Sunday, May 31, 2009

Man-n-Dogg



You know how a person is supposed to look like their pet? Well, Max has finally found his soul-mate. Just look at this. Hair? Curly. check. Knot-on-head? check... now check out the forehead and nose, the acceptable chair-position... the overall leanness, pleasant attitude and fun-ability. Match made in heaven.

Max still loves me... BUT... he has a big dog-crush on the manz. Goes to him first, falls asleep with his head on the knee, or resting on the foot, does his special 'itchy-dogg-butt-dance', comes when he calls (max has never come when I called in his entire max-life), waits patiently for pats and treats. Of course, being pampered has *nothing* to do with it... the extra bite of bacon (when a man-n-dogg share bacon, it is true love), making Bear go outside and letting Max stay in to snooze on the couch... playing fetch-the-dreidel, bringing over other favorite toys (like Rhino and the pinks)... I'm afraid that Max is smitten. Totally nose-over-tail full out adoration. The only thing that would make it better is if the Man wore pink (the Man *does not* wear pink... and is trying to persuade Max that red is just a 'manly' pink)

In the meantime, Bear and I eat all the cookies : )

Friday, May 29, 2009

"I'm not absent...



....I'm suspended" so, we put Jordan on speaker phone and he joined right in. This is him in his assigned seat...(which didn't last long)...

This is him hanging out with Frankie, Shane, Durno, Mike and Mikayla as usual..... jeeze, Jordan, STAY IN YOUR SEAT!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Govi's


Govi's come from the Yoruba ethnic group of West Africa- the group of people whose culture was assimilated into the Santeria of Cuba, Candomble' of Brazil, Vodun of Haiti and the deep South, Gullah of the Sea Islands of SC and Georgia. Traditionally, the govi is a container for the soul of a deceased person... after death, the person's soul hangs out for three years while the 'powers that be' decided where they go- heaven, hell or earth as an ancestral spirit. During these three years the spirit is both vulnerable to control by bad magic (thus zombies, etc) and tends to spy on the living in order to negotiate a better place in the afterlife. ("hey, you think *I* was bad? Do you know what Aunt Selma has been up to? Do you know she wears red drawers?")
The govi was a container- traditionally made from gourds- that was hung in a tree in order to trick the spirit (dead folks are apparently not-to-bright at first) into thinking it was it's 'head' (thus the faces painted on it). The spirit would enter the container, be bottled up for three years, then released. This prevented it from bad-magic control and spying on all your secrets!
In the American south, Govi's appeared in two forms- the clay face jugs and the use of glass bottles. Clay face jugs were originally made by slaves (the earliest signed example is from 1850, David Drake in SC) and appropriated into folk pottery traditions. There was either a misunderstanding or a wicked sense of humor, because White face-jug makers originally made face jugs to hold spirits- but spirits-as-in-booze, not spirits-as-in-dead folks. Now the big potteries make them because they are popular with collectors, the original intention is lost.
Glass bottles are turned upside down to decorate graves- there is a great old graveyard down in Beaufort SC with these. More commonly, they were turned upside down on the end of tree branches- bottle trees. This got all mixed up with the European witch-ball tradition, and bottle trees are used for both containing good spirits and distracting the bad ones. The bottle trees are becoming more popular as a yarden-decorating device... you can buy welded metal 'trees' for your bottles...
The govi's we make in class are fused traditions- of course I teach all of the above stuff, but we combine the glass-bottle tradition with the face tradition..thus the painted bottles. (For awhile we did the clay face jugs, but clay and I are not pals and every time I touch it I get incredibly sick. bleah.) Anyhoo, the bottles in the picture I made this past week for examples- I work along with the students in class. Who are they for? (Left to right) Pink = Granny Wrye (it doesn't really look like her- that isn't the point so much as capturing her ideal of pink femininity) The Green Man (for my old painted green-man car... cars have spirits too!), the blue bottle in the back is actually two people- the left side is female, the right side male (the couple from the house in Rose Hill I almost bought long ago, it was for sale because they were killed in a car crash), Black bottle with pink tear drop and red heart is Marie Leveau (famous Voodoo Queen), and the little bottle is for Kia, a former student. These are a way of remembering- the kids are making bottles about grandparents and pets, celebrities and Jesus.
Memory, dream, mystery, imagination.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

In progress

Studio in progress... when I *finally* got home yesterday, someone had been busy, busy all day...the ick carpet was up, and both layers of ugly ugly vinyl- up, hauled off and everything back...with a pile of excavated things that had fallen here and there. (Including a dead mousie, but he didn't save that...) Next step is to redo the floor, paint everything (him: color? me: white. him: trim? me: white. him: not even a little color? me: well, off-white is ok...him: am I gonna have to paint the floor white? me: NO...)

Seriously, (I love that word) seriously, the room is over-cluttered and not useful right now. I want to retain it's 'oldness' and charm, but get the artcrap organized and out of site... it is everyone's favorite room, we use it for the computer and tv and hanging out, making art and all of it. So we are trying to determine layout, what stays and what goes. The big desk (Poppy's desk) stays. Grendel's desk- his room. My leather chair stays. Recliner? needs it's foot fixed, and man needs a comfy chair. I need cabinets for storage. I don't really need a work 'surface' because I do art in chair while watching videos, or on the computer. If I'm doing a big painting it's outside on the easel.

What I want is a comfy room for everyone to work and play together.... I'm really liking together... : )

and the house needs a name. Suggestions?

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Green Manz








More man-talents are surfacing... a new surprise every day! This one is gardening, and creating ala-junk brothers. A discarded bbq thing becomes a cauldron full of flowers, a couple of old valances get repaired, ended and painted into a double window box full of cockscomb and moss roses. (that project was a surprise, completed while I was doing homework...). Cascading petunias in the shoe, color all over the garden. More plans for flower beds, landscaping... creating something beautiful out of nothing. Man after my own heart (but with a much, much greener thumb)


Acquisition of storm windows to create a sun porch that we can actually *use* comfortably- I love my porch, but it is only usable a few rare days out of the year when the misquotes haven't found it yet...then it becomes a buffet for them... we love sitting outside with coffee in the morning, talking there in the afternoon, and this way that will continue to be possible without needing blood transfusions.

































Gotta love the man!





Monday, May 25, 2009

New-2-Me!


A stove! Yay! Now I can not-cook even though I have a stove! (well, it was a good excuse...) seriously, I love it. It is exactly what I wanted but cheaper! Yay! White/black Kennmore, flat surface (take *that* mice), oven, even a digital clock. Works like a charm.... Man worked his man-magic and talked to Lonnie Saturday, who happened to not only just have acquired this stove, but had it on his truck- they brought it home yesterday after work. Bliss. and a substantial savings!
Today- and I almost posted another photo for this, but I'll save that for tomorrow- is the great and terrible removal of the narsty brown carpet in the studio that I have been wanting rid of forever, and ever and ever. It reeks of dogg (which I blame mostly on Ruffian...and Jezebelle) I've cleaned it a billion times, without success. sigh. And I want to rearrange the studio, create built-in type cabinets etc... this is the first scary step to that. Everything out, carpet gone, then the great and terrible repositioning of furniture. Bookcase into guest room, where it is supposed to go.... I want to use my proper desk (Poppy's desk) for the computer- Grendel's black desk can go...Where? dunno. Charles is going to run the computer line into the boy's room, so it could go in there, get rid of the white desk.... I vaguely worry that 'oh, he won't want to be isolated from us when playing his games' but truth be told, he is probably going to do back-flips for some alone time after being forced to be room-mate friendly for months....
Seriously, (that word again!) the studio has become cluttered with stuff and I want to open it out some. It's everyone's favorite room, and it needs to be comfortable and workable at the same time- I want to make the guest room into a guest room/magic room for all my books and bottles of stuff. I want the studio to be able to be organized, neat, yet have my art stuff accessible. Comfortable for watching videos or computer-tv, but still my work area for school, making art. I want to keep the shabby-chic cottage look (and is there a real danger of losing that?....uh, no, not when everything I have comes from yard sales).

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Quilt




I have always loved quilts- yet another thing to blame on 'Little house on the Prairie', the Foxfire books and the whole white-geese-with-blue-ribbons era of decorating. But I love them with all my aesthetic heart~


I have lots (comparatively) of quilts- the beautiful ones from Mothers house that never see the light of day because they have white backgrounds and I have doggs, a couple of wedding ring quilts, lots of crazy quilts made out of crazy colors of polyester fabrics (not very attractive, but incredibly warm. Nothing quite like polyester to hold in heat, stand up to doggs and constant washing)... some beautiful depression-era quilts salvaged from that house in Boone, lots of squares and faces that are not sewn together but are old and lovely. Last night the only quilt I won (for all of 5 dollars) is NOT the one in the picture... (almost did, but I set a 10 dollar limit on myself) but the one I won was handmade, with a feed-sack backing. The front is long rectangular strips in blue/off white check and a reddish print. This was not a quilt for show. This is a quilt that is practical, sensible, heavy and durable- vaguely patriotic, definitely worth the 5 bucks. It will either land in boys room, the guest room, or on the couch.


Seriously, I think the real reason I love quilts is that they are made of bits of the past, and even if it is not my past, I can pretend, right? "Oh, this bright-pink and aqua textured polyester part came from Auntie Hildy's shorts she wore on her big Florida vacation. Remember? I can see her as plain as day- the big white plastic sunglasses, the sleeveless yellow check shirt with buttons and the toucan design, the shorts - thank God they reached her knees!- her little white footy socks with the pompoms on the back, the bright pink keds and white patent leather handbag that shown in the sun. Uncle Early wore his Budweiser hat, and that piece- see that orange and red print there? That was his attempt at 'tropical' attire! You would of thought he was going on safari! Funny thing is, that hat- you know, it was the can fronts connected with crochet- had these little holes between the stitches. You shoulda seen his sunburn! Lord, he looked like he walked all over Disney with a colander on his head!"