Thank you

Hello, you.

My family, my friends and friends that I haven’t yet met. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the US, and I’m going to be spending it with dear friends.

I’m taking the day off, and I hope you can too. Even if you have to work, I hope you find some time to spend with those close.

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I take for granted how lucky I am to have such an amazing, art-loving support group. I’m humbled and my knees go weak to think about it, but I am so thankful to have you.

As a tiny token, if you will be shopping this weekend, I’m having a special sale in my etsy shop:

25% off everything, Black Friday – 11/28 through Cyber Monday – 12/1 – by using Coupon code: BLACKFRIDAY upon checkout. :)

Okay, back to the important stuff: thank you, thank you, thank you. We’re going to take a trip back to Montana the week after Christmas to visit for the holidays – it’s been a while, and it’ll be so good to see family. But you’re all my family. And I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving.

Much love,

Stasia

30 Day Art Challenge!

Whew! With a couple of hours to spare, I’ve completed the thirty 8×10″ paintings for this year’s 30 Day Art Challenge.

all 30 smI chose to paint burlesque girls for the entire 30 pieces. I wanted to use a lot of color, make some cheerful, sassy and frilly art, and well, the research is just plain fun!

all paintingsWhile for most of the pieces I used bits and pieces of photo reference, I also got the amazing opportunity to paint Lolo Ramone, who visited my studio and modeled for five paintings! She came prepared with a Mary Poppin’s bag of props: parasols, garter-belts, corsets, hair accessories a boa and an exquisite burnt velvet tasseled robe.

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Some pieces, while perhaps not exactly “burlesque” took a more circus-y theme. Perhaps a side effect of really getting into the current season of American Horror Story. This strong woman is one of my favorites!tiny burlesque 10

Lolo Ramone.

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Um, Sherlock?

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Ringmaster.

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Snake Charmer.

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“Moira” A sea-faring beauty.

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“Posey”

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“Mimi”

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“Suzy Spacegirl”

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This is pretty much what my studio’s looked like for the past couple weeks: it needs a tidying super bad.studio

My pieces, along with the collections of over 100 other artists (!! That equals over 3000 separate art pieces!!) will be on show for one night only, mark your calendars! December 4th, during the Pioneer Square artwalk, from 5-10pm. Art will all be priced the same at $50, and will sell off the walls, so be sure to get there early so you don’t miss out! :) Hope to see you there.

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This week: Never, Stargazing, and Inktober

neverFirst things first: tomorrow, Tuesday Oct. 14th, Never debuts in Seattle on the big screen! Back in 2012, I helped create a T-shirt design and poster/cover for the film.

9:15 PM
@SIFF Cinema Egyptian
801 East Pine Street, Seattle, WA 98122

Get your ticket(s) here: http://slgff.strangertickets.com/films/17910552/never

From the Facebook page:

Never is the story of Denim (Zachary Booth), a twenty-something who moves to Seattle and falls in love with a struggling, gay singer-songwriter named Nikki (Zelda Williams). And as their resulting friendship blossoms and complicates, it will challenge and redefine their understanding of love and modern relationships. 

 

Second things second: Wednesday, Oct. 15th is opening night for my new show, Stargazing, at Solo Bar, 200 Roy St., Suite 104, Seattle. Yay! If you’re in the area, do drop on by!

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Third in news: for the first time, I’m participating in the Inktober challenge! This involves simply (hah!) creating one ink drawing each day for the month of October. I’ve been using a brush and ink in my new toned-paper sketchbook (I love it so!), and mostly doing the drawings around 10 – 11pm, before crawling into bed, but for 12 days now I’ve pretty much kept to it, and I’m pretty proud of them.

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sm oct 12You’ll notice I don’t have all the drawings up – that’d be a little image heavy. I have, however, been uploading them to my Instagram account. :)

Okay, that’s all for now, but I’ll be back soon! Thanks for sticking with me!!

Hiding/showing

Had an interesting encounter this morning.

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While outside with my coffee photographing new work for the show at Solo bar. Rolled out of bed 10 minutes ago. Cigarette in my pocket to smoke before going back up inside.

An older gentleman walks past, then backtracks to have some words. Short, kind, eyes locked on mine. Offers some advice. Takes a few minutes trying to remind me of a certain painting, which I eventually deciphered as “the Scream” by Munsch. “The Shout? It’s famous. It’s like this” – he holds a pantomime speakerphone up to his… ear, opening his mouth wide and staring at me, waiting to get the connection. It looks nothing like the painting. There are two kinds of art. He says. Art like that, and then art like mine. “That dark, tortured art. Then yours. Yours is the art of flowers” he says. I accept the compliment. Then he goes on:

“I live in the world of light. Do you?”

I nod, I guess, agreeing that my work is of a different flavor than, well, the “Scream.”

“I try” I say.

“You. You try. I live.” He replies, slowly. Meaningfully. Repetitively. “That’s the difference. I live fully in the light. May I?” He kneels down with me – until now I’ve been squatting on the sidewalk, shuffling through the large watercolor sheets, and he bends down to spread out my artwork. Not very carefully, I notice – but I relax and let him look.

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“Japanese,” he says, nodding. “This is nice, the hands, the drawing…” but his finger goes up to the shock of black hair hiding an otherwise naked and splayed out figure – “Why are you hiding? What are you hiding from?” He spreads out the other pieces I have – five in all. “In all these pictures you’re looking away. Why aren’t you facing the light?”

I cringe. “I hide the face for many reasons” I say. I wasn’t expecting an art critique so shortly after dragging myself out of bed. I start spitting out a short list, automatic, robotic:

“A lot of my work is like this. I’m interested in nakedness, and tattoos, and revealing and covering what we choose. By leaving out the face I add some anonymity – and the less you show, the more likely you are going to connect to the figure. It could be someone you know. I think we decide really quickly what we love and what we don’t by getting caught up in the details. Without a face the piece is more approachable, and there’s an invitation to help be a part of this story. I think it is entirely up to us to show what we want – I think it’s really interesting that you feel personally cheated … Blah, blah blah… art school jargon is still spilling out of my mouth when I’m interrupted.

“Slow down.” I now realized he had old ears – “Slow down, give me a chance to get a taste of your ideas.” I got excited there for a moment, listening to myself talk and actually, just talking to myself – and forgot he was even listening. Or maybe, surprised that he was trying. This guy is big into eye contact and pointing and speaking slowly, so that his wisdom can fully penetrate my young, eager ears.

“I was a waiter for 30 years.” He says, meaningfully.

“A what?” I heard writer, or reader, or, I dunno.

“A waiter.” He enunciates. I agree, that’s a great profession. A very important and rewarding job. One that I actually really loved. I was one for seven. So?

“So I know people. And you’re hiding something. What are you hiding from? I live in the light.” Here he opens his arms wide in a gentle shrug, gesturing towards all of the glory of the surrounding shrubbery. “I’m a spiritual man. I live for family, for God, for light. Why are you hiding from that? Why don’t you show yourself? Why not open yourself up?”

I’m being patient, but I’m kind of ruffled, despite myself. I feel like he thinks I owe him something.

“This is you.” He points at the art, then at me. “This. Is. Where. You. Are.” Slow, full of intention, and I nod slowly, impatient. My feet are right here. Can’t you see that I’m right here? I blurt:

“You know, I could make something that is pretty, idealistic, just like a fairytale” – I also gesture to the square hedges – and here I reveal my jaded, dead soul – “but I’m not interested in that.” I pause. Trying to match his slow pace. “I’m interested in tension. In imperfections, in reality.” I’m imagining his idea of art being full of rainbows and Caucasian children dancing in an open field of flowers. With birds. Yeah. And butterflies. And sunbeams. That’s not fair to him. And that could be an awesome painting. Wow. What is wrong with me?

I’m irritated. I’m about to lose my cool. I’m ready for that cigarette and for going back up to the studio to get some work done. Why would he say these things to me unless he thought I were an anti-family, anti-light, cowardly heathen? Why am I suddenly so defensive? It’s okay, I can win this with logical, Buddhist non-dualistic theory! Instead, this comes out of my mouth:

“By saying that, I feel like you’re implying that I don’t, and that I’m not. I don’t need to hear this from you.” Now I’m feeling I should have politely excused myself a while back. I start to gather my things, but it’s clear he’s not ready to leave. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s making me uncomfortable.

“I’m not an artist” he starts. “It’s clear that you have skill. But the hiding – it makes me curious.” Okay. Fine. “Curiosity is good.” I say. “Curiosity.”

He reaches out his hand, and I go in for a handshake, because I’m a lady, but he’s going for the fist bump. Then he attempts a cool handshake with me. I give up.

He repeats his name, points out his apartment building, and then, like I need it, says “I love ya!” – nudging me on the shoulder. He finally leaves. I’m still cooling down. I gather my things, shakily set stuff by the outside door, and am confused. Once I’m sure he’s gone, I light my cigarette and after a few breaths whisper, “thank you.”

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“Thank you,” because in those moments following I realized I was really upset. Something about this encounter poked me in an uncomfortable way and stirred up a lot of anger.

I get offended because I feel patronized.

I have a fierce ownership over the meanings in my art, and am still surprised and dismayed when I feel they’ve been interpreted so differently than I intended.

And then, sickeningly, I’m grateful. Though not how he intended, I see this man as a teacher. Which I hate! I waited and listened to him politely for a deal longer than what I’ve recorded, and what for? To keep him comfortable. What the fuck.

I consider myself a diehard feminist. And through my drawings of women I’m able to step back as a bystander and observe how viewers interact with, granted, a representation of a woman. People will say things about art that they wouldn’t face to face with a person, and sometimes their concerns, frankly – concern me. I hear, “vulnerable” “fragile” “hiding” and get all defensive, perhaps because I feel like those descriptors are seen in a negative light. Who’s to say what’s to be shown, and to be covered?

I don’t always have time to explain that I was raised religiously, that I have bodily shame and guilt that comes from a conservative upbringing, but also have an amazing Mama who always encourages looking inside for the truth, in trusting your gut, and in seeing beauty in yourself. I draw self portraits, and used to disguise them better, but am starting to realize, who cares? I feel like these are the most revealing parts of myself. So I get defensive when criticism is unexpected and not what I’d like. It’s entirely of my volition that I put these out into the world. It’s an offering to the insanely massive dumping ground of art and self-expression that we’re all dropping bits into. My simplest answer to the question of “why?” is: I just want to make something pretty. I know it sounds trite. But I’m leaving space for you to make that up for yourself.

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Nausicaa, and Windsor & Newton inks

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“Nausicaä” – 8×10″ ink and watercolor on aquabord watercolor cradled wood panel.

I’m so proud of my most recent little painting! I’m trying something a bit different here. The last time I visited the art supply store, I picked up a set of Winsor & Newton inks, and after lightly penciling in the drawing I used the nut brown ink to trace over the linework.

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 I used liquid resist (the light blue blobs) to protect the areas I wanted to keep white.

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Here is after the first few coats of paint, not quite dark or rich enough. I used both the inks, and my watercolor paints.

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And here is the finished piece!

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This painting is for this group art show, set to coincide with the Penny Arcade Expo this weekend. All of the work is inspired by nostalgic animation from the 80’s and 90’s. Opening Friday night! Hope to see you there. :)

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Here is the Facebook event page.