Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Digital Time Capsules

I stumbled upon my old Art Conspiracy site and found a bunch of writing I did.  Some of it is pretty horrible.  Some of it is VERY horrible.  But I found one or two entries that weren't so bad.  I'll probably pop a couple up here in lieu of anything remotely interesting.

A bit about the bit below: Brushfires in Southern California seem like an almost yearly event.  In 2003, however, there were unprecedented fires that demolished entire neighborhoods. Especially wealthy areas in the hills went up like tinderboxes.  Everywhere was covered in thick, thick ashes and you couldn't go outside without choking. This bit was written during those fires.

The accompanying photograph of the sun was taken outside my parent's house in Tustin, California at around noontime at the height of the fires. You can almost feel how thick the air was.

Fires Within. 

The little pieces of memories scattered over my car making it look like that granite-effect counter top material that folks in the 1980s were so fond of. It hurts to breathe outside. Scrap books, photos, roofs, family heirlooms, nothing now but particles covering my car and causing me to die prematurely of black-lung. Crouching in the rubble, they weep, tears pitting the ashes below them like tiny moon craters. Sifting, per chance coming across a semi-burnt notion of their lives. Innersprings of mattresses, charred kitchen utensils, a blackened doll's leg. It's like a reverse death: The person remains but everything else is destroyed. Homes, cars, back-yard tire swings, garden gnomes, watches, beds (how useful WAS that tag?), dogs, cats, the brave, the old, the weak, the strong. Everyone is equal now. Everyone owns the ashes of their lives. Apologies, condolences, promises of a brighter tomorrow won't stop the fire. 

Monday, August 8, 2011

Tony Foti Art Site Update

95% of the reason I enjoy maintaining is because, in doing so, I get to stare at some really incredible art for hours at a time.  IT. NEVER. GETS. OLD. Every time I revisit a painting, it never ceases to blow me away, I'm always noticing new details, heartfelt minutiae, exquisite pepperings of humor that I missed the first few times.  Also, he's my damn husband, so I get to watch these paintings grow from sketches to masterpieces, which is a pretty amazing process in of itself. 

I get roped into being a reference model for a lot of the paintings, which is both hilarious and terrifying (for instance: standing in the front yard wearing a black wig, holding a katana, while wearing an assortment of pots and pans, sun blinding me, trying to make an "intense" expression without laughing. The neighbors must think we're into some kinky business). Watching the painting manifest from "me pulling a weird face while festooned in scraps of fabric" to "Debris Spray" is's me, but it's not me at the same time. I should post some reference photos up here for a laugh. 

I recently had the pleasure of updating the site with BRAND NEW paintings of Star Wars characters for the new "Star Wars: The Card Game" set published by Fantasy Flight.  (Check out Han and Darth being all flashy in the demo set...wooo eee y'alls!)

I'm also trying to talk a certain Mr. Tony Foti into posting some tutorials and demos on the site, but being so in demand as he is, it might not happen for a good while yet. I'll have a go at him, then get back to you. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Here's Moomintroll, I made him from Sculpey and love...

Monday, August 1, 2011

First Post

My first post in my first blog since livejournal. I'm somewhat excited as I haven't kept anything like this in a hot minute, but extremely nervous as I simply don't know if I can be interesting enough to warrant a blog. I'm all over the place.

This blog should be a good indication of where I am in life right now. You find me here having just left a job that I thought I would have for the rest of my life.  My little world just lost gravity and I'm quietly, but anxiously, orbiting...clawing at passing satellites and admiring the earth from afar. A million doors are opening in response to the giant, cumbersome door that just I just slammed (with all my strength) behind me, it's just a question of choosing which door to go through.  Time isn't holding up, time isn't after me (same as it ever was...ha!). Starting over with more wrinkles than pimples (boy, there's life in the old girl yet), regressing to a pre-college state of scrambling for a living, yet enjoying the lack of responsibility and freedom to start something.  Start anything.

Now...where to begin?