WAIT! I won TWO awards! I think I might faint!
WOW! I have my FIRST "accolades" were received Thursday, Jan. 9, 2014 nite at the Brazos Valley Art League juried art show! My mixed media canvas, "WOOF! Who Let The Dogs Out? [#WorldCon 71 #APA Cover] -A Reworking from Phoebus Gaston’s Livre de Chasse," WON BEST OF SHOW in it's division! I am stunned and thrilled!
The art show runs til Feb 9th - so if you are in the #BrazosValley get over there & see all the amazing works - you can vote for your favorite piece at The Arts Council of Brazos Valley.
"WOOF! Who Let The Dogs Out? A Reworking from Phoebus Gaston's 'Livre de Chasse' [WorldCon 71/LoneStarCon 3 's APA Cover]"
The cover for the 71st WorldCon fanzine was revealed at
LoneStarCon 3 (the science fiction WORLD convention - a.k.a. WorldCon 71) in San Antonio!
WOOF, the World Organization of Faneditors, is an amateur publishing association whose contributions are collected, and whose distributions are issued, at and from (but not by or for) the World Science Fiction Convention.
An APA is an assemblage of fanzines. Most APA's are quarterly or monthly. WOOF is yearly only at the WorldCon.
This was years in the making actually. I kept getting sick of it or too busy with deadlines to finish it. But knowing that I was doing the APA cover - and hearing their acronym was WOOF -- I was super motivated to use THIS idea. So I had to get busy and get those dogs done! They and some of the trees/shrubs were made out of polymer clay and baked then coated with an acrylic based varnish. The inspiration for piece came from long-time pet sitting clients who adopt greyhound & whippet retired athletes. They also have Medieval works of art in their house. One day I came across the works of Livre de Chasse by Phoebus Gaston and found the inspiration pieces (below). Idea was born. Hand painting those little squares was tough - but painting without the decades of training I have in perspective was impossible! I had to start many of the trees/shrubs over and over just because I kept giving them too much depth! (Thank you Leonardo di Vinci!)
The next problem was selecting pieces of found objects that would not melt (or become toxic) in the baking process. I wanted mine to be a #Steampunk #Clockwork type of updating on the original. But apparently you shouldn't melt many parts of the things that come out of computer motherboards! LOL! Additionally, when baked, some of the items caused the clay to crack as the pieces contracted. So it was a slow process with a constant learning process.
Lastly the pieces were shellacked and glued in place. (THIS TIME I remembered to take pics!)
This is a great example of one of my (typical) bad examples of my photos. The worst thing is that it's one of the only pictures I have of this work (as is typical of me, I got it finished in time to pack it away to take directly to an art show where it sold almost immediately (and too cheaply, I admit)!
Learn more about this work below.
I hate the business side of my art! I don't like to even think up titles for my work and can spend more time trying to describe an art piece than it took to make it! This is when an overpriced agent would be worth his money! I don't like having to drag all my pieces outside, set up some kind of artsy background so you don't see how much dog poop has piled up in our yard past the item being photographed. I take terrible pictures with my cheap camera and have to run in and out downloading as I go because it has such a low memory capacity. Then there is the aging vision and the apparently shaking hands and broken body unwilling to crouch and hold positions long enough to get a good pic.
I don't know about other artists, but I feel that if I had the ability needed to succeed in business affairs, I probably wouldn't be an artist in the first place -- or at least not a starving one! After a weekend of working nearly non-stop on "art stuff" it is so discouraging to see that all I have to show for it is a website blog entry complaining on getting my Etsy store started up with a lousy four pieces on the site and some shameless self-promotion on social medias.
Yeah, these are the times when I wish I had a wife, an assistant, or an agent to pawn these matters off on. Then I could get busy doing my art - instead of my art business. But at least my Etsy shop is started. And since I am facing spine surgery soon, and will be stuck avoiding painful activities like movement (or not) of any kind, I will have the time to list more items that are completed. One of these days, I hope to be so caught up with the modern technologies available to me that I will be able to photograph and post items AS I complete them! What a concept!
WHAT THE HECK IS IT?
This work is one of my favorite Steampunk 3-D paintings so far. I had the vision that this man from Victorian times has lost the love of his life - his wife of blah-blah years. He is a Darwin-like biologist, who becomes a bit daft with the idea of 'rebuilding' his beloved.
HOW'S IT MADE?
It was made when some nice neighbor cat had the good sense to leave a bird kill in my yard, that I didn't find until it was a perfect skeleton. This painting started out with a background of papers that reminded me of a typical Victorian home. He hasn't bothered to contain his work to his laboratory - it's right there in the parlor. I incorporated some spectacular pieces of vintage doll furnishings like a treadle sewing machine and an oil lamp. I made some furnishings like the cabinet, table &shelves with pieces of scrap wood, painted and unpainted to look used and old. (Cabinet on left has miss-matched knobs; I had a heck of a time getting that simple table to stand up to the weight of the lamp!) The sewing machine is being used for flesh and fabric - which some fabric being left for more work later.
The dress form he is using to create his bride is familiar to anyone who sews; it was cut out from a needle package and decoupage into shape then. Random household findings, such as the drapery hook that was altered to be its legs, create all sorts of little parts. The bird's skull is perched above it attached by a spring - you can see the glass eye (bead) hanging from a copper wire and other wires coming in/out of the creature to a weird machine on the wall. I made the machinery to look as though it's some kind of electrical running apparatus that will gain its power from the next bolt of lightning it's trying to attract from the wires that lead out the window from a train set.
Aside from torturous hours of work (which probably didn't help my need for cervical neck surgery in a week,) this terrible picture doesn't show anyone the amazing little details that really filled this work out. Things like the tiny little jars one with a little frog inside, and one broken with some bloody little hearts (glass beads) spilling out over the books that are stacked and blood splatters and drips to puddle on the floor under the table. There's also the dauggerotype I made from a print of his young miss and glazed into a frame meant for square jewelry cabochons - you can even see where it came from its long-hanging spot on the wall. You miss the cute little creepy monkey on the shelf - he was a practice experiment w/watch parts - and now serves as lab assistant - and is wired to the machinery! You can barely make out an arm (doll arm) on the bottom shelf of the table, or the skeletonized arm with anatomical alterations on it (pen parts I think). There is the most delicious "poster" of human anatomy behind the table. The outside of the frame is adorned with little decoupage pieces that exemplify the great love of this couple's long and great love; including their wedding pic with their faces magnified by the clear glass cabochon.
And since I am writing this without the benefit of good picture documentation, and a badly broken, partially eidetic memory, I am sure I am missing or forgetting other tiny little details that I slaved over! This brings one saying to mind, “A picture is worth a thousand words." I could have saved both of us that much reading if only I'd had a good picture of my work in the first place. Yes, I hate the busyness of business.
BB Blackdog needs your help! In the early hours of the morning 22 Dec 2012 the high profile and wildly popular UK Steampunk Rock band BB Blackdog's tour van was broken into while they slept. Their ENTIRE kit ... everything... was stolen. Police reports were made, information was circulated and to date...nothing!
Axel's high profile (virtually one of a kind) shocking pink Yamaha Custom Birch Absolute drum kit, Dale's and Mike's VERY customized Becker guitars (5 string and a 4 string), several Bose speakers, mikes, sound/electrical equipment, even Demolitia Tribal's dance costumes and performance bag were stolen. For a complete list of items, please refer to https://www.facebook.com/events/528541237170674/?ref=22
Full details and a list of stolen instruments, etc., can be found HERE (the "list page" will open in a new window, allowing easy return to this page)
ALL ESTIMATED DELIVERY DATES WILL BE NO LATER THAN 2 WEEKS AFTER THE DONATION IS CONFIRMED. DISREGARD THE DATE IN THE BOXES.
Montague Jacques Fromage is coordinating with Cas Sharp in England. Quite simply, this fundraiser has been organized to raise monies to replace BB Blackdog's stolen kit. This is an INTERNATIONAL FUND DRIVE, originating "across the pond", the home of Dale Rowles/BB Blackdog.
BB Blackdog, Youtube video of "What You Need"
I often wonder if mental illness of some kind on some level goes hand in hand with the genius of true artists. I think these deep thoughts all the time. But I especially think of this stuff on major holidays when I am often spending long hours preparing for time with family, which then makes me think of family that is passed from this earth, which then leads my mind to wander aimlessly and unsupervised.
This phenomenon is usually made worse every New Year's Eve - and not caused by heavy (or often any) drinking. I can usually be found with the TV running through the entire broadcast of Sy-Fy marathon of The Twilight Zone. Right now, I am watching the fan favorite of Nightmare at 20,000 feet, staring a very young William Shatner. Great for me, but what the heck does this have to do with art? Well, a lot or nothing. Like art, it's subjective and perspective-dependent. Having the same annoying stream of consciousness that made reading "Main Street" by Sinclair Lewis so annoying, my thoughts run like this:
Mental illness - in 1963, when this episode was made - as well as it still is now - was a source of shame for a sufferer and his family and little understood, with barbaric treatments still in practice. This episode centers on a man who had a "nervous breakdown" and was put in a "sanitarium" 6 months earlier. He is now going home with his wife on a plane - very similar circumstances to his original break down. The way he thinks he is being treated -- patronized, others waiting for him to fail again, not being believed -- is how most people who have ever suffered from any kind of emotional/mental condition. Shatner's character keeps seeing some creature out on the plane's wing, tearing it up, which could cause them all to crash. But no one else sees it, so no one else believes him. That's the same with art a lot of the time. What makes an artist paint a blue dog, a red child, or a purple unicorn? His vision -- an inner vision that no one else can see. If an artist tells someone, "I'm going to paint a picture of my yellow lab -- but I'm going to do it all in blue tones" - he might get looked at weird, laughed at, or told it won't work. So most artists just 'do,' but then spend the rest of the time trying to explain to others exactly what the "motivation" was or the "hidden meaning" of it is. It's rather the same thing -- seeing something that isn't there - or that others can't see.
The episode's climactic moment has Shatner stealing a gun from the on-board law officer & being sucked partially out the emergency window he opens as he struggles to shoot the menacing creature off the wing to save the plane. Serling's punch line comes as Shatner is being strapped to a gurney in a straight jacket, with the pilot commenting on it being the strangest way to commit suicide he's ever heard of. His wife tells Shatner that it's all okay now, to which he sits up and says to us, "I know, but I'm the only one who does.......right now." And of course, we can see the very real damage on the wing. Art can be like that too. Some people view a work of art like they are appraising it, instead of seeking the value of it's truth: Art for art's sake.
Imagine the most brilliant artists of the Italian Renaissance, my personal favorite, Leonardo di Vinci, comes to mind. It is easy for us to excuse any church laws he broke then, or social norms he refused to conform to, or any number of other faux paz he may have committed in order to produce the amazing artwork that he left us with. But at the time, something a basic as his wanting to study and understand the functions of the human body was a sacrilege that forced many a determined artists to utilize what we would call grave-robbing "black market" trades in order to make the advances in medicine we take for granted. He had a great deal of talent artistically, but what he should be better known for is his enormous insight, foresight, and probably what we would still call a certain amount of either mental or emotional conditions. (This is where the arguments for whether homosexuality is a choice, a dysfunction, or normal in some people and whether or not he was one.) Regardless, he is not different, artistically speaking, than any of the famous artists we now worship, in that they could see what the rest of may or may not see, but they had a gift for being able to use their inner sight and talent to leave it to us in a way in which we consider it poignant, progressive, or in some meaningful way, impressive. We sell/buy their works for enormous sums, while so many of them died paupers, or struggling throughout their lives. And why did they do it? Why not just move into another trade and eek out a normal existence? Why do artists still insist on making art? Why not just get a degree, a job, make as much as you can?
Well, that answer has a lot to do with the mental/emotional state of the artist. If any other artists are like me, you will have already riddled all this blog entry out long ago, and are screaming, "If I don't create, I go insane!!!!" Precisely. If I don't create on a regular basis, a certain amount of anger tends to come out sideways. Depression is never so depressing as when one cannot create what is unseen to others, but pulsating and living inside my inner sight. I have spent many years paying so-called professionals (usually as non-creative as they come) to tell me what to do about my depression. But as I have gained enough years to have valuable hindsight and insight, I realize that the worst times have been whenever and always when I have not been creating. In a way, creating is therapy. It is cathartic. It relieves the angst of living in this world where artistic is the least valued attribute of hiring managers. Creating is to the artist, what a whistling valve is to a steam kettle. And art has a direct connection to mental/emotional health/illness.
And so, as I stand on the precipice of yet another new year, I am looking back over the past year with 20/20 hindsight. But unlike other years, instead of being consumed with guilt, regret, or flat out dread, I am instead focused only on the small amount of success it took to fill my satisfaction cup - a tiny taste, really. But that taste was enough to wet the appetite of doing more, being more, creating more! I am obsessed with dedicating 2013 to killing whatever it is that has held me back all this time and to cutting loose and "doing!" I want to pull out the things that are inside me and are screaming to get out - to be seen by others! These unseen things are full in some part of me that is connected to my emotional health -- the longer they go unseen by the world -- the more toxic they become to my emotional health. But I've been saving them - for what - I don't always know - the right time, the right medium, the ability to do it "perfectly." Yet, after a visit with my brilliant, talented, and beautiful 9 yr old niece for Christmas, and watching the unabashed freedom she unknowingly used her creative skills for, I realized it was often fear of some kind that was keeping me from being the same way with my art.
So whether it's the fear of being laughed at, misunderstood, or unsold, I am going to work hard, every day, to beat that invisible monster down and bravely go forward - no matter what the risks are - in order to kill that monster that no one else can see! I have to save the plane I am on - and not just metaphorically speaking. There is another level to all my predicating this year, that other new years have not held - a cause for hope, a cause for determined revision of self, and a cause for that need to leave a legacy of self behind. A baby! Our first grandbaby (boy) is due in mid-May 2013!!!!! And this miracle is pulling the best from me on so many unseen and unexpected levels and he isn't even a tangible reality just yet. So if my family is tied to me by my emotional health, (and I sure you they are!) then I MUST pull the cover off that emergency window and do what it takes to save my family from crashing! We've had some miserable years, and some devastating times, but 2012 has given me a tiny taste of what artistic validation feels like -- of what it COULD BE like - on a bigger level - a more "permanent" level if you will.
I take the challenge and also ask other like-minded artists to do the same -- to DO our art in 2013. Let's all be like the 9 yr old self we used to be and put pen to paper, brush to canvas, tool to clay and CREATE - UNAFRAID!
New Years plea: A group of very talented musical artists needs our help! BB Blackdog had every thing stolen from their van just before Christmas! Please help them rebuild their means of creating music for the world.
Demonstrating how to turn an used plastic bag into "ART!"
I was blown away by how many wonderful people we met last night at Bryan (TX)'s First Fridays! Here I am telling how I fold & cut a plastic bag, then loop the circles together, to make balls of "Plarn" (plastic yarn!). After I get my 'skein' ready, I crocheted some 5" squares (pretty much the extent of my crochet repertoire). Now comes the best part: I "melted" them with an iron on the sidewalk (yeah, I brought an iron to outdoor, night time venue!)
Once the squares cool (because they are freaking hot!) I started to paint them with alcohol inks, but that stuff will stick to slick and non-porous surfaces! I also demonstrated how to make your own WAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY cheaper by mixing liquid fabric dye w/rubbing alcohol.
This is one of the squares. The idea I have is to use several squares - each a colored little work of art in itself, but that create a much bigger scene when they are assembled together. I am excited to see how this evolves and will post the pics when I go back to working it after the holidays. I hope to have it on display at the next art thing I do locally -- I think it's Jan/Feb - but I have to check.
It's no secret to anyone who knows me for more than 20 min., that I have been plotting my escape from Texas since we moved here in July 2002. I feel like a snowman on a hotplate here. I haven't been out & about much to meet people and I miss my family and friends whom are all back "Up North," and I rarely get to see any of them.
That is, until Fri., Dec 7, 2012! I brought some of my zipper bracelets, broaches, hair barrettes, a sculpture, a smattering of what I call 3-d collages or collage paintings and Fun Fat Freddy Frog (a collage sculpture I'll post on some time), along with the info to display for the Arts Council of Brazos Valley. I also brought along The Future of Fanzines painting that I did for my husband's summer issue of his fanzine, ASKANCE (see previous blog posting - more on this later).
I had already been told that we were not allowed to sell our wares - just 'promote' them and of course hand out our cards, etc... It's been a tough, long week for me at my day job, and health-wise (the cervical neck MRI results came back), and being sick and exhausted I was burning the candle at both ends in trying to get ready for last night. I even said to John just before we left the house, something to the effect of, "I don't know, maybe I should just forget this art thing."
But, I was committed (or often SHOULD be!) and so I packed, loaded, lifted too much, unloaded, and set up. --well, was getting set up, when people started coming by. Really NICE people. Who kept asking me questions about my stuff, and how much they liked it and how much was I selling them for????!!!! This incredible outpouring of people's attention continued non-stop all night. It took us until 11pm to get packed up and started for home, because we were engaging with such amazing art patrons!
All in all, today was the first Sat. in a long time that I wanted to get up and get busy doing more art stuff! Last night was FILLED with the MOST validation I have ever had as an artist! I have now sold 2-3 of my InAction Figures because of it! And we were both stunned by how many people asked how much the Fanzine painting was! I didn't even think anyone outside of Sci-Fi fandom would have any interest in it! The first inquiry we dumbfounded stumbled gaped mouth & "uhhmm-ummming." By the time it got up to four, John was saying, I don't know, and after that he was saying, "after four inquiries it went from IDK, to you can't afford it." (Yeah, he's funny like that!) Needless to say, I may not stow it away in the studio until the Science Fiction World Convention in San Antonio next August. It (and it's story) may make the next art display/show?
I think maybe, just maybe, this place might start to be feeling more like "home." Finding out that there are so many people willing to accept my "idiosyncratic" and "colorful style" & sense of humor has inserted a new thing in me. Something of a joie de la vie I don't normally have. So THANK YOU Brazos Valley Art peoples, for giving me the only bit of hope in my soul I have had in such a long time!
“The Future of Fanzines”
(Alcohol ink & acrylic paint on canvas)
This is the painting that served as the cover for my husband's fanzine, Askance (Which can be found on this generous site: www.efanzines.com).
This was a lot of fun to work on. I would still like to tweek it a bit before it goes on public display - but then, what painting is ever TRULY "done" in any artist's eye?
Below is the accompanying description that went along with the cover art. The first LOC (Letter Of Comment) that my husband received also commented on the cover. Eric Mayer said "[I] had an idiosyncratic and colorful style." Well THAT was someone who nailed it! He also mentioned he hoped to see more my work in the Sci-Fi genre. I certainly hope to oblige.
There is one reason why I adore showing art in the Sci-Fi community – the fans! Would l drop it in a New York minute if I could be a successful trendy artist in the mainstream? I don’t know. I mean, I long to make a living solely as an independent artist, but what would be the point if my fans were a bunch of rich posers?
Sci-Fi fans encompass the widest genres, work in every occupation, and call every level of social status home. But they have two things in common: intelligence and acceptance. They are educated and well-read, and of higher intelligence than the average Wal-Mart shopper, which means one enjoys the most interesting conversations on an infinite variety of topics. And because they are accustomed to large varieties within an over-arching field, they tend to accept the ideas and opinions of anyone, like no other group of people in this (or any other) country. They have their own opinions and can patiently and calmly defend them – while allowing their opponent to share their views. Something our politicians could use (besides diversity, compassion, and common sense).
If you love fairies and cats, there is a place for you. If you love D & D or zombie apocalypses there is a place for you. If you long for the next erotic romance between a werewolves and vampire, well, we have that too! No judgments are handed down; no apologies needed, and better yet, no explanations – unless you want one. Whether it’s future predictions or an alternate past – it’s just what the inventor says it is and if it’s good – it gets fans! No matter how divergent their interests, these people can come together and have a rousing great time! It’s FANtasamagorical!
So thinking about John’s theme for this issue, I first started with a new medium – alcohol inks. Then I started painting my favorite things as a Sci-Fi fan. My idea evolved into what I am calling a POST-post-apocalyptic snapshot. Evolution skewed by man’s planetary destruction. But like History Channel’s, Life After People, the earth is self-healing and nature finds a way. Some technologies have been re-discovered, some are just easier to use during this time of rebuilding and as you can see, humans are back and adapting to things like orange grass-dwelling jellyfish and land octopi.
And I see this future world patrolled by the watchful eye of constabularies. Why not robot overlords? Because constabularies are the most community-based type of policing, and since I think Sci-Fi fans would have a higher survival rate than other populations, I think this rebirth would be a more intelligent and thereby compassionate society.
But there is another reason constables are on my mind and heart. As many of this fanzine’s community know, our middle child, Josie, should have been standing next to Brazos County Constable, Brian Bachmann, when he was gunned down and killed, just after noon, on Monday, August 13, 2012. She has been interning with our local constable’s office for the summer semester. On that particular day, for no reason whatsoever, she did not ride along with him while he went to serve a notice of court action. The man shot him on approach and went on shooting until he had also killed one civilian, seriously injured another, and three other officers were wounded.
We went through quite a hellish week of grief and relief and were honored to escort another fallen Constable’s (Aigner) family the funeral that Sat., as a community gathered to pay last respects. Like so many military and first-responders, these men gave their lives doing the jobs they love: serving their communities. So, in honor of Constables Brian Bachmann and Kevin Aigner, I have incorporated little homages to them (and our future law enforcement daughter) in my painting.
There will be a few more touches added here and there (my art is never finished it seems), and it will be on display/for sale somewhere soon. In the meantime I hope you enjoy my little fanish musings.
UPDATE MAY 2013:
Well, it's been nearly 9 months since the tragic incidents of August 13, 2012. And since that horrible day our daughter Josie finished her AA degree at Blinn Community College, got hired as a Sheriff's Detention Officer, married her fiancée, Zach, and now we are all awaiting the arrival of our first grandchild -- a boy!. Turns out that there WAS a reason - a very big one - and though the rest of us wouldn't find out for MONTHS - we believe that Constable Bachmann was instrumental in helping the miracle of our daughter's life being spared in order that this little miracle could have a chance at life.
Well although it took me far to long to get back to this, I THINK I have successfully saved this to an acceptable jpg format. Who says you can't teach an old dawg new tricks?!
"A woman standing behind two sphinxes." That's it. That's all the info I was given when I was asked to do a cover for a fanzine.
Steven Silver had a secret agenda and was asking artists and writers to do things with as little information as possible. NO ONE (save one person we find out now) knew what he was up to. He has an online Fanzine that he was going to do a special issue of.
Here is the link to enjoy the entire finished project: http://efanzines.com/Argentus/Argentus-SE4.pdf
The idea of recreating a 1941 fanzine without the new authors/artists knowing it, was risky at best, and more likely brilliant in it's idea! You can see the new AND the original fanzine on the link.
Well now that it has been published and the big secret revealed I can post the pics I worked on! Above is the sphinx I made based on books acquired from the very small Egytology section of the library. But until after I had to ask a few vaguely answered questions of Mr. Silver. I didn't know which type of sphinx Steven wanted - should they be Egyptian or Grecko-Roman? What should the woman be doing? Should it be drawn or painted and scanned or .......? "Egyptian" and the rest was up to me!
My husband is what I consider the "real" sci-fy nerd. Or at least I did until this project. I have always enjoyed WATCHING "sci-fy" movies and shows. I love Star Trek still and the new Syfy channel hit shows like Lost Girl. But I didn't THINK I read sci-fi and have never read any of what I would consider Sci-fi classics or cannons. But I LOVE fantasy and thanks to Steampunk reaching a fever-pitch, I realize, only now, that I DO HAVE a Sci-fi affinity (addiction/obsession)!
As steampunk music, art, literature, and of course, steampunk fashion are finding a common ground to congeal on, I have found a home. Something I have been searching for, wishing for, or trying to fit into for a long time now. (Before I forget, speaking of steampunk music, like Abney Park, Steam Powered Giraffe, The Dresden Dolls & so many other talented bands, I have started "collecting" on a Steampunk playlist you can enjoy under mavendumordant on Youtube http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA964B9A70714EF09&feature=mh_lolz!)
So, if it was up to me -- what other direction could I go -- STEAMPUNK! And is just that I did! I came at this Egyptian sphinx from classic stand point, created one and then flipped it to be a twin. Then I had to start thinking about my lady. I was thinking steampunk - then the various parts of a nearly century-long span of Queen Victoria's reign. That made me think first of pith helmeted British explorers, but it just wasn't right enough. Then I started thinking about the sphinxes as lions and how they looked like they were in a tamed or trained pose. So of course a circus trainer came to mind.
The pyramids and sand were no-brainers and I thought I had to leave room for the title stuff -- I didn't know the title was going over the whole thing. Then I started playing around with placement, sizes, colors, etc... and came up with some very fun ideas. I knew Steven needed it to be in black and white, but I thought if I could give him a few solids to chose from they might make interesting gray tones. I'll put my favorite results on here as soon as I figure out a way to convert them from word documents so they can be loaded.
Robin of Loxley, me, and Will Scarlett posing at the Member's Art Show at the opening.
The guests from Scarborough Faire were simply delightful to meet. And although they wanted to part with several feet of my "soft red hair" I ended up keeping it all.
My little sculptural piece is just to the right on the black pillar.
The BEST part of the whole thing was that they put MY work right under a sign that said not to touch the art work. We 3 - esp Will Scarlet and I thought it was terribly ironic (pun intended) that I like to make art people can touch. And since I kept delighting in picking up my sculpture and in showing it to Will, I told him he could touch it. Well the following pic is Will "touching" my art -- because he COULD!