Monday, December 16

Artifact Uprising

Have you guys seen Artifact Uprising yet? Its a high design shop to convert your digital images into very beautiful physical products like a hard cover book, a stack of prints, or postcards. It is beautiful and easy. I just uploaded 25 images for the 5x5 print option. I am going to do something like this.

This is as image, as I am sure you know, from Rita Konig's amaze apartment. I love how she displays personal photos in a casual way. This is her old place with the famous mantel shot. I would love to have bowls around the house with photos in them for easy browsing whenever. 

I just ordered the above print set.

Hard cover book, so beautiful and a fabulous gift idea. Wish I had thought to tell you guys about this before their Christmas shipping deadline passed. But I be procrastinating y'all.

Instagram book, basically you use images from your mobil device or whatever, low resolution. They are so beautiful and I want to do them for vacations and other fun events like weddings, epic parties, re-models, a running joke or event (like the evolution themed dinner parties we have with our friends.)

Last but not least one of my very favorite items, the calendar! What a great gift if you can create a family theme for extended family, or a sexy one for your lovey. How about for a new baby, you can do monthly updates or if you have an older child, you can do yearly updates for every month.

Check out their blog, or instagram.

Tuesday, December 10

Free Shipping Sale is happening now

Hello dork-wads. I am just here to tell you that if you wanted to you could get free shipping on any painting in the store. Like right now, until midnight tonight. Just enter "freeshipping2013" when you check out. No, you can't combine it with another coupon code.

Coco, 24x36. Letting loose and letting myself get very scribbly without controlling it too much is so much fun. Plus I love peach next to deep blue so much. Also dusty blue next to lavender, and army green next to magenta. You know what? Someone put this in a nursery please. Its exactly the kind of thing a newborn should be looking at (red and black are the first colors they see right?) Its much more unique than something pink for a girl, and blue for a boy. Put this bad boy on a mint green wall, or a lavender wall for either sex! For the love of Zenu!

I have some new pieces up that I personally like to look at. I have been painting much less lately, but what I do end up with is much more of "what I want to look at." It takes a long time to shift gears and I am still grinding that clutch all up and down Peachtree but soon my dears I will be a drag racing- painting metaphor.

Stumble, 36x60. I love this size for over furniture personally. Bright mixed with velvety dark is hot y'all. This painting has rich chalk pastel lines over matt dark paint layered over drips, and graphite scribbles and then over that is more paint. I love deepest darkest green. I would hang this over my bed because it is soothing as crap! If I were a designer I would put this puppy over a very dark purple velvet sofa with square lines.

Picina 36x48. Is there anything prettier than tomato red and pool water blue together? I always think of Swiss graphic design for no reason other than I guess I saw that one time and now its imprinted. This one would go great vertical, or horizontal. I have a confession: people who don't understand that the drips in a painting don't have to move downward make me crazy.

Talking Only Me and You, 48x48. This was one of those paintings that I shunned in my studio bathroom because it looked so bad to me. The original painting (which I nick named Clown Chlamydia). Then I painted over that bad boy and I like that you can see through the yellow paint. Its like yellow cellophane on a gift basket and your like "smoked sausage...ewwww." There is just something about gold and yellow that I love.

I talked about "shunning paintings" at the talk I gave over at Gregg's last month. Not my favorite thing to do, speak in front of a few people looking at me. Not at all. Never doing that again. Then I paid out of pocket to video that shiz. I probably will never show you that video. All I could think about was how much I hated it and how much I wanted to go home. I was like a little new girl in third grade who cries in Math class because she misses her mommy (true story dudes). This time I didn't cry though, I just had distracting fantasies about martinis and then bed. Lordy! Everything about being a grown up is better isn't it! Plus when you are an artist you can just say "I am a sensitive arteest and its totes normal for me to loose my prunes y'all."

Thursday, December 5

Pantone Color of the Year

I love this tradition of Color of the Year! I always try to predict it, whenever it was red, I got it that time. I am not surprised at all that Violet is the color this year, its meditative, could be conservative but with this fuchsia undertone it has it has something more, something secret and sexy. I have used it in every painting lately, and I won't stop. Its so inviting. I gathered up a bunch of purple inspiration images from my "color" board. Enjoy lovers.

What do you think? Could you tell it was trending? In art school we had a great eclectic old teacher named Syliva and she really taught me about color. She said you could always predict what would trend commercially if you watched the Super Bowl! I did it once, and all of my predictions came true, crazy huh. 

Wednesday, December 4


Just inspired by these soft images today. I would create a color palette but no one really notices and they take a lot of time. Instead, just enjoy these colors together. 

Monday, December 2

Save 25% on Cybergasam day

Save 25% on anything by entering: "thanksforthediscount" at checkout, you sexy thang you.

Meet me in Philadelphia

You probably already read Meet me in Philadelphia, cute Ashley's blog. If you don't, correct this woeful error now. She was asking guests to create posts about gratitude in November, and I created a post for her too. As you know I am really focusing on being grateful and so. There you have it...

What am I grateful for? What am I thankful for? You know, I think about this every single day.
I have started a gratitude journal (so very Oprah of me isn't it.) It helps me to get over myself and the problems that I sometimes allow to consume my thoughts. Are they really problems though? Not when I change my perspective a little and I take stock of what really matters and what I really have.

These past few days I have been pondering how lucky I am to live right here, right now (yes, that song totally just popped into my head). I am free to be whoever I want.

Read the rest of this titalating, dirty, shocking, NC17 story here...

PS. That is one of my favorite pictures of me, but O took it. That means there are approximately 42 others of me looking like a demented, windblown freak show. Oh, how un PC of me. Does your husband or wife take hideous pictures of you, if they ever happen to take pictures at all? O only feels the need to snap on if say my hair is especially crazy, or my face cream is hanging off my chin. Very lovely. 

Wednesday, November 20

I spill my guts in this one

Last weekend O and I celebrated our anniversary in New York. We took that trip to Portland in September kinda also to celebrate our anniversary (ten years baby!) But...I was super sick on that trip. One night when we were meeting with friends to have dinner I had to pace up and down the street trying my hardest not to puke/shit/faint/implode. Finally I took some charcoal and it made me better. Then I had a dinner that was painful. But what are you gonna do? I didn't sleep, I couldn't be touched. It was. Um. Not hot. At all. It was due to the zero stomach acid/leaky gut bullshit I have going on.

I swear I haven't been this happy, or had this much fun in ages.

You will (better be) be elated to hear that I felt great while we were in New York. I have strict diet to follow, so that was a slight bummer..who am I kidding. I can live life without crippling stomach pain and bloating so who gives a shit if I can't eat what I like. I can eat. At all. Thats pretty epic if you ask me. I am not drinking, as alcohol is inflammatory, and also fucks with my hormones. Lordy I don't need my hormones getting messed with any more than they already are. So basically I just drink grapefruit juice and pretend its a cocktail. In New York I splurged and drank a few dirty martinis. They. Were. Marvelous.

It was so great to have fun again! We kept looking at  each other and saying "this is so fun!" I never have fun anymore, did I mention that? I haven't been very social because I get sick so often (nausea, unexplained crippling stomach pains, ass-slapping fatigue, my throat closes up and I can't talk ((wha wha?)) blinding headaches. I basically have party pooper disease. Ha!

I really love me a dirty martini. We like hotel lounges, especially really posh ones in New York, especially off hours. Its like a whole other world in there. This was at Sirios in the Pierre after we had a little nap in the park.

Wanna know what is so great? I feel better. I have some witches stirring a cauldron and making magic for me. By witches I mean a few naturopaths. And its working. I am taking so many supplements, herbs, potions and lotions that I can't even begin to make a list. I still get tired easily so even in New York I quite literally just passed out early a night or two. I had so many extra things to pack for our trip that I had to take an extra large suitcase and check it. I don't even care. Its working! I almost can't believe it, I think I am having fantom pains because sometimes I can't actually believe that I am just sitting here and I feel...normal. Dare I say healthy?

I will skip ahead and not go on about all of the awfulness of the last year.

My favorite hotel! We love staying at The Bowery and I look forward to it every year. The bellhops know us now. Is there anything more fabulous than room service? I used to need a cappuccino ever morning but now I don't have any diary. I love my black coffee in the mornings now. I can't give up coffee.

As you can imagine there has been a lot of fallout in my life. I withdrew from social activities because, maybe you can relate, but I got tired of being uncomfortable and not at home. Maybe I got depressed for real. I also cried. Lets see, I cried every single day. Basically I cried every single day for a year, and then like all day long for several months. This, after a year of doing fertility treatments (newsflash, it was the fertility treatments that made my already weak system much worse. Thank you fertility industrial complex that I inexplicably got myself caught up with,  I paid out of pocket for poison.) I woke up crying. Like desperate sobbing fueled by anger and anxiety and images of my life slipping away like sand on a windy day. My dear sweet O is always so supportive. But can you image your partner in life acting like that all.the.time. No, me either. It would be hard for me.

Birthplace of Roosevelt. Can you even deal? Right down the street from Gramercy Tavern, one of my favorite restaurants ever. 

O has never been sick, not really sick. Ever. He does his best to understand but, and I promise you, no one else knows. No one else can imagine. Thats why people form support groups when they get the wind knocked out of them in life. Ohhhh. Thats why. So one night I was doing the usual and crying and muttering to myself and feeling really sorry for myself when I realized this: I have to get my shit together dude. I can't be a person who overcomes a terrible situation if I wallow in it. I have to have faith in my doctors, allow it to take its time, and I have to stop obsessing and spending every inch of energy on trying to control this situation. I was making a bad situation worse. Much worse.

Is this the coziest lobby you have ever seen? My happy place is sitting by that fire with my love and giggling madly and sipping a martini.

So. I started a gratitude journal. I also write down when I do something I am really ashamed of, or things that scare me or boys that are cute and teachers I hate. After I got an actual firm diagnosis it was like my anxiety faded away and I had a choice. I could grab it and hold it here with me and focus on the things still unkown, or I could embrace the future and let go of all the negative stuff and let it live in the past. It has no place in my future. (Diagnosis: High estrogen that along with low adrenal function since teen years caused endometriosis and infertility  Low thyroid function (thyroiditis) that caused low stomach acid that lead to leaky gut and some pretty bad food allergies and systemic inflammation and an immune system that is going bazerk trying to heal it and just making everything worse. Mal-absorption meaning not getting vitamins from food. Awesome)

I also stopped talking about it so much. Why? Because I was so focused on getting better, on understanding why I felt like I was dying from the inside out that I obsessed over it. I let it dominate me. I let it make me even more selfish that I already am. I was not a person who could support others, or be present or live in the moment. I couldn't be spontaneous, or fun or anything but miserable and did I mention that I cried a lot? I wasn't having fun because I was choosing to focus on not having fun.

I found this on pinterest and it was like it was written just for me. I feel so much peace when I read this.

So I have been letting go. Just letting it wash off of me. I feel like when I scrub my skin it is opening up my pores and smoke is coming off of me. Melting negativity is leaving my body. Sooo wishy washy but you know what. You gotta go deep when you need to. You gotta get spiritual and have faith and embrace the healing power of positivity. It is changing me permanently this letting go. It is changing how I paint. It is really changing how I paint. I crave subtle energy now, peace and calm. I am so moved by the expression in a single line. I crave simplicity and at the same time transparency. Its like before I was holding so much inside of myself that my painting was the only place I could escape from it. And now it is all open, all coming out and so much a part of me that it is reaching out and turning my head and whispering in my ear. Its my aha moment.

So wonderful to go to the Neue gallery and have brunch at Cafe Sabarsky as we always do when we visit. My favorite person in my favorite place. Pretty sweet.

I can't do anything about having a wonky body. I will never stop fixing myself, then falling apart again. I will never just reach a place where I don't have to work hard to make myself better, or deal with whatever there is to deal with. Why did it take me so freaking long to figure this out? But I choose to look at this as the beginning of something new. I won't write blog posts anymore about how I am almost better, just about to be perfect but not quiet. I didn't want to write a negative blog post either, but its good to get it out and maybe you can relate with this. Maybe you need a helping hand, like I did, do, always will. I feel like saying this all out loud and admitting how badly I have handled this shitty situation is healing in and of itself. I didn't reach some prize, I didn't pass the test but I did finally get that it doesn't matter.

Tuesday, November 19

This is touching me today

Thank you Joy for pinning this today. It is exactly what I needed to see. I keep alluding to an illness in my life that is making me change and evolve don't I? Well, I am alluding to it again here: I am looking at life with new eyes recently and my painting is changing too. I have turned down every project or collaboration, sale, or licensing consideration that would mean more work for me until 2014, at least. I am "going deep" and really focusing on expressing some ideas that are overwhelming me lately. Ideas that wake me up at night, ideas that I can see far away from me pulling me toward them. I don't care what happens, I just know that I have to create with my eyes closed for a while.

Tuesday, November 12

25% off of everything!!

Including canvas prints! I have some new work, and a few new prints too. Not to mention plenty of original paintings to choose from! Shop now and enter "thanksforthediscount" at checkout.

Particularly, 13x19 print. 35usd.

Naked and Famous print, 13x19. 35usd.

Rather Like You, print! 35usd.

Pop Rocks print (don't forget the calendar too!)

Some of my favorite paintings are still available too.

Monday, November 11

Alexander Wang dress is bonkers

I just bought should too.


Thats all really. Except to tell you that last year I lost my favorite black dress that an old boyfriend bought me from Banana Republic over 12 years ago! It was amazing and somehow it disappeared. Sad. I have been looking for a "perfect" black dress in jersey ever since. Remember when Banana Republic had nicer clothes? Like 1/4 of the variety they have now, but really nice quality? Yeah, those were the days.

Update: I would wear it with this bra. Or the next one I can find with a pretty, lacy back (that latches in the front, or has no latch) in about five minutes of searching on Zappos.

SAD! It was sold out. I am super sad. I never got it :(

Wednesday, November 6

NEW canvas prints are here....again

New canvas prints are in the store right now! I am pretty excited about these, and they look amazing, if I do say so myself.

Bermuda Biangle. This painting sold so fast, I almost couldn't make a scan of it. 36x48 inches, wrapped onto a sold wooden frame 1.5 inches deep. Wired and ready to hang, and has my logo on the back.

Dark and Stormy is 40x40 inches. The original is 48x48 inches, but that size is very cumbersome, and expensive to ship, but 36x36 seemed too small for this one. The canvas print is wrapped around a 1.5 inch deep solid wood frame, with logo on the back. Wired and ready to hang, natch.

ps. The original Dark n Stormy is still here! The print is slightly lighter than the original, that is just something that happens when you are trying to translate an original to a digital print. Because Dark n Stormy has so much light to dark variation, it is more obvious with this print.

End of End! This painting represents the first time I started to play with washes on a painting that I sold to the public. Whew. Anyway its a 36x48 inch canvas print wrapped onto a 1.5 inch solid wood frame. Wired and ready to hang with my logo on the back. All of my prints ship from our warehouse in Michigan via Fedex.

I am going to send out a newsletter, but since you love me so much that you actually read all the way to down here, you get 25% off! Just enter "Shenanagram" at checkout for your discount.  You can use the discount on any pre-stretched canvas print. Contact me for wholesale stuff.

Lets not forget that the 2014 calendar is also here! Featuring my Pop Rocks painting. You can still enter "thatswhatshesaid" to get 15% off any print, including the calendar.

Tuesday, November 5

Wednesday, October 30

I guess I am a Smart Creative Women

I met Monica last year at Surtex. I like her vibe. She is a genuine person who really feels good about (and makes you feel good about) helping other creative women, and she has a really cool blog.

See the interview here.

I have never been able to figure out how to upload a video to this darned blog. So there you have it.

Try not to be scared looking at my enormous mouth and giant teeth, it kinda feels like I am going to eat your face...

Update: The harmless comment about my mouth is just a joke. All jokes have a grain of truth in them. Also true (who would deny that mouth is big! No one!) But I have been reminded by you ladies that I shouldn't apologize for myself. Always appreciate being reminded about important things like that cuz not only is it true but I do it too! I am pissed that I count myself among the lady apologizes (I apologized about my mouth, get it?) So to clarify my previous pre apology I offer this post apology clarification apology statement : Glory in the Magesty that is The Mouth! Teller of truths! Kisser of husbands! Eater of steak! Teller of self depreciating jokes! Bow to the lipsticked maker of sound effects! 

Tuesday, October 29

Hibernation Days

Yesterday I didn't intend to take a hibernation day, but it totally happened anyway. I was very social this weekend you see. And being a total introvert, I needed to recharge from all that fun interaction with some hermiting. A few years ago when I was seeking a holistic approach to healing my adrenal fatigue, I learned about "hibernating." It means you have to be horizontal all day long, no TV, just knitting, or books. No stimulating (example the news, contentious conversations, confrontations with your spouse about why the hell the laundry is all over the place!!). I like to prepare for these days by letting O know its going to happen, so he can help me tidy the house up. Everything has to be clean and neat for me to enjoy myself. I get in bed, totally break the no TV rule and hang out and sleep intermittently and snuggle puppies and lay around and daydream. Oh, and the sheets must be clean too, with clean puppies as well. You know...I may be more high maintenance that I originally thought.

 I took some screen shots because I like the interiors of this movie.
OMG, what does Liam Neeson do? Something creative with computers and drafting tables. The books!! The art!! The turtle neck sweaters!!

Teehee, its so ten years ago! I love that they have cordless phones at home, and the muted colors and its fun isn't it. I love that kids art behind them in the hallway, the light filled rooms...

I like these cozy rooms. They look dated now don't they?

Here we see real life slimeball whatshisface dancing around N. 10 Downing Street. I like the portraits and the wall color.
 Yes, I know I am super lucky that I get to do that. But, I do routinely work weekends, and every day in a row for forever and nights and what have you. So...

I decided to watch Love Actually yesterday. Why are romantic comedies from the late 90's, early 2000's so much better? Sliding Doors anyone? French Kiss? You've Got Mail???

I love movies set in big cities, London is especially cozy, and I love female protagonists who go through hell and end up on top, naturally. In Love Actually I really just wanted to look at the pretty interiors, and my boyfriend Alan Rickman is in it. He is a dream boat. If I were that secretary of his I would be all hot and bothered too, but I sure as hell wouldn't to to wedge my overly perky boob into his family.

ps. Hilarious!

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