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In the Middle

Posted in constructions, dolls, dreams, etsy, handmade, projects, television with tags , , , , on November 1, 2010 by darcyarts

There are signs that I may have fallen down the rabbit hole of holiday sales season 2010. It’s a rush and at the same time that it is just a little bit frightening.

I am well into fulfilling an order for 11 big double chocolate donuts and I’ve got a Stevie Wonder doll to start.

Will the velocity of sales at the DarcyArts shop increase?

Will it be a gas, gas, gas, cranking out my little lovelies for all the fans of DarcyArts? Yes, it will.

I think I’ve got the hang of spreading my energies evenly over all the tasks at hand. It’s freedom of movement  that comes from employing the carousel method of creation. I ride a different painted pony every few hours.  I switch it up — sew, cut, stitch, stretch. When my eyes need to stretch their vision to a far horizon I’ll run an errand. Get myself  to the health food store, JoAnn store for more stuffing, or check the thrift stores for the things on my list. 

Then back to work. After the morning  NPR programs are finished I’ll turn on the sweet trashy Bravo TV shows or HGTV as background noise. I look up occasionally to see whats going on but keep my eyes on the project at hand.

When I need a little outside energy I’ll have another cup of tea and play some good music to push me through — Josh Homme’s Queens of the Stone Age, some good old Rolling Stones, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Love, Robyn Hitchcock, Iggy Pop.

I’ve been slowed a bit by a virus my honey and I picked up  last week. My immune system is doing its job of kicking its ass. I have not been really down with it. At first it felt like I was being invaded by a load of tiny aliens but I’ve been able to work plenty and sleep plenty.

I’m still up early, before the sun shines, Checking for orders, setting up my work for the day. I get my materials ready, have a glass of tea, and this week, eat way too much carrot cake.

Things are rolling along. I am so happy to be working at producing things that I dreamed up, so pleased that I finally managed to make something out of nothing. February 2, 2011 will be the second anniversary of quitting my day job.

I feel good about the things I do. I have an open mind. I’m learning all the time and I am making people happy.

No more sour apples.



Posted in handmade, projects, writing with tags , , on May 26, 2010 by darcyarts

Thank you, dear readers, for your prayers and positive energy. I have been released from this call for jury duty. After three consecutive nights of calling in I am free.

That means I have uninterrupted time to finish off my latest list of projects.

As if my list wasn’t long enough I have been visualizing some very attractive fantasy mushrooms. This morning I pulled materials from closets and shelves and set them aside for use in mushroon construction.

Then there is long-term writing project that is making itself known, a calling  to get some things down while I still can. It shall be called ‘member?  I know that title is weird and confusing but it has a sort of multi-layered meaning for me. “member is a countryish colloquial version of “remember”.

” ‘Member when we went down to that place and did that thing that time? ” ‘Member?

This project involves lots of wringing out of moments from the past. I can’t say anymore about it because I’m am hypersensitive (superstitious) about large, prolonged writing tasks. I have to just do it and see if it materializes. It’s going to take a very long time.

It’s all about what I want it to be. It is a voyage of self discovery, it’s private art. Initially it feels like the voyage make take place on a sea of shit. It’ll clear up when I get in real deep. I can already feel it but now it’s something else that deserves my time and that’s the tricky part.

The list:

Dollmaker story, deadline June 15, have barely started.

 All 25 letter number pillows finished and shipped, deadline June 10, nearly there.

ADO doll maker challenge for May, deadline May 31, have just started but know where I’m going.

ADO dollmaker challenge for June, deadline July 1, good ideas, some materials gathered.

Maple Bar pillow for Emily, deadline by her July birthdate.

Pretty Mushrooms, whenever I finish a few of the above. I can’t wait to try one.

Big Love and Milk

Posted in family, film with tags , , , , on January 25, 2009 by darcyarts

Frank and I went out to Prime 11 Cinema Friday to see Milk.

Of the the five movies that have been nominated for academy awards Milk is the one I really wanted to see.

I love Leonardo Di Caprio so I was all ready for Revolutionary Road, too, but the Academy has failed to acknowledge Leo and that bums me out.

I guess I’ll still see the film. I am a cinema lover and I deeply appreciate Prime 11’s great feat in simultaneously bringing four academy award nominees to screens in Shasta County.

I love good movies and I love Gus Van Sant and Milk covers familiar territory. Frank and I left San Francisco and took our Santa Barbara break just days before the assasinations.

Things looked pretty good. The boys were styled very realistically, no fright wigs. Sean Pean did a great job as Harvey Milk even though it is impossible to recreate the shining soul power of special people.

Nobody will ever be able to capture the true essence of Jimi Hendrix or Jeff Buckley or Dizzie Gillespie. 

I loved the tangle of relationships in the film. It brought back so many memories. And they mentioned the Stud.

Writer, Dustin Lance Black, should receive an award for having the best name since Diablo Cody. I admire Black’s work.

He made this season of Big Love very compelling. I love all the actors on that show and find it really entertaining.

The series deals with themes of love, faithfulness, the purpose and meaning of marriage, suburban living, selflessness, etc. and we see these things through the lens of alternate belief systems.

It’s all the more interesting to know that it is the brain child of two creatively endowed gay men, Mark V. Olsen and Will Scheffer, and Dustin Lance Black came along for the ride.

Don’t Hate On Love

Posted in esoterica, socialization, writing with tags , , , on November 1, 2008 by darcyarts

I had just pulled into a parking space at Raley’s. I was going to check out the weinermobile. A bright shiny new version of the one the oldsters among us will remember from our childhood.

The Weinermoble attendents, gregarious girls on a marathon weinie tour, were handing out glow-in-the-dark weinie whistles. First, though, they made you sing the Oscar Mayer weinie song, raise your hands in the air and dance a little jig.

Normally, I would have enjoyed the chance to sing and dance a jig but the weinie whistles were defintely undersize and I was feeling really brought down by the woman who had been in the parking space next to me.

She had unpacked an infant. Got the child, in its carrier-style car seat, safely into a grocery cart and then strolled closer to the massive orange and yellow schlong-shaped vehicle.

I had noticed a Yes on 8 sticker on the back of her mini van. It was like a slap on the face.

Here was a woman who had newly experienced the miracle of family. She was someone who was probably secure in a marriage, just starting to grow a clan of her own, yet she felt entitled, probably because of her religious beliefs, to deny that same security and feeling of familial warmth and love to others.

Because of a fear enplanted in her by teachings, probably labeled Christian, she can’t deal with ever having to explain to her young children that two men or two women can truly love one another because they are human and that is what humans do.

 The inspiration for those teachings originated in the actions, long ago, of a radical man. He railed against the beliefs of his times. From what I’ve read he advocated the over-throw of all forms of restraint and enslavement — family, money, government, old superstitious religious beliefs.

He told people that they, like he, possessed the power and spirit of god within themselves. All beings are worthy and are united in that inner spiritual empowerment. Because of this unification in the spirit he claimed that whatever mistreatment, callousness or acts of hate were enacted on others were also done to him (and to the whole of humanity). 

Hell, he was attended to by a earnest collection of male groupies who loved him desperately.

Over all these years between the time when a radical Jesus walked the earth and talked about real power and spirit and empathy and now, when powermongering religious leader relay a distorted version of Christianity to their acquisitive, judgemental fold, we have lost that meaning –> be radical and true and dare to love one another and accept everyone because they are just as righteous in the eyes of the spirit. That loss makes me so sad. 

Love and acceptance, the vision of the whole of us as holy, that is the most powerful thing that we can give.

Those who vote Yes on 8 are voting to deny the pleasure of officially sanctioned, legally protected marriage to other human beings.

Christians, or any other religious group that oppose marriage between same sex partners are tamping down the blossom of LOVE and Would they not agree that GOD is LOVE?

That little child in the carrier may grow up to be gay, mom. Where is your heart? What would Jesus do?

Would he accept your gay child into his loving arms?

Allen Ginsberg got it. He embraced all of humanity if not physically (though he did get around) then, for sure, metaphysically.

I invoke Allen Ginsberg’s poem Howl. It is radical and full of love for all of humanity.

From Howl wiki: The closing section of the poem is the “Footnote”, characterized by its repetitive ‘Holy!’ mantra, an ecstatic assertion that everything is holy. It can be read as the antithesis of Part II. Ginsberg says, “I remembered the archetypal rhythm of Holy Holy Holy weeping in a bus on Kearny Street, and wrote most of it down in notebook there … I set it as Footnote to Howl because it was an extra variation of the form of Part II”.[4]

Disclaimer: This poem was officially determined to NOT BE PORNOGRAPHIC by a court of the United States.

Footnote To Howl

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an
The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!

 The entire text of Howl and a recording of Ginsberg reading it are here.

       More Ginsberg poems.