I have had a couple of photo sessions related to the Body Politics project. Yesterday I had the lovely Christiana come by the studio and we had a very wonderful session. Here is just one little sample of what I am working with from that session:
Please stop by the Body Politics site to keep up with the latest going on with that project.
In other news - I have got some new ideas for my part in Corner Studio Artworks. I am going to be offering some exclusive designs through their site - mainly in the form of greeting cards for all sorts of occaisons. Should be fun, watch for ‘em!
Don’t forget, if you collect my ACEO cards or like my collages, you can find lots of that at New Moon Bodywork - they have retail hours on Saturdays only. Help an artist out and stop by and pick up some of my work!
Artist Tammy Vitale and I have started up a project we plan on doing all year long and taking on the road.
Here is an entry from today for that blog - Body Politics.
My lover sent me a link to a dollmaker’s website. Her name is Marina Bychkova.
I didn’t expect it to be as incredible as it turned out to be.
Tammy and I discussed lotus shoes and foot binding recently at the New Moon Open House. We spoke of the somewhat opressive nature of high-heel shoes, the pressure to “be sexy” and the power given to us and taken away from us by others.
The doll artist actually has a doll named Lotus which has deformed feet.
Her dolls are exquisite art.
There is an online interview of her at Pixelsurgeon.
I have a lotus shoe that I picked up at a flea market about six years ago. The people selling it thought it was a baby bootie of some sort and since they “only had one” they were willing to let go of it for $2. I’ve had it in a little shadowbox all this time. When Tammy and I talked about starting the Body Politics project I knew I wanted to do something with the shoe, so I intend on making it the focal point of a work. Below is a photo of the lotus shoe.
Well, I had this window open because I was gonna write about my exciting new art project. I am still going to write about it, but later, my mood has shifted due to general conflicts of energy in the past ten seconds - so the mood is gone.
I am going to start blogging again at my old “Goddess Chronicles” blog. The URL isn’t what it used to be so if you are having trouble finding it, it will now be at http://www.heatherbartlettart.com/goddesschronicles - I have really missed my musings there. I will reserve this blog for more art-related stuff.
Toni Collette, I am thinking about you - saw some clips and, oh yes, part of Muriel’s Wedding…again, of course. And some snippets of you singing - lovely by the way.
It’s cold outside tonight.
I wonder how many people are cold out there. You know how hard it is to even flex your fingers when you are so cold.
What can I do? Only what I can, I guess.
My mother nearly died when she was six. Lived in a garage turned into an apartment. Floor froze over when there was a leak. She had asthma.
I have to remind my mother to tell me the story about the time her father gave her the ring they couldn’t afford and pretended to “marry her” because he thought she wouldn’t live to be old enough to get married. I should write that one down.
The hard sound of rat traps snapping shut late at night is unnerving, so I’ve been told.
Not all is cold and dark, like these short days of winter…no…some things are still beautiful.
You putting the new strings on your guitar and practicing out of the Beatles book I gave you for Solstice - some notes off, some sweetly on the mark - all of it beautiful to me.
You, yes you, peeking in at me in the shower - a devilish little grin on your face. I love those dimples. You and those dimples…deadly.
Oh, and I can’t wait to snuggle in my new blanket every night. Honestly, it’s the best blanket ever, thank you for that. I’m afraid to tell anybody about it because I plan on buying more as soon as they go on sale and I don’t want there to be a run on them because I went blabbing my mouth. I’ve already said too much.
I miss you Zeus. You never smelled bad, dug in the trash or dug holes in the yard and you always protected me. You were awesome.
Jackie’s birthday is today. Happy birthday Jax. Hope your party was fun. I have a couple of gifts for you, whenever I see you next.
Oh yeah, there are cards hanging in the hallway - holiday cards sent to us. I like hanging them up in a crazy little collage. They’ll be laying in the bottom of a large plastic orange box in a few days, where they will remain with the lights and ornaments for about a year. I can never bear to throw them away into the recycling the same year I got them.
I miss my grandmothers.
I wonder how many great things I missed out on as a younger woman because I was so busy thinking about my weight. What a damned waste of time. Honestly - now I can focus on art, writing, interesting independent films - topics with layers, people with layers - and not constantly worry, “Do they think my butt is too big? Is my stomach gross?” I love that scene in Muriel’s Wedding where Muriel comes out of her shell and lip-syncs to Waterloo. She is just glowing and bubbly and so full of life and energy.
I love the way you look in the morning - your hair pasted to your face in blues and pinks - your face looking like it did when you were three - soft and warm, relaxed, dreaming. It’s easy to forget those moments when you huff and roll your eyes. I try to hold on to the good moments - like watching you singing with friends and goofing off…or walking in to see you sleeping.
I wonder what Rachel is doing right now. She’s always up late and up early. Hope things are well with Gavin. Snuggly and cozy and full of hope.
You know who go get that tattoo.
I’m close to done with my organization. I wonder if I will manage to finish organizing before everything starts piling up again.
I’m going to kiss you in a moment. I hear you clinking around in the kitchen. Don’t you know how sexy it is when a man loads a dishwasher? Um, maybe you do.
I was cursing Pohanka and their timing, probably a sales pitch.
I was shopping in Trader Joes with Will, unlike any TJ’s I’ve been in. It was in a large old historic building with warm wood floors and soft lighting and furniture. Will and I had our arms full of bags ready to leave. He had to go down a flight of beautiful wide wood stairs and come back up for the bags we couldn’t handle. I looked down the stairs and they were covered with crystal and glass bowls, glasses and trinkets, it was like navigating a strange and beautiful obstacle course.
A woman who worked at the store, who I recognized as your girlfriend (though I don’t know who she was really, in a dream world anybody can be anybody, right?) and I said hi to her, but she didn’t know who I was, but said hi anyway. She said she wanted to introduce me to a couple of people and as I rounded the corner of high stacks of wine bottles and champagne I saw you and another person, who I didn’t recognize. I dropped my bags as though I hadn’t seen you in years (even though I just saw you a few months ago) and went over to hug you as Will stood and waited. I put my arms around you and whispered into your ear “I miss seeing your face.” You surprised me by grabbing me by the shoulders, and looking into my eyes then putting your mouth to my mouth, hard - and we kissed like that for what seemed like a long time. I melted into the kiss. In the way you can sometimes be in your body and also outside of it at the same time, in a dream, I saw Will smile and shrug and start taking groceries to the car. The girl and the other guy were gone, but groceries lay all over the warm wood floor.
I kissed you back and held onto you tightly. You began to kiss my neck. Then my shoulders. Then you put your mouth to my ear and whispered in passionate panting breaths a poem, though I don’t know what it was, it was very sexy and making me crazy. We clung to each other, writhing and grasping and gasping and you lay on top of me, kissing, pressing and I could feel your hardness against my thighs.
Will came up to get groceries again and we slowed and I said, “I really have to help with the groceries.”
You helped me to my feet and our eyes locked for a moment and I grabbed a couple of bags and you were gone, like vapor.
I navigated the glass on the stairs and got to the car, which I proceeded to seduce Will - who didn’t seem to care why I was ramped up, he was glad to allow me to take it out on him, and just as things began to warm up….the phone rang.
Bah.
Either way, it was good to see you. Sometimes I miss your face.
Posted on December 26th, 2007 in Thoughts by Heather
Did you ever know somebody who seems to have no idea how wonderful they are?
This world we grow up in, it’s a strange place isn’t it?
Some people don’t understand that their light is what helps make the world a little less dark and desperate.
How can they not know this? How can you shine so bright and brilliant and not know it?
I think sometimes we don’t believe in our own superpowers. Superman could fly all along, he just didn’t know it. When he understood his power, well, he was virtually unstoppable.
I wish those beautiful lights out there knew how much they do to make the world a brighter and better place and how they shine that light down a path for us.
You really don’t know how amazing you are, do you?
I’m pretty tired. Jade’s been sick all weekend. She’s having problems in Algebra I - mostly organizational problems.
I wrote a story for the online news site I write for about a chorus teacher who has been suspended for alleged inappropriate comments and stuff on his computer. Sometimes I love writing for a local news source - I like being able to sing the praises of small business owners and helpful organizations. Sometimes people like to read that stuff. If you write it in as interesting a way as possible. I don’t like it when I have to write something like the thing about the chorus teacher though. I mean, I know I’m just the messenger, but let’s just say the “bad news” isn’t something I relish writing about. I wish I only had good news to write and that it was the stuff people liked reading the most.
I prefer to give kudos to a commissioner for helping out their constituants with a problem. I prefer writing about an award winning teacher. I wish it was that simple.
I think writing news - particularly bad news - right alongside the holidays is probably worse than doing it at any other time of year.
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