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Squeezing Time

Posted in constructions, dolls, esoterica, music, projects, radio with tags , , , on May 17, 2010 by darcyarts

Time. If I ignore it will it become more fluid, stretchy, forgiving?

I am in the thick of the spring explosion of creativity. So appropriate. Ideas, projects, work elements are budding all over my work space.

I’m doing the multitasking, big time. Everything is flowing along pretty smoothly (I won’t think about the possible jury duty right this second).

I have projects tucked into the tiniest corners of my consciousness but a look at a film on dollmakers has made me more secure in the knowledge that things need to ripen and will in their own organic time frame.

Someday (in fall?) I will make my Robyn Hitchcock Soft Boy doll and my Georgia O’Keeffe, Yayoi Kusama, etc.

All the work is trimmed in the deep satisfaction that I am still physically able and free from bondage to do it.

I’m fighting the urge to want to get started on my ADO challenges, though I will do so slowly and steadily, so that I can really get a handle on the custom pillow order.

It’s all good and rich and such a thrill.

Extra special treats are, once again, books and music. I am doing a good day’s work in which I can play my iPod, CDs, dusty old tapes and then retire for the evening with Frank and an interesting memoir or biography. I’ve picked up the late great Arthur “Killer” Kane’s I, Doll.

I hear the echos of the Dead End Kids in every paragraph. Kane is a funny, charming adjectivally-enamoured writer.

I’ve returned to Carlos Casteneda, too. I read his adventures in the under spirit world of the brujo/shaman Don Juan when I was very young and gullable. It gave me a feeling of connection the earth where I grew up. It’s what the story creates in the heart that matters. Truth is tricky.

Tomorrow I’ll bring home the Deluxe re-release version of Exile on Main Street!!! Heard Mr. Richards speaking to an NPR’s Lynn Neary on Morning Edition this morning. He sounded so clear and sound. Bless him.

They’ll be interviewing Mr. Jagger tomorrow.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Posted in constructions, cute, esoterica, film, handmade, music with tags , , , on April 24, 2010 by darcyarts

Well, my love of creating dolls has led me on a wild ride somehow. I have fallen down the rabbit hole but into something much sweeter than Alice ever did.

In my search for contemporary doll makers, an exploration both inspiring and intimidating, I have found a wealth of things that are really just too much and in the very best way.

If Spring and Christmas and the joy of a child were combined  into a rich soup and then you ladled in a little amplifing potion you would get up close to how great these places are.

I started by checking out the blog of doll maker Gail Lackey. She makes enchanting things.  Her blog list is a real treasure chest.

Do you love beautiful fabrics, antique cottons and lace, funky, southern neo hippie splendor? GO see Magnolia Pearl. Warning. The site is heavy with image and video so it takes a while to load. It sure is worth it. Amazing.

In the last few days, I also discovered the maker of  exquisite cloth dolls, Shelley Thornton. Go and look.

All this beautiful work is a shock to the system and I see how far there is to go to really hone an aesthetic of my own. I’ll never be the stitch perfect worksman (never say never).  I’ll have to make up for that by imbuing my work with a quirky heart.

Frank and I saw The Runaways last night at Prime 11 in Anderson. I really loved most of it. It dragged a little at the end but then so does life when your band is dissolving before you eyes.

Loved Kristen Stewart as Joan Jett!!!!!!!! She was amazing and made me feel Joan and her serious commitment to the tough frickin life of a rock and roller.

Gloria Sgismondi did a great job directing. I loved the period blood beginning! I loved the practice trailer. I loved the height of the surreal live performace, kick ass  we’re-really-a-band scene.

Michael Shannon was very good as Kim Fowley but Kim is an enigma and the depth of his madman-eats-the-world angst is one of those ephemeral things that can’t be reproduced in all it’s true glory. I love Fowley for his will to live and prosper in a world he knows has little regard for pure bullshit-free, straightforward, mad-thief genius.

Go and watch The Mayor of  the Sunset Strip. See what I mean.

See the woodcarving work of Cherie Curry here.

Keith Richards Portrait Doll

Posted in Art, constructions, dolls, etsy, handmade, music with tags , , , , on March 4, 2010 by darcyarts

He’s the man who made the mold into which hordes of young rockers have poured themselves.

For decades young men have come along to take up the flag the human riff created.

He’s passionate, deeply loyal and proud to be what he is.

If you were to start now and take a long stroll through the Rolling Stones catalogue, stopping to really listen to Beggars Banquet, Let it Bleed, Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street, you would be blown away by the power of Keith Richards.

Most people assume, because he’s an in-your-face front man, that Mick Jagger wrote those great songs. Not so. Almost all the best, beautiful, deep material comes from Keith’s heart and soul. Whether songs filled with romantic longing, hard core rocking force or something in between, it’s Keith.

The second Soft Boy, Keith, moves me every time I hear You Got the Silver or Wild Horses, or Happy, I am filled with powerful emotion.

And so what better inspiration for the second Soft Boy.


It was super fun doing the hair. I embroidered kohl around his brown eyes.

I wanted to make his lips full. I found a tiny pair of  tiny handcuffs with which to recreate Keith’s hand cuff bracelet.

The shop clerk over at the Beadman on Park Marina Drive was kind enough to sell the last pair like these little charms.

These cuffs can be lined up opposite one another so that I can hook jump rings and chain to them to fit around the doll wrist.

They had them in gold tone but I needed silver. On all their other silvertone models the cuffs were soldered in place. I needed these badly. Where else would I get tiny hand cuffs in Redding?

Fantabulous great picture and Keith quotes over  at Blue_Lena.

“You’ve got the sun, you’ve got the moon and you’ve got the Rolling Stones.”

Amen, my man.

I’ll get to Robyn Hitchcock, soon. Just need to find the right white-silver soft yarn for his great head of hair.

Dig the eye of Keith Richards  Soft Boy!

Keith really does have full lips. Check him out, yo.

One of these days I will do a Keith in his elderhood. That’s where we are at. Go here to buy this Keith.

This one is for the amazing Jordan but I will recreate, as close as possible this Keith edition.

February Vegetation

Posted in gardening, music, nature with tags , , , on February 2, 2010 by darcyarts

The sky continues to be mostly gray though the sun is peaking through on occasion.

I wanted to catch the tiny violets in the yard.

They came early in the rain. The purple violets came first. The white are new.

The parsley refuses to die, It was very hearty through very cold temps and is still green and growing.

I wish I liked parsley or knew of a recipe that would somehow use it’s taste yet transform it.

I thought I was buying cilantro. That’s what the tag in it’s tiny container said late last spring.

The catnip is going to stick around, too. I guess that means these herbs are perennials.

I just read that parsley is a biennial. Catnip, of the mint family, is a perennial. Yes! I had a very healthy crop my first season and stuffed over a dozen catnip squid toys with it. Buyers tell me the cats loved them.

The camillia bushes, which always remind me of a sort of dour 50s aesthetic even though they are pretty, bloom at completely different times of the year.

The bush that produced this flower is doing its thing all by itself. The buds seem to stay on the bush all year and then sort of pop put whenever. Strange.

I know nothing about horticulture.

Go listen to Jimmy Durante’s song, Vulture for Horticulture.

Dear Landlord

Posted in constructions, music, projects with tags , , , , , , , on October 31, 2009 by darcyarts

Morning pages 10.31.09*

John Cale’s tinkling piano was a great addition to the sound that the Velvet Underground dragged out of the factory and into the consciousness of all deep thinking musicians.

John Cale, Pisces two, somehow the weaker. Weaker? I love the cello, the violin, the drone.

Left alone, I don’t sense the depth but everybody has a part to play.

I am awake and I have done my 10 miles on the fakebike after a couple of days off. Virus made my body achy and fatigued but not too bad.

Today Frank and I will go to Colleen Barry’s Halloween party. Time has worked things around so that the artist I’ve admired most in Redding has invited me to a gathering.

Beings of light and the powers that be have sent energy through time and here I am on the receiving end.

The sun is shining, I’m in my work space by the windows, looking out on the yard, listening to Lou Reed sing Heroin cuz I am tuned in to all the Velvets songs on my iPod. It’s a good morning.

“I’ll be your mirror,” sings Nico. “Please put down your hands, cuz I see you.”

I am waiting for iTunes to load up a new version of something. I just wanted to import the Velvets third and most holy album to my nano. I wait.

Earlier, I danced down the walkway outside the house while listening to I’m Waiting for My Man, a little double stepping to come down from the fakebike high, sloowly.

There are certain things we assume these days about staying alive. We assume that money is essential. We assume that we must go to work in exchange for money. We aren’t providing for our own needs. We aren’t growing everything we eat. We have been largely driven away from the agrarian format. We accept a lot of middle men in our lives.

“I’m waiting for my middle man.”

“Dear Landlord, please don’t take away my ____.” My what? Can’t remember Bob’s line. John Wesley Harding is a good LP. It’s been a long time.

Oh, no. It’s “please don’t put a price on”  something. On what?

Google, memory’s middle man, will help me out.

 

Oh, yeah “Dear landlord, please don’t put a price on my soul.” How could I forget? That’s what I’m taking about.

*Please forgive my self-indulgence. I’m trying out Julia Cameron’s free write experiment. This is my first day.

Measurements

Posted in music with tags , , , , on August 12, 2009 by darcyarts

To preserve health and well being one must take certain measurements.

There are things that are good for us and things that are not. Measurement allows us to limit the bad and increase the good.

I vow, for my own health, to take stock of the amount of  music I absorb. In the past, I never had to think about it. I always got enough.

These day, like exercise, I might skimp on the amount I need to keep me healthy.

Reading through one of my fave blogs this morning I watched a video of a baby’s first year. The accompanying tune was enchanting. I loved it. It was familiar. Yes. I knew the voice. Not just knew, but loved, the voice. It was like a dear old friend that I hadn’t seen in months, years.

“I can tell that we are going to be friends. Walk with me Susie Lee . . .”

What was it? Who was it?

Shit, it’s Jack White!

What a frightening experience. I was aghast. It took me so long to recognize what I was hearing.  Is it proof that my cognition is ebbing away or just a sharp warning that I need to listen to more music?

There are demands on my attention each day, but I can still negotiate the intersection of my listening pleasure and responsibilities.

I’ve been taken aback by technology. That is one stumbling block. The CD player in my big work space won’t play many burned CDs. The CD player in the kitchen sewing, chimp-construction-space skips, maybe just on burned CDs. It plays tapes. I got a million of them.

I’ve got the Nano. I can only take so many hours of having my head clamped into the exclusionary earbud box. Will I have to buy an iPod dock? Do they have compact combo docks and CD players?

I think I will upload some White Stripes today.

Damn those celebrity mags. Listening to White Blood Cells makes me think of Jack White and Renee Zellweger.  I just get mad all over again. How could a girl flake out on Jack White?

Yes, he’s probably demanding, eccentric and cautious with his heart. Isn’t every double Cancer? It could have been about possessiveness. He has Mars in Taurus. He is a big hunk of dreamy, though and Kenny Chesney absolutely is not.

How could she marry that super creepy fake cowboy dude? Ewww.

I know, to each his own, but the whole episode definitely left me questioning RZ’s taste.

Nano Seconds

Posted in constructions, music, shopping with tags , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2009 by darcyarts

Lou Reed is singing The Gun.

I believe Lou Reed is a master. This well crafted song is from his remarkable 1982 album, The Blue Mask.

It’s one of my favorite Lou LPs.

It’s the iPod Nano and iTunes. Far too easy to buy music. Amazon.com, too. Far too simple. Far too immediate.

Self control? I’m grazing through the Iggy Pop and then Genius suggests more. And, yes, those do sound good. And, yes, I do need to click on that icon as fast as Genius can pile them up on the screen.

Waves of Fear, also from Blue Mask. Chelsea Girls, a Lou song recorded by Nico. Velvet Underground 1969’s Mr. Rain, of course. Iggy and the Stooges I Got A Right, the incendiary version, give it to me.

Here’s an amazing version of I Got A Right wherein Iggy, sans Stooges, is forced to lipsync. Don’t try to make a Taurus do anything he doesn’t want to do.

Okay, Spacemen 3, if you say so. Did Genius only suggest them because the tune is called Velvet Jam? Must be cuz it’s kinda corny hearing it now for the first time. But weren’t they big time hipster groovers? I expected more.

I began to look at the ever growing list alphabetically. Geez, it’s cool and weird. To listen that way can be rather jarring. Especially since my taste runs from the quietly sublime — Fleet Foxes, Mark Olson, Gary Louris, Robyn Hitchcock (Trains), Erik Satie — to the take no prisoners best of rock.  No, make that Rock, with a big old capital “R” — Stooges, Queens of the Stone Age and in between in the sweet spot, Roxy Music, Robyn Hitchcock, again (Freeze, I Want to Destroy You), Velvets and Meat Puppets.

In the last 10 minutes I heard Roxy Music’s Virginia Plain right up next to Jim Dyar’s Walkin’ On a Ledge. The Queens of the Stone Age with Walking’ On the Side Walk the Lou with Waves of Fear. Dig it, if you’re able, Mabel.

Now I understand why one needs 120 GBs. You just fill it up and get more rad combos. Shock me.