Archive for October, 2010

on cortisol…

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

I just caught myself getting spiked on cortisol again!  Wow, it’s shocking how quickly I am able to jack myself up on stress…and self-imposed at that. I believe a lot of stress is self-imposed. We choose to wrap self in a knot over something that is completely avoidable. 



Molly & Millie:
mastered cortisol addictions

Since Open Studios I have been actively aiming towards working in the studio again; yet there continues to be that evil left brain that wants to give me just one more business project.  Having just spotted a 50% printing discount on a project I planned for early next year sent me into high anxiety. Sure I could design this project and send it off by the print deadline, which is the same night as a lecture for which I am also prepping… despite the fact that I will be out of town for a full week in between!  WHAT?!


The cortisol came rushing in on the heels of play.  Not twenty minutes before I was dyeing and painting cloth in the basement, in my sweats on a rainy Saturday. What could possibly be more wonderful than this? (not counting hubby’s divine smelling, but heart attack invoking, hash browns cooking as I painted) And possibly because I had just emerged from 90 minutes of play is the precise reason I caught cortisol doing her thing…and arrested her!

The connection I made was between untimely print discounts and buying more legroom or early boarding on a flight. I am so worth it.  Sure I am worth a print discount but not if I have to shorten my life-span to get it!

back into the studio…

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010



black rayon



With Open Studios history I feel newfound freedom this week. So you’d think I would have headed straight into the studio, but no. Instead on Monday and Tuesday I went into my now common avoidance mode. I wanted to make art but just seem to run out of daylight. Today I decided to corner the muse and lock her in the basement!
And success! First I made an art date with self to dye this weekend.  I have accumulated a big stack of vintage linens (my new obsession) and I want to start doing something with those in the stash so I can acquire more guilt-free! 



black rayon, detail



A barren print table in this house is too tempting to those seeking a flat place to stash their stuff. So after I tidied the table and  completed the this is your stuff relocation program I was ready to do something.  With an upcoming deadline for a super secret project time’s a wastin. So I decided to discharge in bleach solution a piece of black rayon and a piece of deep gray Kona cotton. 
grey Kona cotton
Normally I discharge fabric only with dishwashing gel. It stinks but is far less toxic than bleach.  I wanted to use bleach for these two fabrics though to get the POW factor  of sharp contrast that is often lacking with the dishwashing gel.  I donned gloves, respirator, turned on two fans and opened the basement door and went to work.





detail

 All I can say is wowsers and gorgeous! On the Kona only mauve and brown remain from the once grey cloth. Although I hate bleach I do love the results it gives.

I got so jazzed by this that I stayed another hour and painted all the previously dyed fabric languishing on the side of the print table. Saturday will not come soon enough…

complusive behavior and art-making…

Saturday, October 16th, 2010



Golden Rain



I have come to the conclusion that every human on the planet is compulsive. All semi-conscious people tend to eat too much or too frequently, shop too much, watch too much TV, have sex too much or with the wrong people, talk on the phone too much, drink too much, smoke too much, do too many recreational drugs and yes even spend too much time on the internet doing God knows what in the name of research.



The past 5 years my annual art goals list has had one common factor: Spend less time on the computer! Obviously it has not yet happened. In fact this year I succumbed to spending more time on the computer and less time in the studio. What started out as marketing and networking has become compulsion! Addiction sets in when the compulsion to escape becomes the problem rather than the solution!  So it was rather timely yesterday that the weekly artists Painters Keys reminder  from Robert Genn addresses this very subject. He speaks to painters but  his words apply to artists of any medium. 
He says and I quote: “It’s all about procrastination. Hanging …on to a computer, artists will do anything to avoid going to their room and going to work. Fear of failure and fear of success are just two of the issues that lead to escapism. With the quality and variety on the Internet, today’s painters face a hazard like never before. ……….Net Junkies are the new alcoholics. …….there’s help. It’s called NJA.  Net Junkies Anonymous knows that artists procrastinate in the name of research. They get hooked. The solution is to make research a process-driven activity. It starts with the easel station. ……. As you think of your needs, put notes beside your easel. Let your work tell you what you need to study. When the time is appropriate, take your list to the machine. Be efficient and cagey. The Internet is a great slave but also a cunning master. You have to go there on your own terms…….. Carry your spiritual awakening to other Net Junkies.(that’s YOU!)
Use the greater power of art itself to restore your sanity.”

OK, this is it, truth serum time! I am not going to wait until January 1st to put this on next year’s list. I am taking back my art life now. But first let me turn on the computer and write this down!  But wait, how much should I cut back? Is just an hour a day enough time for me to waste online? OMG. I would be on medication for that.  Finally I decided for every hour spent in the studio I get an hour on the PC. I figure once I am back in the zone, I won’t care and won’t count!

The worst part of confessing all this is now I have witnesses….or an online support group?!
The best way to quit a compulsion is in total silence.That is how I quit smoking 27 years ago!

Open Studios, day 1

Sunday, October 10th, 2010
After months and months and months of meetings, paperwork, computer work, PhotoShop work, FaceBook blurbs and Mail Chimp email blasts today was the start of Open Studios.  It was a great day and already I have learned what works and what doesn’t.
I bought a canopy to share with my daughter the (vegan) baker who often goes mobile with her treats. I told her I would pay for it if she kept it. We have the room. I just don’t want more stuff. We put up the canopy a couple days ago as several of us are showing at one property and with the thought that we would set up easy-peasy Saturday morning.

This morning we arrived bright and early to hang my artwork with fishline from the interior support structure  of the canopy. Now I thought this was just a brilliant idea, as the fishline would basically be invisible and only the artwork would shine.  It was instead a nightmare. My husband could not knot the fishline with his “big thumbs” nor could he see the fishline to thread it through a screw eye on the back of work. I could see it and thread it but also drop the other end. It took us over two hours to hang about 8 pieces of work. By then I didn’t care if I ever saw another piece of fishline  in my lifetime. Tomorrow we will use string to tie the work up.
I also learned it is good to have two methods of accepting credit cards because odds are you cannot get wifi when you need it. And that a lot of people call my work STUFF. Your STUFF is really beautiful. And a small bottle of water is never enough, and I should have taken more munchies.  So tomorrow I will head out with string, more water, more munchies  and hopefully rested. How can it be so exhausting to sit in a chair all day out in the glorious countryside?
Three different people told me that someday I am going to be famous! I asked if I would be alive? Most famous artists are dead. If I am to be alive I better buy a new dress for my coming out party!

life’s little reminders…

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010



Upheaval #5
Yesterday morning I was awakened with two surprises…little life reminders that I was living an unbalanced life.  I actually knew I was and for weeks had been extra cautious in an effort to avoid getting a reminder! But alas my body outsmarted my brain and here I be.

I lost my mobility times two. I lost my car keys and my left knee (the better of two bad knees) sustained injury to which I cannot bear weight. The keys upset me more because in 45 years of driving I have never lost keys but knee problems are chronic.

So I borrowed my husband’s keys and hobbled around taking care of business. Today he offered to drive me while I used my folding cane for support. I had East Bay errands that HAD TO be done today.  While there I ferreted out a recommended gluten-free bakery in Oakland and literally loaded up on my drug of choice…pastry and chocolate!  Most went into the freezer as sweets aggravate inflammation and right now that is not what my knee needs. My heart sure needed that comfort food though!

I pondered these simultaneous reminders and why now? Did I actually injure the knee or was it stress related? I suppose a bit of both. Saturday’s walk up the neighborhood hill just did not feel right and volunteering in a dysfunctional group dynamic left me cussing.

This afternoon hubby took my car to the dealer to get a new key, and have the remote reprogrammed. $130 later we were back in business. He declined buying a new remote however as it was an additional $125.  It gave me a chuckle because had I gone in, I would have gotten it!  So he gave me his remote which makes sense because he never locks the car anyway.

Until I can stand up and walk outside again to smell roses I will be icing and resting with hopes I can fully participate this weekend in that which gave me the stress in the first place….Open Studios.

thank you for the rejection…

Friday, October 1st, 2010



Upheaval #2



Today I received an email that clearly was the result of politically correctness run amok. In no less than 620 words was I informed my work was not chosen for Quilt National ’11. This missive was so full of sensitivity training bullshit that I had to read it twice to understand just what she was trying to communicate besides keep trying, kid as your entry fees underwrite our exhibitions!

It was not the rejection of my work for this prestigious venue that bothered me but rather the over the top politically correct format of this letter.  She waxed on about rejection, what we can learn from rejection and where to read up on rejection.  Clearly the writer has attended one too many sensitivity seminars.

Upheaval #3

Everyone on the planet has experienced rejection and most presumably recovered from it. Just the mere fact of putting one’s artwork out into the real world makes us subject to rejection. Not everyone will like our work; some will downright hate it and maybe even me for calling myself an artist.
Just cut to the chase, give me the news. I am wearing my big girl panties and I can handle it. Trust me. What I learned from this letter is I reject it. I reject your rejection letter. Go back and rewrite it. Pretend you are dealing with professional artists and not children.

In reality the letter is really a gift. It frees up three pieces of new work to show elsewhere. Thank you so much for rejecting my work! Perhaps a sensitive thank you note is in order?!

Upheaval #4