The process of filling a
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12 December 2010
Sketchbook, page 59
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The process of filling a120 60 page sketchbook and posting it all by year's end continues:
Abstract face
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10 December 2010
Life of Art SitRep #44 In spite of the wonky
Every week, I work towards creating a life of art for myself. This is the journey, full of zigs and zags that are collectively, thankfully, progress.
Play along in the comments with your own pursuits if you'd like. (That's where I'll cheer you on.)
•Struggled with various sites acting up. Wonkiness a la ronde, for the grr. But I persevered and things eventually worked themselves out somewhere in the ether (or perhaps at banks of servers).
•Made Blue Bokeh, a cyanotype of Bokeh in Spring. I really like it in blue. The Blue Bokeh product line is now available with everything from iPhone cases to binders to Keds shoes:
•Made River Water Ripples hi-top and slip-on Keds; After Hockney - Black and White slip-on and hi-top Keds.
•Managed to delete some and rearrange the remaining featured items in my shop. Finally, yay!
•Overhauled my Rocklawn Arts lens and added more items to my American Southwest Scenes lens.
•Submitted links/products to 3 lenses and posted the link to mine on forum for store link submissions.
•Approved 17 link submissions. I can see how this could become addictive (links sometimes come coupled with praise). It has a practical side effect though. While people submit links to promote their stuff, it puts my stuff in front of more eyeballs.
•Tweeted, FB'd, zblogged (at last!) Blue Bokeh folder link and Sandstone Fins Close-Up folder link.
•Tweeted some 1 day sales.
•Watched "HDR Pro in Photoshop CS5" tutorial.
•Watched more of "Experimental Portraiture with Jeremy Cowart" workshop on CreativeLive.
•Drew and scanned 1 self-portrait.
How are your pursuits going?
A year ago on TTaT: Heifer International
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This week, I •Struggled with various sites acting up. Wonkiness a la ronde, for the grr. But I persevered and things eventually worked themselves out somewhere in the ether (or perhaps at banks of servers).
•Made Blue Bokeh, a cyanotype of Bokeh in Spring. I really like it in blue. The Blue Bokeh product line is now available with everything from iPhone cases to binders to Keds shoes:
•Made River Water Ripples hi-top and slip-on Keds; After Hockney - Black and White slip-on and hi-top Keds.
•Managed to delete some and rearrange the remaining featured items in my shop. Finally, yay!
•Overhauled my Rocklawn Arts lens and added more items to my American Southwest Scenes lens.
•Submitted links/products to 3 lenses and posted the link to mine on forum for store link submissions.
•Approved 17 link submissions. I can see how this could become addictive (links sometimes come coupled with praise). It has a practical side effect though. While people submit links to promote their stuff, it puts my stuff in front of more eyeballs.
•Tweeted, FB'd, zblogged (at last!) Blue Bokeh folder link and Sandstone Fins Close-Up folder link.
•Tweeted some 1 day sales.
•Watched "HDR Pro in Photoshop CS5" tutorial.
•Watched more of "Experimental Portraiture with Jeremy Cowart" workshop on CreativeLive.
•Drew and scanned 1 self-portrait.
*******
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06 December 2010
Tulips, to the left!
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05 December 2010
Sketchbook, page 58: Self-portrait
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The process of filling a120 60 page sketchbook and posting it all by year's end continues:
Self-portrait
Um, so I guess my cargo pants are pretty baggy, eh?
A year ago on TTaT: Gettin' My Groove On... (vol. xiii)
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Um, so I guess my cargo pants are pretty baggy, eh?
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04 December 2010
So damn polite
The last time I got a haircut was in August. Most of it was too short at the time, so I just left it to grow out. Curls tend to work their way back around so it takes a long time for it to look noticeably longer. And anyway, it's winter and I hate having a cold neck.
My bangs recently hit a shaggy stage though. They were hanging down and kind of bothering me so I gave them a flick to the left and then to the right. I really don't play with my hair much, but just then, someone said, "Are you Claire Skinner?"
My stomach did a quick jump as I anticipated...I wasn't sure what (probably all the questions I hate to hear). I looked up from my plate of jello, mandarin oranges, and an orange slice to the man who had stopped next to our table. "Yes?" I scanned his face quickly trying to place him. Nothing.
"Jeremy ------," he kindly offered before awkwardness could set in. "It's great to see you."
We'd gone to high school together. And middle school. And elementary school for that matter. We'd been friends on the bus in the early days until his family moved across town. By the time my family moved putting us on the same bus route again in 8th grade, we were hanging with different cliques. The honors track I was in had had a segregating effect although we did still see each other in band and sometimes gym.
"Hey," I said, "How's it going?"
"Really well, thanks." He gestured to the table behind me where his family sat. "I've got twin daughters, and that's my son."
I looked over my shoulder and nodded. His kids were probably between 6 and 10 which kind of threw me, but then we're not that young anymore.
He drove the point home when he said, "So it's been 19 years since we've seen each other. Crazy, huh?"
"Yeah." In the moment, all I could think was He's good with math. (It seems less impressive in retrospect. I just hadn't thought of how long I've been out of high school at all this year.)
"That is a long time," my Mom said. Right, so, while he's dining with his beautiful family (his wife was at the buffet), I was eating with my parents. "So how's your Mom doing," my Mom asked.
"She's doing well, she's in Florida now."
"Oh good," Mom said.
Jeremy's wife passed behind him with her dinner plate, so we wrapped up our conversation with "Good to see you's."
I had been thinking of getting some ice cream after my fruit and jello, but I really didn't feel like it anymore. I just wanted to finish and get out of there before some follow-up question got me completely flustered.
"Shall we take our fortune cookies to eat and play our game at home?" Mom suggested.
I replied with an emphatic, "Yes." When fortunes come with Chinese words to learn on the back, we take turns, unintentionally although assuredly, butchering their Chinese pronunciation and then guessing what they mean with what should be a simple hot/cold system. Often these games become heated because our minds do not work similarly.
I was not about to display our craziness in front of someone I hadn't seen or probably thought of in 19 years. That sounds ridiculously lame now that I write it out.
In any case, after an unusually long wait for our check, we got up to leave. Jeremy and his family were back at the buffet. I looked over but didn't want to disturb them.
As I was zipping up my jacket by the door, Jeremy came over, a plate of food in one hand, to say "It was really good to see you."
"Yeah, you too." He's taller than me, I thought to myself. Maybe 6'2".
"So are you going to have a reunion next year?" Mom interjected.
Mom, what are you doing?! As someone with no desire to go to a high school reunion, I did not want to give anyone the impression otherwise.
"Yeah, it'll be 20 years. That'll be wild," Jeremy answered.
"Yeah," I said weakly.
He held out his right hand, which I was not expecting, but I grasped it for a nice shake as he looked me in the eye and said, "It was really nice to see you."
"It was good to see you too."
He could not have been more polite and from the snippets of conversation I overheard, his family seemed lovely. Heck, they said grace before eating, or rather someone said they should say it, Jeremy agreed, and then I think they all said it to themselves.
Walking out to the car, Dad joked that Jeremy's wife was going to want to know who that woman was he was talking to.
I dismissed it, feeling pretty damn scruffy, with a simple, "No."
Mom agreed, "No, they were secure with themselves and one another. They treated each other with respect."
"That's true," Dad said. "They even had nice interactions with their kids."
All this is to say, if I still hate being recognized by people from my past, which I do, then clearly that's all me. Whatever feelings of loserdom that cropped up came from me, not him. (Did I really have to be flicking my hair just as he walked up?) He didn't even ask any of my trigger questions. Really just so damn polite.
Mom relayed our final interaction with Jeremy to Dad since he'd gone ahead to warm up the car. Then she said, "A very polite, friendly adult." Her appraisal could have referred to either Jeremy or me. After a pause, Dad said with a bit of mischief, "You mean Jeremy?"
Ha ha. I know I'm not the "friendly" one. It's not that I don't want to be friendly, I just don't have extroversion going for me (or a variety of other things). I can be awkward but polite though dammit.
Two years ago on TTaT: New Neighbors
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My bangs recently hit a shaggy stage though. They were hanging down and kind of bothering me so I gave them a flick to the left and then to the right. I really don't play with my hair much, but just then, someone said, "Are you Claire Skinner?"
My stomach did a quick jump as I anticipated...I wasn't sure what (probably all the questions I hate to hear). I looked up from my plate of jello, mandarin oranges, and an orange slice to the man who had stopped next to our table. "Yes?" I scanned his face quickly trying to place him. Nothing.
"Jeremy ------," he kindly offered before awkwardness could set in. "It's great to see you."
We'd gone to high school together. And middle school. And elementary school for that matter. We'd been friends on the bus in the early days until his family moved across town. By the time my family moved putting us on the same bus route again in 8th grade, we were hanging with different cliques. The honors track I was in had had a segregating effect although we did still see each other in band and sometimes gym.
"Hey," I said, "How's it going?"
"Really well, thanks." He gestured to the table behind me where his family sat. "I've got twin daughters, and that's my son."
I looked over my shoulder and nodded. His kids were probably between 6 and 10 which kind of threw me, but then we're not that young anymore.
He drove the point home when he said, "So it's been 19 years since we've seen each other. Crazy, huh?"
"Yeah." In the moment, all I could think was He's good with math. (It seems less impressive in retrospect. I just hadn't thought of how long I've been out of high school at all this year.)
"That is a long time," my Mom said. Right, so, while he's dining with his beautiful family (his wife was at the buffet), I was eating with my parents. "So how's your Mom doing," my Mom asked.
"She's doing well, she's in Florida now."
"Oh good," Mom said.
Jeremy's wife passed behind him with her dinner plate, so we wrapped up our conversation with "Good to see you's."
I had been thinking of getting some ice cream after my fruit and jello, but I really didn't feel like it anymore. I just wanted to finish and get out of there before some follow-up question got me completely flustered.
"Shall we take our fortune cookies to eat and play our game at home?" Mom suggested.
I replied with an emphatic, "Yes." When fortunes come with Chinese words to learn on the back, we take turns, unintentionally although assuredly, butchering their Chinese pronunciation and then guessing what they mean with what should be a simple hot/cold system. Often these games become heated because our minds do not work similarly.
I was not about to display our craziness in front of someone I hadn't seen or probably thought of in 19 years. That sounds ridiculously lame now that I write it out.
In any case, after an unusually long wait for our check, we got up to leave. Jeremy and his family were back at the buffet. I looked over but didn't want to disturb them.
As I was zipping up my jacket by the door, Jeremy came over, a plate of food in one hand, to say "It was really good to see you."
"Yeah, you too." He's taller than me, I thought to myself. Maybe 6'2".
"So are you going to have a reunion next year?" Mom interjected.
Mom, what are you doing?! As someone with no desire to go to a high school reunion, I did not want to give anyone the impression otherwise.
"Yeah, it'll be 20 years. That'll be wild," Jeremy answered.
"Yeah," I said weakly.
He held out his right hand, which I was not expecting, but I grasped it for a nice shake as he looked me in the eye and said, "It was really nice to see you."
"It was good to see you too."
He could not have been more polite and from the snippets of conversation I overheard, his family seemed lovely. Heck, they said grace before eating, or rather someone said they should say it, Jeremy agreed, and then I think they all said it to themselves.
Walking out to the car, Dad joked that Jeremy's wife was going to want to know who that woman was he was talking to.
I dismissed it, feeling pretty damn scruffy, with a simple, "No."
Mom agreed, "No, they were secure with themselves and one another. They treated each other with respect."
"That's true," Dad said. "They even had nice interactions with their kids."
All this is to say, if I still hate being recognized by people from my past, which I do, then clearly that's all me. Whatever feelings of loserdom that cropped up came from me, not him. (Did I really have to be flicking my hair just as he walked up?) He didn't even ask any of my trigger questions. Really just so damn polite.
Mom relayed our final interaction with Jeremy to Dad since he'd gone ahead to warm up the car. Then she said, "A very polite, friendly adult." Her appraisal could have referred to either Jeremy or me. After a pause, Dad said with a bit of mischief, "You mean Jeremy?"
Ha ha. I know I'm not the "friendly" one. It's not that I don't want to be friendly, I just don't have extroversion going for me (or a variety of other things). I can be awkward but polite though dammit.
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03 December 2010
Life of Art SitRep #43
Every week, I work towards creating a life of art for myself. This is the journey, full of zigs and zags that are collectively, thankfully, progress.
Play along in the comments with your own pursuits if you'd like. (That's where I'll cheer you on.)
•Shot 122 photographs from car.
•Prepped and created Sandstone Fins Close-Up product line:
•Added calendar sale info to my store intro.
•Made Desert Wave card with customizable "Wish You Were Here" message:
•Picked featured products from categories. Figured out 'top picks' feature and set 3 items. Set store front to display featured products rather than newest.
•Added my store link to squidoo lens of zazzle tutorials, tips, tricks.
•Made tweaks to my squidoo lenses. 140 pix is good size for 4 products across.
•Watched "Crowd Conversion" webinar.
•Watched "Enlarging an Image" Photoshop CS5 tutorial.
•Watched "Editing Published Products", "Matching products in product descriptions", "Add Zazzle products on your Squidoo lens" tutorials. Read "Posters without huge blank white areas" tutorial.
•Watched some of "Experimental Portraiture with Jeremy Cowart" workshop on CreativeLive.
•Listened to Going Pro #19.
•Listened to Havi's Bohemian Salon teleclass about transitions.
•Tweeted, FB'd, blogged a variety of sales over Thanksgiving weekend. I'm torn: on the one hand, I realize that massive sales devalue my work in the eyes of potential customers; but on the other, that's just how Zazzle works. As long as I offer my work through them, I'm subject to their sale whims, so I may as well mention them so as not to be a jerk, right?
•Drew and scanned 1 sketch.
How are your pursuits going?
A year ago on TTaT: Hiccups and epistaxis
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This week, I •Shot 122 photographs from car.
•Prepped and created Sandstone Fins Close-Up product line:
•Added calendar sale info to my store intro.
Get 40% off calendars until December 17, 2010 at 11:59 PM (PST) with code: 40CLNDRS2011
•Made Desert Wave card with customizable "Wish You Were Here" message:
•Picked featured products from categories. Figured out 'top picks' feature and set 3 items. Set store front to display featured products rather than newest.
•Added my store link to squidoo lens of zazzle tutorials, tips, tricks.
•Made tweaks to my squidoo lenses. 140 pix is good size for 4 products across.
•Watched "Crowd Conversion" webinar.
•Watched "Enlarging an Image" Photoshop CS5 tutorial.
•Watched "Editing Published Products", "Matching products in product descriptions", "Add Zazzle products on your Squidoo lens" tutorials. Read "Posters without huge blank white areas" tutorial.
•Watched some of "Experimental Portraiture with Jeremy Cowart" workshop on CreativeLive.
•Listened to Going Pro #19.
•Listened to Havi's Bohemian Salon teleclass about transitions.
•Tweeted, FB'd, blogged a variety of sales over Thanksgiving weekend. I'm torn: on the one hand, I realize that massive sales devalue my work in the eyes of potential customers; but on the other, that's just how Zazzle works. As long as I offer my work through them, I'm subject to their sale whims, so I may as well mention them so as not to be a jerk, right?
•Drew and scanned 1 sketch.
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01 December 2010
43. Half Empty
43. Half Empty by David Rakoff (4.5/5)
Y'know, I enjoy The Daily Show, but I only watch it very sporadically. I am very grateful, however, that I once again stumbled upon an episode with David Rakoff as a guest (still making John Stewart laugh I might add). I thoroughly enjoyed his book Don't Get Too Comfortable four years ago and I was not disappointed by his latest offering.
The cover of Half Empty sports the label, "WARNING!!! No Inspirational Life Lessons Will Be Found In These Pages" which is accurate, more like lessons in misanthropy. Naturally, I felt a tremendous sense of belonging as I read. I recognized so much of my own outlook in his words, have been several of the places he writes about, and grokked most of his references. For me the book is full of "YES!" moments. (This perhaps does not bode well for my mental health, but what are you going to do?)
In ten first person essays, Rakoff intelligently covers a lot of territory with wit. How can you not love a chapter title like "The Satisfying Crunch of Dreams Underfoot"? Or a sentence like, "I am in a canvas that Edward Hopper never felt bummed out enough to paint."
Love you, David Rakoff.
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Y'know, I enjoy The Daily Show, but I only watch it very sporadically. I am very grateful, however, that I once again stumbled upon an episode with David Rakoff as a guest (still making John Stewart laugh I might add). I thoroughly enjoyed his book Don't Get Too Comfortable four years ago and I was not disappointed by his latest offering.
The cover of Half Empty sports the label, "WARNING!!! No Inspirational Life Lessons Will Be Found In These Pages" which is accurate, more like lessons in misanthropy. Naturally, I felt a tremendous sense of belonging as I read. I recognized so much of my own outlook in his words, have been several of the places he writes about, and grokked most of his references. For me the book is full of "YES!" moments. (This perhaps does not bode well for my mental health, but what are you going to do?)
In ten first person essays, Rakoff intelligently covers a lot of territory with wit. How can you not love a chapter title like "The Satisfying Crunch of Dreams Underfoot"? Or a sentence like, "I am in a canvas that Edward Hopper never felt bummed out enough to paint."
Love you, David Rakoff.
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