my show (only 8 days left to prepare)

Monday, October 22, 2012

little reminder

“You may fear that the Lord has passed you by, but it is not so: he who counts the stars, and calls them by their names, is in no danger of forgetting his own children. He knows your case as thoroughly as if you were the only creature he ever made, or the only saint he ever loved. Approach him and be at peace.”
— Charles Spurgeon 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

my artist friends

Yesterday I headed over to my friend William's studio. The cool part of it all was that Open Studios was going on in his building. I was excited because his studio is at a gallery space where there are several artists - all whom I think are not only talented but great people. I got there around two o'clock and had such a good time that I ended up spending the entire afternoon  there. I left as the doors closed at 6 pm!

It was a well needed break, a true day off for me and at the same time, it was the inspiration I needed. I found myself wandering from one space to the next, sitting and chatting with artists I had not seen since spring. I was inspired by their ideas. I felt relieved by some of our similar feelings (pressure to do more, feeling unprepared, wanting things the way they appear in our mind...) We talked about a variety of things and it was a good time.

I didn't take any photos but I got some from facebook - photos that other friends have posted so I can share with you images of some of  these great people I spent time with yesterday. (Click the links if you want to see more of their work.)

John's paintings are colorful and whimsical scenes around the bay area. He's a nice guy and seems to really enjoy his life with his wife and two daughters. It's always fun to run into him because he's easy going and relaxed, always optimistic and down-to-earth. We joked that his work is always so full of darkness and gloom (not!).


I'd never met Rachel before but her paintings made me stop and look closer. I ended up in her studio for half an hour and organically engaged in a conversation with her and a guy who was wandering through. The three of us talked about her work and somehow got on the subject of where we live influencing how we feel. She talked about having grown up in Kansas and watching the sky as a child. She paints clouds and puffs of smoke that happen as a result of an explosion or fire or something burning. She got excited when I called her work, "troubled clouds" because the way they were painted, I knew they weren't just ordinary clouds in the sky. Once she begin to talk about the work, I immediately recognized what she was attempting to convey. One huge painting looked like a plume of smoke from a refinery. It was intriguing and I found myself inspired by her.


I saw my friend Tanya and we talked about the creative process and all of the expectations we put on ourselves. We also talked about some of her work which I had not seen before and caught up on life.


William is a gentle soul, a good listener and someone whom I feel like I have known forever but only known for a little over a year. His work is beautiful and yesterday I got to see not only his paintings and drawings but some of the photos he's been taking lately as he walks around the city.


I met an artist named  April  yesterday. I could not figure out why she seemed familiar but later realized I'd seen her work before somewhere else. We unexpectedly ended up having a long conversation in her studio. Turns out she used to have a space at the shipyard so we talked about all of the great things about working there as well as the strange things. She makes art for a living so we talked about the struggle of making ends meet and I realized I am not alone in my feelings of doubt that come up sometimes. In the end, we both agreed that we live beautiful lives and that making art is something we must do.


My last stop was at Priscilla's studio. her work is inspired by her Japanese heritage and she has a fun youthful way about her approach to what she creates. Her studio is filled with items from Japan which accent her work perfectly. Yesterday she showed me these dinosaur, kind of reptile-like images she'd painted. The paint was thickly applied to the canvas and she'd incorporated snake skins into the paintings. That was an interesting conversation when I asked her were she managed to find snake skins. She mentioned a place that sells them by the bag here in SF! We chatted as I watched the old original Godzilla movie which she played in her studio, projected on a big wall. The movie played as a backdrop for her new paintings. There I was surrounded by Japan inspired paintings, Japanese toys, a movie in Japanese with English subtitles and Priscilla - my friend with the crazy mobile earrings and whimsical dress. It was good fun.

Priscilla in her big bright earrings along with another artist Judy.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

five senses

SEE
- a woman with a rosary tattooed around her ankle. The beads elegantly circled her calf and went down the side of her foot as the cross laid on the top of her foot.
- people in Giants gear everywhere! San Franciscans take such pride in their city.
- people selling bootleg SF Giants and 49er t-shirts and sweatshirts
- a little baby girl with the face of an old woman. She looks like she's been here before.
- my artist friend Priscilla's earrings- big mobiles with dangling lime green balls

HEAR
- The bus driver plows down the street to my bus stop at the shipyard, slamming on his breaks and running to the porta-potty. When he comes out he smiles at me and says, "Whew! I thought I wouldn't make it! I've had the bubble guts all day! That sandwich at lunch really did me in!" (Can you say- too much information?)
- "Ooh, this baby just keeps jumping around and moving like crazy!", says an expectant mother with surprise in her voice. In her left hand she holds a jumbo sized 1 liter bottle of Mountain Dew which she gulps down like someone trying to quench their thirst. I struggle not to smile or giggle as I imagine her hyper baby doing a cartwheel out of her womb all jacked up on caffeine.

TASTE
- veggie lasagna
- popcorn with hot sauce on it (Wendy Williams turned me on to it)
- apple juice

SMELL
- garbage as a man gets on the bus with a huge cart full of bottles to take to the recycling place

FEEL
- aching hands and arms

Monday, October 15, 2012

monday motivation


“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well people can’t take their eyes off you”  - Maya Angelou 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

how do you move a mountain?

I went to bed at 2 am but got up at 7 am. Yes, 7 am on a Saturday morning. Crazy huh? It was not a fluke. I sat up after the alarm went off, made a to-do list and began to put the pieces of my day into place. After I'd filled a backpack to the point of almost bursting and did a variety of household chores, I loaded up my luggage cart with two of my newest pieces and headed over to the studio. It was sunny outside and beautiful. For some reason I have the hardest time going to the studio. I resist and then it gets built up into this full blown dread. Yet once I arrive, unlock the door and step inside, I am totally happy. It's like stepping into a bubble of sorts - a room of wonderland. I counted off the days on my calendar until open studios and I have 20 days until the event (as of tomorrow). Some advice I'd heard recently lingered in my head - "if you want change, you need to do things differently."

As I got ready this morning I kept thinking - just do little things. How do you move a mountain - one small rock at a time. At the studio I painted three sculptures and worked on completing another. I made lists. I sat and looked around the room at the sculptures I already have. I tried to imagine what the space will look like for open studios (I still can't).

Tonight I will be laying out tomorrow's clothes. Loading up my cart with more art. Filling another backpack. Going to bed at a decent hour. Then early tomorrow morning I will go back to the studio and begin again.
How do you create a great open studios experience - one day at a time.

Friday, October 12, 2012

five senses

SEE
- my many lists for open studios - what pieces I have available, what I need to buy, what I need to do, how many days I have left...
- a new photo of Caleb. He sucks his middle fingers just like my sister did as a baby.



SMELL
- bacon cooking (mmmm....)
- cleaning products

TASTE
- okra and tomatoes over rice (something I don't generally eat)
- green smoothies
- homemade salsa

FEEL
- the pressure of my upcoming art events as I prepare
- a very tired, sluggish feeling like I am walking against the tide

HEAR
- the dishwasher running
- someone refer to me as "the famous artist Kristine" (this makes me laugh because I feel anything but famous)
- this song which I played, danced and lipsynched to Chloe the cat yesterday:
She responded with a bewildered look...



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

the open studios group exhibit

Every fall I am faced with the question of what I will present in 20 square inches of space which will offer an idea of what my work looks like. In this exhibit over 400 works of art give a sampling of what can be viewed in the Open Studios event this month. This past Sunday I headed over to SOMarts Gallery to hang my piece and hang out with other artists who were there dropping off work. It was a sweet time. As you can see from the photo, the show is very organized and they grid the wall with white string so that each person gets exactly 20 square inches of space. Once the work is all installed the strings come down, the orange tags are replaced with official labels and the show is complete. The opening is tonight. I always hope to create a piece that is so irresistible that someone will have to buy it! 


My sculpture - la vie en rose

Friday, October 05, 2012

five senses

SEE
-my nephew Caleb!
- me lining the kitchen with newspaper and then painting a sculpture in the kitchen so that I could paint after dark and not have to wait to go in the backyard and battle the dander from the trees flying all over my sculpture (Crazy, I know - but no one's home!)

TASTE
- sausage and mushroom pizza
- green salad with tomatoes, cheese, cucumber and avocado
- fresh baked bread

SMELL
- the minty smell of vapor rub on my knees
- green bell pepper (as I diced up a dozen peppers and put them in freezer bags so they would not rot)
- plum puree (trying to find a way to use the big wooden bowl we have full of black plums... I'll add puree to smoothies)

FEEL
- refreshed even though I haven't slept much this week

HEAR
-silence (I've been in the house alone for the past few days)
- my iPod playlists (I've been listening to my iPod while cleaning

Thursday, October 04, 2012

pep talk

pep talk
This is mostly for myself but if you need it, feel free to bask in it, to reflect, to write down these quotes somewhere...




When you’re walking with God you don’t ever have to worry about missing out on anything. —Louie Giglio
God is too good to be unkind, too wise to be mistaken, and when you cannot trace His hand, you can always trust His heart. —Charles Spurgeon

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again. —S. B. B

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

wednesday

Last night my sister went into labor. Thankfully my mom and younger sister were able to get to her (three hours away by car) before she gave birth. Around 11 am today she gave birth to a sweet baby boy named Caleb. I cried upon hearing the news and hearing how well my sister did during delivery. I remember when she was born and holding her tiny body in my arms. Gosh- time flies. I feel like she's still my baby - my little sister.

I just created a piece of art for a group show I am in. The drop-off is on Saturday so I am painting my piece today. It feels strange to be home all alone. I am doing some chores around the house, taking care of the cat and doing what I need to do to prepare for this upcoming show. I would have gone to see my sister too, yet I have some appointments and obligations this week that I have to attend to.