Something about seeing dogs on a sunlit morning seems to predicate a better world, or the possibility of one. I wonder if this image came from the title of the blog flying dog studio design wall? It could be. The above is another t-shirt design.
I love this alternative to a journal/idea book on spiritcloth.
Just saw the Black Swan, an improving cinematic tale of a girl with stars in her eyes, her nurturing mother, and her consummately professional mentor...
Oh wait, that's not right...
This movie is a hoot, but it's beyond me whether that's intentional. The David Cronenberg reference in a pivotal scene would seem to indicate it's meant to be tongue in cheek. It's as if the Crypt Keeper was telling a Weird Tale about ballet. Has anyone seen it, and if so, did you manage not to cover your eyes during the manicuring scenes? In the same theater, The King's Speech was playing, which probably really was improving.
One of the truly marvellous jeweler's elves by Kat Soto in the windows of Shreve & Co. in San Francisco. Part of the proceeds from sales of these benefit Doctors without borders and the Aids Memorial Grove Foundation. I wish you could see the beautifully articulated hands of these, delicately jointed at the wrist.
In a friend's flower shop recently, I noted that she was keeping her teapot warm with a towel. Tea cosies are simple to make - just make a semi-circular paper pattern with the spout and handle marked. Then cut out the lining and the front a bit larger. I have ironed interfacing to the lining and will do so with the back side of the front also. See where I have ironed the back of the lining to overlap the interfacing? the front and lining should be sewed together, then both halves are sewed together remembering to leave the gaps for the handle and the spout. A great D.I.Y. project for a winter evening (unless you crave efficiency, it's also a nice one for hand-sewing)- I will post a photo of the finished item tomorrow.
Above, the interior of Terrasolon Polk Street in San Francisco, presided over when we visited by a young man so jolly it seemed as if he could be Santa Claus in 40 years.
Above, An installation of mosaic eggs by Robert James in a run-down part of Market Street, part of a program of The Arteryfunded by the S.F. Art Commission and the National Endowment for the Arts.
Across all the cultures and religions in the Northern hemisphere are celebrations of light in the darkest days - It's fascinating -literally hypnotic- the dazzling surfaces presented by the reflective, faceted surfaces of ornaments, as if staring into this dissolving radiance could take one right out of materiality, time and civilization and its discontents.
Robbie had the idea of my making a cushion cover for his mother (my sister) to memorialize their terrier Teddy, who is no longer with them. The reference photo was taken by a family friend, Dick Gilmore.
For the fur, I felted a wool shirt I found on the street. I have plans to turn five sweaters which have been felted (three of them intentionally) into two fashion forward sweaters, possibly over that limbo week between Christmas and New Year's.
This reversible wall hanging is for sale at the Made for Aid Etsy Store, along with other items suitable for Christmas giving, including scarves for wintry weather. All proceeds go to charity, see the Made for Aid website for more details.
Christmas ornaments in a local store. Please note: these are gun-sized, not ornament sized. If a certain ex-governor were a festive decoration, this is what she'd be.
Edit: After I posted this, went to a gallery show which had a matched pair of stitched and stuffed white satin pistols as a wall-hanging. How can political/didactic art hope to keep up with the proliferating weirdness efflorescing from the strange machine which is mature capitalism?
I'm not exactly sure which Holiday is being celebrated here...in any case, I'm offering 10 of these 4" by 6" cards, blank inside, with pristine white envelopes for purchase at $12.00 American, shipping included. As the Holidays are upon us, I'll just be sending them out for the next week or so, so you'll have time to use them before Christmas. I will attempt to send out any orders in 24 hours.
On redubble. This must be the Antiguardian of Dreams, or the Bringer of Nightmares. I wonder how far back the Punch and Judy show goes? He is the little homunculus in all of us, the reptilian brain which it's well to sing to sleep.
I suppose you could get into some interesting discussions in a bar wearing this...
Edit: it occurs to me that when we are contained, we long for freedom, whereas when we are completely free, we start thinking about the wee little cottage with the light in the window. This is, of course, hardly an original thought, in fact I believe there is a classic song involving a red bandana along these lines.
Illustration for a Berkeley Monthly article about a teacher explaining the term "digit" to middle-school students. Unfortunately, this particular teacher confused "lie" and "lay" unintentionally in the text of the article - gnashing of teeth, rending of garments here. Sigh.
Another t-shirt, this was based on a stuffed lion I had as a child. The sale at redbubble (see Nov. 4 post) ends on the 14th.
After I had made this, I visited Spirit Cloth and saw a sibling of this character (not the first time Jude and I have been looking at the same page in the book of dreams). And there is a more cautious cousin of these two on fiberrainbow.
"In winter," Grandfather Trout said, "summer is a myth. A report, a rumor. Not to be believed in". - John Crowley, Little,Big Edit: See comments section for selections from readers' favorite winter-themed poems ( add your own if you would like).
I'm going to make this an illustration friday entry for the prompt afterwards- in the sense that this is after the phantom ship sails away, and the Mariner is left with the consequences of his actions. For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow -Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Do let me know if you are interested in commissioning one of your own...the next one I am doing is a wedding photo, very excited about that. I'm treating these differently than the ones I do for myself, they're softer, and of course I assume people don't want the faces hidden. Thursday I'll be posting another altered photo of a child, this one more in the usual mode.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas
--From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
It's wrong to confuse an author with his or her works...but he has a dyspeptic look that seems perfect for a crab, does Eliot. Not to mention the poem being set in October, in keeping with its Autumnal mood. I'm going with literature-related t-shirtson Mondays for awhile. Next week, continuing with the nautical theme, I'll have the Ancient Mariner up.
The esteemed Lettuce introduced me to Robert Holdstock's Mythago Wood Series, in which people in rural England find themselves drawn into a dark wood. Beings from the collective unconscious mind appear first as flickers at the corner of the eye, before they completely manifest as creatures of ambiguous intent. Another t-shirt design...I actually need to stop with these and maybe do some Holiday cards. In the mean time, I'm considering this an entry for Illustration Friday's spooky prompt.
What's "great"? Just had a disagreement with another blogger about a piece of [literature according to me, something else according to him]. There are books that are revelations when one is young, but which seem tedious when we are older. This is not, to me, because we're necessarily wiser, it's more about what we need from literature ... or any art form. I have enjoyed introducing young friends to On the Road, for instance, but were I to reread it now I think I would feel like kicking the narcissistic a***s of the characters. In art, as my vision has become fuzzier, I have lost interest in murky images. What lasts? And even if it doesn't last, can't something be great in its time and place? Is knowing when we are older more accurate or just different from that when we're young?*
Hmmm...May not be my greatest work, or even t-shirtever. It started out with my being irritated with AT & T (the phone company, for my friends in far-off places). This photo is wonderful though, don't you think? And I thought the film Mary and Max was delightful and surprising, just about as uplifting as downbeat can get.
Just watched "Doubt" and "Boys don't cry". Both good films, and both ask questions about how we know someone else - are those mirror neurons of the funhouse variety, or do they really allow us to see something about the other person? How much do we ordinarily take someone at their own valuation? "Boys don't cry"*, in particular, is remarkable for dividing the supporting characters after the big revelation, two characters in particular feel that their knowing goes deeper than what seems to be a major falsehood by the main character, and they continue in their feelings of affection. Does the lie reveal a truth? It was interesting to watch the two films in succession.
Strange moth, former moth really, I found on the sidewalk.
* This film could also be seen as an extended gloss on the Tom Waits song "Whistle down the Wind" - let's put it this way, it didn't leave me with any great desire to visit Lincoln, Texas (or Falls City, either).
My name is Susan Sanford. I pursue the arts in Northern California -Welcome to my free-associative visual journey . I don't do memes or accept awards or ads, but I frequently link to other bloggers if I see something delightful. All photographs and artwork here were made by me unless otherwise noted- please respect my copyright (this includes posting any images on facebook- my understanding is that they claim ownership of photos posted there).