Yep, I'm okay. the etsy store has been going reasonably well, and I have been madly packaging and running to the Post Office during the season (above you see a duo currently on offer on etsy- a cheesy winking man and a hand making the Okay sign - wearing a flesh-colored pinkie ring!). My plan is to take a little time to say hello to some people I have been missing in the blogosphere, and to do a little Mission photo essay for the end of the year - twilight and holiday decorations).
Next year, I'll try to post a couple of times a month anyway - at least until the Holiday wave breaks overhead once again.
I believe this is a rabbit riding a pig. Something about the red hair on the pig is making me think Spanish or Mexican. If you have any thoughts, let me know in comments. I'm about to list them on etsy but would like to know a bit more.
Above is one of the brilliant cartoon sequences of the very talented Tomas Serrano. He has a new website here, visit for more brilliance (his Woody Allen is a favorite of mine):http://www.tomasserrano.com/
Two items married by me and listed just now in my etsy shop. Well, you know...if I'd found a china albatross instead of a white china whale, the story might have gone differently. Aye, aye! It was that accursed white whale that razed me; made a poor pegging lubber of me for ever and a day!... I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up. And this is what ye have shipped for, men! to chase that white whale on both sides of land, and over all sides of earth, till he spouts black blood and rolls fin out.
---from Moby Dick, Herman Melville
I don't know about you, but some days I feel like Ahab, and some days I feel like the whale.
I bought this jacket in a thrift store a few years back and was doing a little research prior to putting it on etsy. Checking the label, I couldn't find anything under "Plum Blossom", so I checked the place name, Guangdong, which opened up a whole new perspective. The cheerful birds on this jacket were not hatched in a sweatshop.
Guangdong province was famous for its handspun silk thread and its embroidery style (Yue). The silk trade gave independence to female domestic laborers, who took an oath to remain single. When the Communists took over in 1949, they cut off trade to the West from this area, and many of the women returned to domestic service as nursemaids (amahs). I don't know, but would like to think, that the embroidery tradition was kept up in private.
The style of script on the label leads me to believe that this jacket was made in the late 40s and that these embroidered birds were among the last to cross the sea.
Spotting this headline caused me to think that, if it were twenty years ago and I saw this, I would be as bewildered as some member of a sequestered Amazon tribe. Is an Obama a person or a sort of bird, and is debt some sort of inhalant, perhaps the reverse of nitrous oxide, which causes the normally high-pitched voice to become "tough" (gravelly, Tom Waits like)? Dizzying to think of the headlines of the future.
Not that I don't support the tough tweeting - go O!
The garage sale, actually...offerings to the neighborhood gods. Irish kitsch, with a label reading "luck", in case anyone misses the point.
Some very shiny wood items from the Philippines, with a spoon reading "Soup 10", this was from a neohippie gathering a few years back which wasn't quite my cup of tea (so no sentimental value). Now you know, but it will probably be a mystery to the person who removes the set.
A somewhat random collection of patterned whites, vaguely coordinated with fire hydrant.
Pictured above, a homemade white cotton petticoat stitched by a woman who was a square dancing enthusiast, from a box of many other garments she had sewn for herself during the 1960s-70s. Put in the etsy store, purchased by someone in Germany named Dieter. What a journey this garment is making, but I like to think that Dieter and the maker of this garment, both enthusiasts, could have sat down and had a wonderful conversation in a suitably noisy beer hall.
I am just getting ready for open studios in Oakland this coming weekend. Believe it or not, I think I'm about 70% done with the cleaning, but I have deceived myself in the past about this sort of thing. The dragon is holding a felted blue wand sent to me by Yvette.
I expect to have some time in between callers this weekend, so I'll be posting a few After shots here.
One of a series of illustrations for the East Bay Monthly for personal essays about childhood, in this one, the narrator's sister claimed that she had been abducted by aliens who were mutilating the family chickens.
One of the pleasures of an overcrowded environment with flotsam and jetsam is how things drift together (as with the phone receiver and board in the previous post). In this case, a printed chicken figure a friend gave me and a map a nephew rescued from a city sewage facility - smelled bad when I got it, yes.
This is a phone receiver my sister found on the streets of Budapest a few years ago and brought to me. Here you see the beginning of my making it into *ART*
Here you see it incorporated with a bit of molding board I found on the Streets of San Francisco.
One of my entries into a juried art competition, when I went to the Post Office to mail it, I waited in line behind a very handsome 25 year old guy with a large ALIVE snake around his neck. Too many dates? Not enough interesting dates? Only dates snakes?
This is a detail of the cover of "The Jolly Blacksmiths", a march by the extremely prolific E.T. Paull which was published in 1905. It's for sale in my second Etsy shop, but if it doesn't sell, I can give it to my sister's husband, who has some blacksmithing skills, is studying piano, and is fairly, well, jolly - in a reflective way. He loves the rosbif, too, as do these guys, I'm sure.
I'm probably partly so amused because I got a piece of spam a day or so ago advising me that my own a** was appearing in a video at a particular online destination. Familiarity breeds lack of interest, so I did not click.
And the second one...to quote Neil Innes, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I've suffered for my art, now it's your turn". Andrew, it's yours if you want it - just don't use it on top of paper, way too lightweight.
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).