Here is a better image of my latest finished painting. I’m calling it Wishful Thinking. It’s 12 x 16 inches, oil on canvas.

I’m not going to work on this anymore. It’s done and I’m done with it!

Once again, I feel like my colors kinda…died, but I’ll try to prevent that from happening again…and again and again.

The next show at MOCA VA is almost up. The opening is this coming Thursday night. The work of Robert Sites, a professor at NSU, and former VCU student Jared Clark fills the space beautifully.

I’ve been working on getting the future I Like Soup show going, an ancillary exhibition to coincide with MOCA VA’s future Warhol exhibit, packing boxes and mailing packages, for MOCA VA, keeping up with homework, working at the art supply store and painting for school and other projects. I really wish sleep wasn’t so necessary.

Jason is giving a talk at ODU to the AIGA student group this Friday. If you are in the area please attend. It’s open to the public.

I’ve also been struggling with how to complete a memorial article I’ve been writing about my former teacher. I talked about it in a previous entry.

Otherwise things have been good. The step-babies are doing well. Ian is making his movies. Belle is continuing guitar.

Below is Ian’s stop motion animation, music provided by our friend Chuck Abadam

This is just a snapshot of one of the many things I’m working on.

I love this one, but beware. The sound quality isn’t too great.
The Horn – Fear on Four

His Last Card – Fear on Four

The Snowman Killing – Fear on Four

Sometimes I miss eating turkey…sometimes I don’t.
Gobble Gobble – Fear on Four

This series is an older one. The sound quality is very…hollow.
The Werewolf – Weird Circle

I hope you enjoy them. I of course don’t own any of this. They are free to download or play in a new window. You can also find more at the Internet Audio Archive.

Another in progress shot…

And here is a lil’ still life I did of rabbits feet.

Today I started my internship at the Museum of Contemporary Art of Virginia. I’ve been there one day and learned all sorts of handy things. If nothing else I’ll be able to do home repair on my own after this semester. I’ve never been happier to do physical labor!

I’ve updated my fine arts section with some of the work I’ve produced during the school year. There’s more, just not complete yet. I hope to finish them soon, and I hope they turn out better than what I’ve uploaded. I like the technique’s I’ve explored, I just hope to push myself techniquely further and faster.

I wish I could put off next semester just a little bit longer! I’m happy to be in school but I could use a longer break. I recently attended a prep class at the Museum of Contemporary Art of Virginia about conservation and art handling. It was very…illuminating, haha. I apparently always pack my art wrong. Basically everything I’ve done is wrong. I guess I already knew the truth. I’m glad they gave us packets to take home on how to ship work properly. This class was also to prepare me to help install art shows for the museum. Exciting!

I’ll be uploading some more old time radio horror plays soon as well. If you like them, let me know! I’m going to try to put some Christmas themed ones together, or the very least winter. And I’ll post some photos of our tree(sarcastic pentagram topper and all).

Happy Horror Days!

This means having an insatiable need to rearrange my home and make another attempt at putting together a livable and workable studio space.

Strangely, it also means making playlists of down-tempo and OTR horror and reading comic books(specifically right now Fables Volume 14 and 15).

I need a constant rotation of Portishead, the Twin Peaks Sound track and so on…Spotify has been useful in finding new music in the same vein. Music has usually been a private thing for me. I was never immersed in it the way my friends were as teenagers. Then I discovered down tempo/trip hop/whatever it’s called. It felt right. It’s more like a sound track rather than individual songs.

On my playlist now…

Willow’s Song – The Wicker Man Soundtrack
Small Town Witch – Sneaker Pimps
Pretty When You Cry – Vast (can’t get into any of their other songs)
Galaxies – Laura Veirs
Flame – Crustation
Down By the Water – PJ Harvey
Overcome – Tricky
Stars – Hum
Capsized – Samiam
Ten Cents a Dance – Ruth Etting
Horse and I – Bat For Lashes
Celestica – Crystal Castles
Half Day Closing – Portishead
Audrey’s Dance – Angelo Badalementi

Then…that Vast video makes me think of a fantastic radio play version of The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter produced by the BBC…which then leads me to another witch themed radio play, The Hairy Hand of Dartmoor produced by the radio horror show Fear on Four. I always thought the girl who played Little Red Riding Hood in the first play sounded like the witch in the second play.

The Hairy Hands is an urban legend out of Dartmoor, England. The story goes that on a stretch of road motorists and bicyclists have had their steering ripped from them by disembodied demonic hairy hands and caused them to have accidents. You can read a bit about it on Wikipedia here.

I’m trying to get my work from this past semester photographed and started on new ones, including a piece for a group show next spring curated by the founder of Creepmachine.com The group show is called Marvelous Humans. You can read about it at the blog the curator created for it. The show will be about ‘human oddities’ of the past and present and how they made the most out of what life dealt them. I’ve chosen Millie La Marr the Mind Reader, a Victorian Era Albino woman that traveled with the circus performing mentalist tricks, pretending to be a psychic. You can see photos of her here.

I wish I could find more out about her as person rather than just a side show oddity. I chose her because of her ‘act’. As any reader here can probably tell from my work I am fascinated by spiritualism and so called psychic phenomena.

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I was super stoked to see that the show Jason and I was in, Multiversal Miami, was profiled on Artattacksonline.com here.

It’s not that I want to create things that are not a response to the long history of art and human experience but I still wince at the idea that I could be seen as aping other artists or too easily influenced.

In fact I am embarrassed to admit that for a fleeting moment I felt very special and original with my ouija board based paintings. Truly, anytime you feel original it just means you are less informed than you think you are. Not being original though doesn’t mean that you are mimicking someone else, it just means your brain isn’t a magical portal to unmined imagery and ideas. You haven’t thought of the unthinkable.

After reading a post on Wurzeltod by the unfailingly honest Suzanne(and why I cherish her presence on the internets) about a current trend in contemporary art I realized my work could easily fit into the fault she finds in it.

I guess that’s okay but it left me confused. Why is this imagery so popular right now? I have some theories, and the only ones I can come up with are why I’m attracted to them. Perhaps we all got into our parents dusty attic boxes and found their seventies magazines and hippy mystical books balanced with others spreading fear of satanism and the new orders attempts at creating new witchy peons through saturday morning kids programing.

Maybe.

Though my parents never seemed afraid of me being corrupted or led away from a god they had chosen. In fact they raised me with no religion, more out of not having time for the effort than any lack of belief. Our house used to be owned by a Jewish family. There was a hebrew letter built into the backyard stone grill and a jewish good luck symbol screwed into the door frame of the front door. I remember feeling upset when I wasn’t allowed to remove it and take it with me when I moved out.

Outside of my home was a big scary Catholic world. Those were the kids who told me spooky stories about the smurfs and taught me to play bloody mary games in the bathroom. Those were the kids who grew alarmed when I pulled out a ouija board. I adopted their superstitions for play. I found books in my elementary school library about poltergeists. In middle school every girl had a ghost that haunted them. I think some of them believed in it. I didn’t want their faith but I loved their superstitions. Being fun scared made me feel full of adventure. I was truly scared of many real things. It was better to be pretend scared of things I was sure didn’t exist.

My family didn’t really have neo-pagan books in the attic, but they did have Dianetics and guides on how to hypnotize all on a shelf in the basement. My father also collected books about local ghost lore and treasure hunting in abandoned towns. He sat up with me and watched Histories Mysteries narrated by Leonard Nimoy. I snuck back even later and watched Unsolved Mysteries by myself in the dark.

I’m not sure why other artists paint the things they do, but I do know mine are more about my lack of belief in the supernatural and my wish that I could find control and comfort in ritual and superstition.