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It’s a Kitty!

You would not believe the variety of art supplies I have. I started as a painter, then found polymer clay. After that I discovered paper, beading, resin, mold-making, flower arranging, mixed media, sewing, embroidery, wood burning, and everything else except knitting and crochet. Those last two… I can’t even, so don’t get me started.

I used to go to a craft store every Friday and spend at least fifty bucks. When my dining room filled up (because I don’t have a real studio) I stopped.  Once in a while I go back and find materials that inspire me and then shit like this happens: I make tiny wire cats. Now I have forty tiny wire cats just like this one in a Tupperware box and don’t know what to do with them.  Whoops.

Maybe I can pair them up with the thirty wire people I made before moving on to wire cats.


The Evolution of the Sticky

I haven’t created any new sticky note art in a few days. It’s my curse as a moody person to have stretches of time that are not productive creatively (as anyone who follows my music can attest). I have, however, taken pictures of everything I’ve done with the intention of sharing them with you. Let’s get started.

This first one is inspired by pure silliness found on Facebook.


Still a hoot after all these years.

I met Jym McMurdo my first year at Washington State. He was The Guy With The Room To Himself on my floor at Orton Hall. He’d also lived at Orton the previous year and had a leg up on everything one needed to know about life there. His room was full of interesting stuff and people smoking, drinking, and eating pizza. I vaguely remember him doing something rude to a teddy bear I had with me one time. Jym was, as my mother would say, a hoot.

This is Jym wearing a knitted animal balaclava of some sort. This is an illustration of the selfie he took while wearing it.  I thought it was hilarious, and now here it is. I framed it.

I managed to get my hands on more of those watercolor pens. I couldn’t help it – I like new products and trying out new things, and watercolor is a new thing for me in any form – there are so many things I want to try out with them! I’m not good with color in any way but I force myself to work with it. You can’t get better if you don’t practice, right? I wanted to practice, even if it meant falling on my face with advanced tools.

The result is a lovely girl in a dress, and proof that I cannot stay within the lines of anything. I’m a little disappointed in how messy it got and debated sharing this note at all because of it.  The illustration under all the messy color is still pretty nice. Should I try to cover it up? I don’t know. Maybe it’s okay as-is.


To correct or not to correct… THAT is my question.

This last one I’m pretty happy with.

The Face of Boe joined my household last year to keep my BFF Martha company since I was feeling a little overwhelmed by being the center of her universe. I had never owned a kitten before. Martha had had kittens before she joined me, so I figured the two of them would be okay, right? Well… kinda.

Boe is not very smart. Okay, that’s unfair – he’s just really juvenile. Still, whenever I see him zipping around in the morning and annoying Martha, I hear “LOOKIT ME IMA TIGER” in a little kid voice. He also kind of walks like he thinks he’s a tiger. Scared of everything, I’ve trained him to relax when I tell him he’s a good boy.



This was done with different markers entirely. I found a set of Faber-Castell pens at Snapdoodle Toys in Kenmore that seemed like they’d be fun. It intrigued me that there were two white markers in the set – how the heck does that work? It’s a subtle white, that’s for sure. Where the Faber-Castell white didn’t do what I wanted I used an extra-fine Sharpie paint marker. The whole composition captures Boe perfectly. He IS a tiger!

I’m sure there will be more. I’m just not there yet.

Following Some Trends

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My local craft stores and boutiques have full displays of text-as-art decor. You’ve undoubtedly seen them in one shape or form, if not in person you’ve seen them on Pinterest captioned by the sorority-girl pinner as “I’m SO going to do this!” They were humorous at first, then clever, then someone decided to turn it into a list of rules your kids and everyone else in your house will ignore. The list goes on. I have one of these in my living room posted right next to the cats’ favorite perch titled “CAT RULES.” It’s not very imaginative, and I think I hung it because I secretly hope my cats can read English and will get the hint.

In other news (and I swear it’s related) my current BF has kids. Kids are great, but his kids are weird. Maybe I just grew up around too many uppity Southern women, or maybe I listened to my Dad too much in my formative years, but I don’t believe in sheltering kids. At all. Stay age-appropriate to avoid scarring them for life, but you have to let them fuck up or they won’t learn anything. Today’s kids are a mishmash of niche sensibilities and medicated personalities. Whatever it takes to keep modern parents from killing their offspring, I guess. My BF’s kids get bent out of shape when I say “crap” “hell” or “damn.” I never considered these words profanity and never will, but they flip out on me. I could go on and on about the discussions I’ve had with the 9 and 11 year-olds on the topic, but it always ends up with me saying this: Get used to it, it only gets more colorful as you get older, so be sure you use it correctly.

Context is everything.

Context is everything.

These two things have resulted in creating text-as-art rules of my own. Only one rule per artwork, because grouping rules into a list will cause young eyes to glaze over and we don’t want that. I pay the mortgage, I get to use whatever language I want. The first one is “Cussing allowed, but only if used properly.” Why? Because “what the shit?” doesn’t have the same impact as WTF. Context is everything, people.

My process is kind of primitive since I don’t own a fancy vinyl cutting machine or stencil. This is on a 6″x6″ wooden canvas sealed with black gesso, transferred old-school with a chalk-backed printout of my design, and letters filled in using white acrylic. No tutorials here. It’s not difficult. At least I think it isn’t. If it truly is then I’m an arrogant jerk for believing anyone is capable of creating awesome things with whatever imagination they have on them. Sorry.

Orb of LightOrb of DarknessSince “trends” in my post title is plural, I should probably add another trendy craft I experimented with recently. This one was on display at my local Ben Franklin crafts right next to their faery diorama and mist-once-a-month succulents. I’m not going to pretend this was cheap to make. The glass and the sand were pricey by my standards ($12 and $5, respectively). Everything else I already had in my supply cabinet, from the fake flowers to the tiny glass bottles. I guess they turned out okay, but I might end up hanging them in better light. These photos kind of suck.

I like what I made but probably won’t make more unless new rules become necessary, and definitely won’t make more of the sand globe dioramas. Those just aren’t me. I’ll stick to the little faces and masks because I truly enjoy everything about them. Don’t let my experience keep you from experimenting, though. You never know what you like or what you’re good at if you don’t experiment.