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Junk

Posted in projects, television with tags , , , , on September 26, 2011 by darcyarts

Chores this morning included cutting the  top section of an old couch into what I hope are acceptable pieces to be collected by the waste management service. I think it will go. Cross your fingers and I’ll cross mine.

This is a bit of putting off the inevitable. Someday soon I will have to call a junk man, a guy with some muscle and a truck, not too expensive, to haul away our collection of outdated electronic machines.

TVs used to be so big and heavy. Computer parts, too.

Dorm refrigerators will die if you stab their cooling line accidentally while in a cleaning frenzy. It’s bad.

I would love to clear it all out and I will eventually . . . soon.

 

Flaky Pie Crust or Bust

Posted in esoterica, family, food with tags , , , , on July 24, 2010 by darcyarts

I have set myself a daunting foodie goal. I want to learn to make the most delicious flaky pie crust. I have three weeks to achieve perfection!

Next month, Frank and I will have the great pleasure of joining in an alterna-family reunion. Amazing souls from our early days in the city will gather. We will travel south from Redding to Sebastopol. It’s a great little place 50 miles north of San Francisco, which is also a great little place, but then you know that.

We roamed a bit in those environs north of SF a few years back on a little impromptu vacation which centered around taking daughter Jessica south to the city (actually Berkeley) to see David Bowie. How could you not be the driver that makes that dream come true for a 16-year-old?

Jessica was invited to the show by son Brian’s then girlfriend who lived in Sebastopol. Driving there for the first time was wonderful. It reminded me of parts of pre-Disneyland Orange County, CA,  lots of open space and vegetation.

Let me go back to the beginning of this post. That word perfection is bothersome. I think perfection is a messed up concept. Every time we create, we make something unique every time. I think I have carried a notion somewhere in my head that tells me all the great crafts people, artists, makers can make the same perfect thing over and over. Nature contradicts this assumption.

Every action occurs in a different moment. I believe the real art is in opening the heart and focusing the mind completely on the task at hand. So it’s Lotus heart and Diamond laser mind.

But aggressive or forceful address will carry that force and aggression. It will be etched on the thing made. Somehow in every moment we have to surrender, observe and gently guide the materials as they come together. Roll like a river always picking up elements, expelling elements, combining, roiling, transforming.

Still is doesn’t hurt to have a little instruction and knowledge of where you want your piece to end up.

This video on pie crust making will help me get started.

Facebook updates from reunion participants clued me into the fact that someone else has taken on this same pie-crust goal. I almost gave it up but I need to learn this for myself. I ♥ pie. It’s my favorite dessert. Here’s an old post on the cherry apple pie I made last year. Chapple pie.

The instructional video stresses the importance of keeping the simple ingredients cool. Ideally one should turn out the dough onto a cool marble slab. I do not have one of these. Thrift store?

Yes. The search is on.

Slow as Molasses

Posted in Art, constructions, cute, etsy, family, handmade, plush critters, projects with tags , , , on May 22, 2010 by darcyarts

My post yesterday included a sort of sloppy taking stock of projects under way, approved projects yet to be started and those that still dance in my head.

This is my second year doing Etsy full time and as I drift deeper into 2010 I am reminded how fast the months fly off the calendar. I am working in a dedicated fashion, fingers are raw and stiff at the end of most days. I’m exhiliarated to do every stitch.

I am learning that I do not have the time to transform every idea into a real physical object d’arte. Maybe if I were to give up sleeping but I’m a wreck without the proper rest. This human form demands pampering and I must yield to the slow molasses swim of making in time.

This well-worn little doggie was my very first stuffed creature. I made him in the image of my beloved, long gone Wimpy, the cuddle puppy of my infancy.

He’s a pretty good imitation. In the film Meet the Fockers, There is a vintage Wimpy, just like the one I had, framed in a plexiglass frame. The real doggies were a light cocoa color.

I made this dog from a fleece jacket I had in my closet. I borrowed his stuffing from an old pillow. He now lives with my daughter Jessica and her beau Colby in San Francisco.

I would like to add mod Whimpies to my collection of creatures but I have to put them on the to do list and see if I get there this year.  I am still learning how many new things I can actually produce in any given year. Not many.

I’ve got projects that will easily take me to July. Once I hit July I’ve got a mere four months to get the DarcyArts store stocked up for the end of the year holidays.  Holiday sales have lapped over well into January, biting into the next year.

I may be addicted to innovation. I think it’s a good thing that what I have already created is working. I will learn to limit my impulses and settle down to refining the strongest elements of my oeuvre.

Contemplating Garden Jewels

Posted in esoterica, travel with tags , , , on October 11, 2009 by darcyarts

This morning I made my way back to the exercycle. The last few days of Halloween Chimp wrangling was so intense that I needed every bit of energy.  My back was sore, my arms were aching and I just couldn’t spend an extra calorie.

It felt good to get back to regular exercise. I’d only missed a couple of days. What I’ve missed more in the last few months is a slower day.

Company, Frank taking classes, my big push to get some hats in my Etsy shop and the ongoing chimp projects has kept me from contemplation.

I have not found myself enjoying the vegetable garden as intensely as I did last year.

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Astride the exercycle, my eyes were fixed on the cucumber plant, locked on the curling tendrils and the fat leaves, but I wasn’t seeing it completely.

I studied the pleasant shape of the little yellow flowers, the green rough expanse of each leaf, the slightly turned up edges and then I saw them. Little round crystal clear drops.

CukeLeafMedClearMorning dew hung on the leaf edges, little liquid ornaments, and they looked beautiful.

I had to record them and my moment of clarity.

I needed to add them to a head already filled with images. Each day is loaded with visual input.

Each night the brain syncs the new information into place, adding to the  stores of images already cataloged. From this library we create an approximation of past experience that we call memory.

I have heard that memory is very imprecise, that each time we review a particular moment of the past we rewrite it ever so slightly. The more we recall a memory the farther away we get from the actual experience.

I’m sure I heard most of these memory-related things on Radio Lab (I’m listening to Radio Lab right now. The topic is death). Without memory we cannot make meaning.

CukeLeafwFlowersFrom what I can recall life is good.

I am always amazed at the eb and flow of activity that makes up a day, a week, a month. It drifts, it pushes, it spins so quickly around a curve. I imagine a mini-me riding on a leaf and looking back at the starting point. It fades as I move on and soon is out of sight.

I love the unpredictability of this glide. I now find it funny that I spent so much time expecting things to be static, expecting that things would flatten out into a smooth steady rhythm.

Is is because of the many stories we collect? The books we read, the films we digest, TV and radio shows that we love all present us with a concise, cohesive, recognizable structure.

“Here’s a story ’bout a man named Brady . . .”

We love these chunks of easily digestible meaning. Piled one upon the other, over the years, we create ourselves with their help. They might be microcosmic origin stories. We might create each dayfrom these building blocks.

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Here’s what happened. Beginning, middle, end. The heroes journey. Boy meets girl . . .

I have tried to fit the erratic flow of my life into any number of neat packages and despite my ability at spatial reasoning, they seldom fit snugly for long.

Humans crave meaning, specificity, that elusive thing we call truth, and yet, if one is honest, one must admit we only got a fleeting glimpse of it, a ghostly shadow that we worked over in our mind until it had some some convincing heft. Really, we were moving too swiftly in the current of life  to get a good look at it.

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Time the Thief

Posted in family, tech, travel with tags , , , on May 27, 2009 by darcyarts

A new computer was one of the reasons I traveled to the Bay area. The real reason, the human reason, was to see my kids.

I didn’t know it when I pulled out of our driveway here in Redding but I had some unfinished business as a mother.

My children had left the nest “for reals” after we had moved to this house in late 2006. Jess left as soon as she had the money saved to go set herself up in San Francisco. She was so anxious to get into her real adult life.

Brian, a being with great and august past life history I am sure, took his time and went when he had a deal he could not pass up. Law School Arnold style. More about that later.

Jessica convinced me to make the Memorial Day weekend a travel adventure. I had wanted to go to break up my long string of seriously dedicated days of working. I’d been cranking and focusing very earnestly every day of this year and the last year, too.

I needed a break from everything just to clean my psychic lenses. That’s what I told myself and yet I hesitated. I shouldn’t go. No, I should go. My brain was scrambled.

But finally I went adventuring alone for the first time in a very long time.

I spent a Saturday night and a Sunday morning with Jessica and her man, Colby. It was cool, great to see her and Colb and to meet their roommate, Moises, the lovely sprite boy artist, in the flesh.

Sunday afternoon I left to go have dinner with Brian and Barrack Arnold then spent a lovely night at the Arnold’s beautiful house in Santa Rosa. It was a cozy comfortable visit.

I always feel comfortable with my kids. They are both so generous and affectionate toward me.

Still, I felt was a monster wave of sadness roiling in me. It was pulling itself into shape as the weekend progressed ready to curl and break.

I left Santa Rosa with mommy tears at having said goodbye to Brian. I love him so dearly.

The tears rolled down my cheeks and nearly blurred my vision as I took the curves on highway 29. I was finally grieving for their absence from my life. I had felt little spurts of pain for years but now I really knew with my whole heart that the kids were well launched in their own lives.

It was a strange combination of  joy and a deep sadness. Such a weird feeling. I was standing on the threshold of the rest of my life.

We will always be close and have great love and affection for one another. Now I can see that even when I put myself in their physical presence I can never really be in their world.

In this river of time we are all in separate boats. We may be able to wave hello or pull up next to one another and talk for a bit but our time together on the water, in the flow, will be fleeting. Time is a thief.

The Past is Present

Posted in music, nature, socialization with tags , , , , , on August 12, 2008 by darcyarts

If you are well versed in the new physics you understand the possibility that all things that ever have existed, do exist or will exist all do so simultaneously.

Check out Fred Alan Wolf on his book “The Yoga of Time Travel.”

If you have ever seen the film “Peggy Sue Got Married” you may be familiar with “Richard’s Burrito”. Peggy’s brainy friend, Richard, theorizes about time folding over on its self.

You can rent it at Netflix. It’s a fun movie beautifully directed by Francis Ford Coppola.

Some believe that all energy in the universe is one energy moving at various vibrational speeds. From Jesus to a table, all things of this world are created from the same cosmic stuff.

According to Werner Heisenberg’s uncertainty principal, we, that is our minds, influence how all these things are perceived. In the act of turning our attention toward something we influence how it comes into being.

In this photograph we see Albert Einstein and Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore in a meeting of the minds. 

Given these theoretical positions I now look at the presence of websites recreating past places and scenes as a sort of burrito cheat sheet. 

Some of us aren’t yet quite as practiced in our time-travel yoga as we might be but, collectively, we can create a time machine mash up from various sources, internal and external.

Many people are contributing to a virtual recreation of that thick forest of musical growth that I refered to in my last post.

Laurel Canyon, Hollywood, the Sunset Strip, and the people who reinvigorated it. No, not Motley Crew but they had their day, too.

The most evocative element of any collage of the 60s on the West Coast for me is the presence of Eucalyptus trees.

Here is an excerpt from a site I just discovered that amplifies the material from Michael Walker’s book Laurel Canyon:The Inside Story of Rock n Roll’s Legendary Neighborhood. Cool.

As Frank’s widow, Gail Zappa, told me:

“The place was huge and vaultlike and cavernous. It was so dark. I think the oldest eucaluptus tree in Southern California overshadowed the whole property. There was no floor in the kitchen, just this sort of platform in one corner that had the stove sitting on it. It was infested constantly with bus groups of rock and roll bands looking for a place to crash—they would just show up at all hours of the day and night…There were no locks on any of the doors. It was insanity.”

 

This is not part of the quote I just cant’ get it out of this tab setting.

Here are a few of the frequentors of Frank and Gail’s cabin:

Beautiful, fun girls. They were Hollywood in a strong way.

This photo is from Pamela Des Barres site.

R.Crumb Gets Blocked

Posted in Art, music with tags , , on June 27, 2008 by darcyarts

I finally got to the mighty Robert Crumb yesterday.

Observing his work and work ethic was one of the most influential factors in getting me to put something on the page.

So here is my Crumb immortalized as a block print.

This is the test sheet. All my changes on this block were very subtle and may not even be noticable at this size. The test sheet is essential to refining the block. I carve little bits away until I get it right.

In the last two prints (l to r) I shaved away just enough of the nose line to decrease the false-nose look I was getting in the beginning.

These blocks are cut small to start with and were intended to fit onto an ACEO size sheet of paper.

I also use small blocks because I’m frugal. I try to do the most with what’s at hand.

I’m still learning about materials. I always manage to come up with unique solutions as bumble my way through the process.

When I get the vision of something I want to do I eventually find my way to the right supplies.

If I really need something it will come to me.

I have been thinking of a shelf for my growing collecton of stamps. I keep making them and I need somewhere to store them. ideally somewhere centrally located in my work space.

I walked into the All Saints thrift store yesterday and found this beautiful old printer’s box.

I paid $12 for it. People have, in the modern day, placed small knick knacks or collectibles in them but they were made to hold print blocks. Back in the days of typeset printing.

This box is well made and small enough to fit right against the wall on my work table.

I am stoked, chuffed and tickled magenta.