Imagine, if you will, a summer morning on a tree lined street. There are lavendar petals littering the sidewalks from the last of the Jacaranda blossoms. There are real ponies strolling down the sidewalks with real babies and toddlers saddled up top. There are embroidered tablecloths billowing in the breeze. Chickens are roasting on a giant turning spit. Grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches are being made on soft hunks of sourdough bread while you wait. Hot crepes are being delivered from griddle to waiting plates then smothered with fresh berries and chocolate. Bright exotic drinks sit in these clear barrels. And then...look! Giant deep-red-in-the-middle strawberries are in a box with your name on it. Leave your diet at home and come and bask in the culinary treasures of the Montrose Farmer's Market!
But don't do what I did. Don't forget to check your wallet before you leave home. My 12 buckeroos got me exactly 3 baskets of the sassy berries and 6 pounds of ripe sweet peaches. Next weekend I bring the big bucks and have a grilled cheese and maybe a scoop of gellato. Who cares if it's only 9 in the morning. According to both my sisters gelatto and grilled cheese combine to make the perfect Super Food. What? I didn't mention the gelatto man? Oyvey.
Remember the cardboard I've been spraying? I made this pair into a Stencil Manifesto Journal. Inside loose pages with visual journal on one side and wallpaper on the back. I had another book all ready to gut with my exacto and sew fresh pages inside. But that was before I found the cardboard. Before my spraypaint pallet grew. Before I got the new gas mask. Before the spraypaint bug bit me in the arse. Before I boarded the spraypaint ship of love.
This growing pile of pages waits inside. It's like a journal portfolio.
This photo below is part of my new one-woman, I'M FAT SO WHAT campaign. Who says Dove are the only ones who can promote body-acceptance? I mean just because you've got arms like tree trunks is no reason to suffocate the arm flesh in too much fabric. I'm thinking of spraypainting my weight in giant numbers on a t-shirt. Oh. and I also wanted to model my new gas mask. It's comfortable and keeps out the particles AND the fumes. At the rate my memory is heading south I really do need to preserve what I have left.
Thanks to the ongoing tips from Michelle , I've added a widget to my blog so that when you visit my links they automatically open in a new window. Think of it as Hansel & Gretel leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for you to find your way back home.
I bit my tongue and got 2 charley horses in my calves all at the same time when I found this *&!!%!?# blog yesterday. Seriously. AMY RICE'S blog is some serious diggable fun. It's exciting. It makes my heart race. You already know what it did to my calves. Hightail it over there pronto Muchachos, and don't look back!
Well except you'll need to come back here to go over to see HER other blog that features more of her work.
Then there's her WEBSITE. Yes I know you could find that on your own. But just in case. I'd feel bad if you missed seeing even one piece of her shockingly beautiful work.