Thursday
Apr152010

My brand new art toy

Some one slap the credit card out of my hand. Now. 

I just bought myself a Canon EOS 7d for photographing my art. It is beautiful. I love it. I ordered it Tuesday and it arrived today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rational behind making this purchase is that I need to be an independent person who doesn't have to scramble and rely on other people's availability in order to take print worthy pictures of my artwork. There are too many pieces out there that I just do not have a solid digital image of. The 7d is the plan to correct that. 

Another rational, and I take this from one of my favorite ladies at work, Kathy, is "I neeeeeeeed it" (something her daughter says to her and I think is a very solid and impenetrable arguement for making unnecessary purchases). It was NECESSARY!

Anyway, this camera is BEAUTIFUL. I have only had it for about 5 hours now and I can tell you I don't regret a single penny I spent on it. I've already taken a ton of photos too. You can check those out here: PHOTOS! 

One thing I did not expect though, is this camera is heavy. I'm going to need to develop some major arm muscles just to hold the dang thing. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The official weekend plan now is to gather all my artwork I have currently and photograph the heck out of them. 

I will at this time, also throw a shout out at Pat Perrotto for help with this camera too. Originally Paul recommended the camera to me back in October. I actually bought it, before it was released (so I guess I should say pre-ordered it), then I met Pat who essentially talked me out of buying the camera saying it wasn't what I should get, only for him to turn around and buy it a couple months later. After Pat came around he helped me with all the specs (cause I am clueless) and also recommended me the lens I bought (24-70MM F/2.8L EF if anyone was curious or if that means anything to anyone) which he also has. Ergo, I feel mad professional having this camera because so does Pat and he's pretty cool. His kit has even been written up by someone out on the internets here

That being said, I've wasted too much photo taking time here as it is. Look at me talking when there's photos to be done...

Saturday
Apr102010

Julie's Path to Enlightenment: Day 1 & 2

This past Thursday I was out at Sonny's Bar & Grill in Belmar to celebrate the wonderful Matthew Siciliano's (of Gaming Chronicles fame) birthday. It was the day after my meltdown about having no inspiration for painting (see previous post) and I was on the prowl for something to insight passion in my soul. How was I to do this? 

In a previous conversation, Pat and I had talked about how I needed to find a different hobby. He offered to take me fishing with him on that beach at like 6 in the morning. This didn't much interest me at first, but as I was tormented by my current slump all day Thursday, I showed up at Sonny's considering asking Pat to take me. How would I know if I liked it if I never tried? So I asked Pat and he said he would. I just needed to get my license. 

As I was consuming my drink of choice (Stoli O and cranberry), I thought that maybe I should try lots of new hobbies to see what I can glean inspiration from. Megan, Pat and I bounced ideas around. I mentioned bike riding but my bike kept breaking. Pat suggested I take up "bike repair", then I could buy a cheap beach cruiser and fix it up myself (and I so desperately want a beach cruiser cause I would just look so darn cute riding it in one of my many dresses). I also spoke to Bill who was just full of wonderful hobbies, specifically my favorite being the burying of  - and documenting of the burying of - random objects in my yard. Thus deciding this, the trying out of different hobbies began yesterday.

First course of action, I got my fishing license. Yup, I am licensed by the NJ Division of Fish & Wildlife to fish effective 04/09/2010 through 12/31/2010. I also have a 2010 Striped Bass Bonus Permit. Holla!

Friday night, everyone seemed to be ill or unavailable so to further my trying new hobbies, I decided to partake in my brother's hobby: drinking forties and watching Cops and 1000 Ways to Die (hilarious show btw). This was a pretty solid evening. I just mellowed out, and saw the truth in everything. I was starting strong on this path to enlightenment.

I woke up this morning feeling cheerful and ready to take on the day. What would I do? What way would I expand my mind? One word: DIRT.

This all started at about 9AM. Good thing I didn't want to sleep in because bright and early a huge truck pulled down my driveway and dumped a heaping pile of top soil to be spread out in our backyard. 

About 4 or 5 years ago I started on a campaign to get a pool. I pestered my dad about it constantly and to my utter shock, he eventually gave in and bought us one. When the pool people put it in, they put it in about 2 feet too high on the lawn, causing us to have the weirdest, most uneven backyard. And today, my dad was going to spend the whole day outside trying to fix their error. I decided to help.

Normally my dad's hobbies of slaving in the yard are pretty awful, yet today it proved very entertaining. It helped that Ellis and I were working together. We were shoveling dirt into a wheelbarrow and then carting it wherever dad - or "the slave driver" as Ellis called him - told us too.

My favorite line of the day was when Ellis and I asked how much longer we had to work (although I'm sure I could have walked away at any point since I totally just walked out and asked to if I could help). Ellis asked, and my dad's reply was "Let's go look at this dirt".

Bemused, Ellis and I followed our dad out front, then stood and started at the pile of dirt. This yielded no results. My dad just walked away. We were getting loopy too at this point because Ellis got some whey protein and started throwing it on the dirt pile and me. I then climbed the dirt pile and started dancing while Ellis sprinkled whey protein around me. Dad walked back and was not amused. Back to shoveling we went.

While I was out working the land, I did gain some inspiration. After I posted my first blog about my painter's block, I got a message from a girl named Steph who went to my high school and played soccer with me. After reading my last post, she had an idea about adding Horton from Dr. Seuss to my paintings Thing 1 and Thing 2, whose names were inspired from Dr. Seuss. I had no desire to touch those two paintings again because of the contempt I currently feel for them, but I loved the idea of doing something from Dr. Seuss. As I was outside it hit me which one... THE LORAX! 

I have always loved the story of The Lorax, just as I have always cared about doing my part for the environment. What could be more perfect? Janna and I have many times talked about doing something with plastic bottles, trying to make them into art because we hate that they are so prevalent in society and are so bad for the environment! This just clicked. Outside, enjoying the beautiful day, getting inspired (and my dad paid me).  

I also made Ellis a tuna fish sandwich.

Wednesday
Apr072010

(I Can't Get No) Inspiration

I need some serious help. I have hit that creative block that I hit after I painted that mural back in the day. I completed 3 paintings I am in love with - Mother, 50 Years of Love, and Candied Island. Now I am just crapping out paintings.

These two I have entitled "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" (a little Dr. Seuss homage there).

I painted these over other canvases I was prepared to throw away. I spent about 15 minutes on each of these. First the background, then the swirls later. I do like them, but this took ZERO thought or inspiration. I just did them because I was bored and didn't want to waste the canvases. They annoy me that I like them. I hate looking at them! Good thing I can mail them to you Christian. I want them gone! Away from me! 

Literally, as I said, crapped out.

 

I'm kind of okay with this one. Except this canvas was supposed to be for Matt's painting of pokemon. Fudge.

It's entitled "Hopeful, Hopeless", like how I feel about painting right now.

Then there is this one:

Ewwww. I don't even know what to say about this. What was I thinking? This canvas may end up in the garbage.

And last, but not least...

This one caused me to get gold paint in my papercut. That felt awful btdubs.

Conclusion: I don't know about any of these! Would anyone want to buy these? Do I even want to show them to a gallery. Why can't I paint something awesome like "Mother", or "Acquiese to Eternity" again? Or "Remorse of Introspection". I look at those and I wonder if I will ever create another painting as solid as "What is Love?" or "The Wave". 

Why am I spazzing out!!!! I think I'm having anxiety at selling my paintings. What do I show people at galleries? What is happening to my portfolio.

I think I need to not paint for like a good 2 weeks. Just stop. Throw my hands in the air and walk away. The problem is then... what do I do with my time?

God help me. Whatever! Gus just walked in and we are going drinking.


Saturday
Apr032010

I Should Have Stayed In Bed Today

I am having the spazziest day and I have only been awake for about 3 hours now.

I just got back from canvas shopping and let me tell you, this was a mental ordeal for me, and I can trace this all back to last night about 12 o'clock. 

My back has been bothering me a bit this week. For those of you out there who don't know about my back, well, in a nutshell, it's awful. It all stems from a hereditary degenerative malformation of my spinal vertebrae called spondylosis. It developed into further problems, specifically with my sacroiliac joint (or SI joint). That stupid joint just wouldn't stay in place. It popped out a lot, leading to intense pain that I can only describe as the feeling of being stabbed with a serrated knife in my bone. There was also some sciatic nerve pain that would radiate down the side of both my legs. 

This past December I had a procedure done called radiofrequency nerve ablation. This basically meant they put me under an x-ray, found the nerves that cause me pain, stuck a needle into them re-creating that pain and sending a radiofrequency current to the tissue causing the tissue to heat. The nerve is then temporarily deactivated, as well as the pain signal. Since then the pain has been WAY less painful, which is awesome. This means that I barely need to take pain medication anymore, which is AWESOME. I don't like them at all. It also means that when I am in pain and take the medication, I no longer have any tolerance and it hits me like a ton of bricks.

Digression complete, back to last night at 12 o'clock: I took a flexeril to help ease the pain and get to sleep. These things used to not phase me at all. Instead I took it, fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up 11 and half hours later having barely moved all night. I sleep like the dead and I still felt groggy. I could still feel a little weird but had some errands to run. I wanted to go canvas shopping.

Cut to me driving to A.C. Moore and Michaels (I had lots of coupons). A.C. Moore went just fine. It wasn't till Michaels when the spazziness hit. I knocked over a bunch of canvases on top of myself. Then I bought my canvas only to realize I lost my car keys. I searched all over the store then decided to go check the car thinking I may have left them on the seat and locked them in.

To my delight, the car was not locked. To my horror, I left the keys in the unlocked car in the ignition. 

Trying to look on the bright side, at least I didn't have to wait for anyone to come unlock my car. I opened it up, and then went to put the canvas in my car. It wouldn't fit. I forgot to think anything through. The canvas was 4 foot by 4 foot and no matter how I turned it or maneuvered it, it would not fit. People were watching me struggle in the parking lot as I tried way too long on such a futile thing. Eventually I gave up, went in to return the canvas, bought some others, knocked more things over, and returned home here.

I still feel a little wonky from that stupid pill. And I want to go ride my bike to the gym. Then I'm going to come home and try paint. These are all things I should probably not do whilst feeling "wonky". Oh well. Throw caution to the wind I suppose.

 

Wednesday
Mar312010

I Need An Art Studio

Diagram #1It has become abundantly apparent to me that I need an art studio, or to move out.  My current room is just not cutting it. Everything that I own is crammed into the smallest room of the house I live in (Please refer to Diagram 1). I also don’t have heat; my parents love me I swear.

This teeny tiny space, where everything is shoved into, is also where I paint. I paint on my bed, since there is no other place to sit in my room any longer. This may be hard to imagine, but painting on a bed is not easy nor is it convenient. And there have been many a paint to sheet casualties.

I used to paint in the living room. That stopped due to severe annoyance. Literally every single time I would paint there my mom or dad would come down and yell and nag at me about getting paint on the carpet or couch, despite the fact that I never ever had done so. Except that one time, when I put a painting outside in the garage where no one ever goes. So naturally my mom went out there, stepped in red paint and tracked it onto the carpet. I have never feared for my life more. I dumped so much water on this one spot of the carpet by my closet and so my mom wouldn’t get wise to what I was doing I took my entire closet apart to cover the spot I was frantically cleaning. 

Now that I think about it, I am a messy painter and always end up with paint on some obscure part of my body. Ear, lip, upper thigh underneath my painting leggings, elbow, behind my knee, you name it. But it is only ever my body… or my sheets… actually I’ve gotten it on my carpet, and well… Okay, maybe they have a point. Whatever, back to the point of this post and away from the vindication of my parents and their “rules”.

With the conclusion of my March show, I have several possibilities that are all in the works. And I really want to keep on top of this “art thang”. Argo, it doesn’t make much sense to drive 30 minutes carting all my stuff up to my Grandma’s house tomorrow only to need it all the day after tomorrow (tee hee). Which begs the question, where do I store it until then?

The answer, naturally, is in my already packed room:

 

 

 

 

 

And the living room behind the couch.

This place scares me in particular because my mom has a tendency to strongly hate mess in the house and in a cleaning frenzy damaged one of my paintings that I was storing in the basement.

Thus the argument I presented in the start is supported. I need an art studio, or to move out. Alas, neither will happen anytime soon. I do not have the means to afford either. Moving out could happen should I have a roommate, but at the moment I am roommate-less. Janna! Oh why can we not be back at Rutgers in our apartment? How I miss turning my head slightly to converse with another being.

Instead, I will keep fighting the good fight, and finding more places in my room to carefully jam paintings into.

Better yet, anyone want to buy anything from me?