This is a question that I am constantly pondering, since my career path has often been presented back to me as having NOT chosen art–that since I am an ACADEMIC, art is therefore a hobby, something I don’t have time for, that is preventing me from getting real work done, something that I study but do not produce, something in the margins of my life (and my class notes).
So, when best art teacher, friend and artist Sves asked me “How does art fit into your life?” as a prompt, I was left basically grasping for straws. How? More or less shoved in there, like a sleeping bag in a stuff sack (I am going camping this weekend).
The real crux of the assignment, which I have yet to complete, is more of a game plan. How am I going to MAKE art fit into my life?
[And, I suppose, if folks want to talk about this, how do you make art fit into your life?]
p.s. these are literally all the colors of copic sketch markers that i own. #funfacts
Drew this for a friend to commemorate our post-apocalyptic prep gym trips. It’s never too early to train for the rev.
I made this quick birthday card for a friend last week! I don’t know if it fully captures the extreme adorableness of the parties involved, but it was super fun to draw a blue cake.
back to the way less fun work of writing papers,
I was so excited when amazing Toronto-based illustrator Clara Bee Lavery asked if I wanted to do a portrait exchange with her, and even more excited to actually get the results in the mail! My portrait of Clara Bee is above, her portrait of me (as a sexy lumberjack, no less) is below! It’s kind of like we actually get to hang out…
This has been a good month for art–so many of my dear friends are gearing up for exciting summer projects and producing amazing pieces that will look so good hanging on your wall. If you have some cash left over after contributing to my donation drive, or you don’t really want to support my work but are looking for someone else to throw some bucks at, Elle Perez is producing beautiful photography and selling prints to pay their MFA position placeholder at Yale (YALE!). Also, photographer and printmaker Amy June Breesman is graduating and being thrust into the wide world and also making some gorgeous pieces that would look so good in your life.
Hope wherever you are is warm and sunny, and that we can collectively emerge like a 17 year cicada brood and fly into people’s hair.
I just got back from a week in Tennessee and Kentucky, which I wrote a little bit about at Lazy Femme. From an art perspective, it was amazing having a weekend at Ida with some of my greatest heroes and buds, feeling inspired and challenged to push harder and try new things. I’m mostly going to be sketching for the next month, flexing my watercolor and life drawing muscles to build up to a couple of new projects.
Sketching with my buds at Ida. Photo by Jessie Xander.
Jessie and Jacob before lunch.
The other night I watched an entire season of Game of Thrones while filling my sketchbook with those swirly things. I used to fill notebooks with those things during class. Call it meditation.
Home, watching Game of Thrones and sketching pelicans.
I’ve also been making a lot of friendship bracelets which I suppose I’ll post about soon enough.
I recently sent one of my penpals a copy of Interview Clothes and they sent this back:
Zinefest Best-dressed Beasties.
My favorite thing about zinefests is meeting people, and seeing people that I only see once or twice a year. Highlights include a beautiful reunion with Robyn of Not Yr Cister Press at Quimby’s bookstore, marked consipicuously by a photobooth session and intense discussion about the unlimited potential of yet-unwritten werewolf novels, every moment spent with my beautiful host Jami Sailor, the joy of seeing masses of familiar faces at Friday night’s reading or scurrying past my grumpy self at the expo on Saturday, watching Buffy with new friends and kittens, eating pizza for every meal and doing dramatic readings of zines that give props to Seventeen magazine for being racially diverse (that’s probably why I puked). I also had the chance to re-meet the fabulous Edie Fake (Gaylord Phoenix) and restock Quimby’s with my zines, so if you live in Chicago and didn’t make it to the Fest or couldn’t find me in the epic fuckery, they have some Sassyfrass, both issues of Femme a Barbe, and my new zine with Jami, Archiving the Underground.
Photo of Yours Truly by Amber Forrester.
After the reading on Friday I stood outside with Emilija (Ship of Fools), shivering in the stupid-cold Chicago spring, and I felt giddy with excitement at the ways in which our lives are changing and growing, at the moments we share with people we almost never see, that we know only through the mail. During the expo on Saturday, I laughed at the “Full Page Fuckery” and “Straight White Dude Zine” buttons Jami and LB made, and got to sit next to Georgi, who I met at the Milwaukee Zinefest this fall. I fell in love with Kathee’s zine Lake Effect and almost fell over laughing when someone pulled a zine that will teach you the lyrics to “On the first day of bleeding (my true love gave to me)” which, yes, is about menstruation and sung to the tune of “On the First Day of Christmas” from Jami’s zinester librarian tour fundraiser zine grab box.
Also you can watch the raw mostly-audio footage of our first ever “Archiving the Underground” workshop here, thanks to Amy Leigh of twelve-oh-two.
Soundtrack to this post provided by Dalice Malice:
Because it’s important to talk about having fun too,