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Since you showed your face


Work is being done, the good work, but I am still without a studio space, either external from the home, or functional internal to the home. The situation still weighs on me, almost daily. I need to presoak shirts, man. But apparently not badly enough to figure out how to make it happen at home. At least at the same time as everything else. Partially this is a physical issue, in terms of the quantity of stuff per cubic feet of available space, and the type and amount of work that can be performed as a result of that ratio.

One would assume blogging is immune to this physical issue, but alas!, all tasks tie together like your earbud cord that you just shoved in your bag this morning and now that you want to drown out the other commuters on the train, please make them stop, but it is in a hopeless tangle! And by you I mean me.

Out with the old, in with the old

where'd all my stuff go??

I’ve recently moved out of my studio space, and returned all the glorious supplies and whatnots into my own living space. The process hasn’t been a comfortable one, and as you can see from the pictures, has resulted in a bit of a mess. An unorganized, you’re-not-going-to-get-anything-else-done, anytime-soon or-ever, mess.

The process of moving is done. Long done, now, by a few weeks. The reorganizationizing to follow will be taking up many long time. And apparently has damanged the language center of my brains. Seriously, where did all this crap come from?

So. But. There is still hope. This weekend, maybe, I might get back into it. Melt some wax, apply it to a garment. I have new ideas that are tired of waiting. Perhaps even a new panty idea. Who has time to organize? I wanna make stuff…Now, where are the bits I need in all of this…

oh, there it is...crap

A new direction, will it work?

arm for batik idea...

I plan on having the next Tiny Run design be one of my own, and this image is the beginnings of a workup of what I’m aiming for. I rather like that I really have no idea if it’s going to work, or how many more things will change as I progress forward. At least two things have changed as of today. The process is fascinating.

I also added a new gallery page at the front of the site, soon to be joined by a few more gallery pages. I realized that I really need one visual reservoir of all the things I’ve done. I had hoped that the flickr site would be something along these lines, and over time, perhaps this will be the case. But I have quite a few items from years past that need to be seen as well.

It seems strange to me that many, close to all, really, of the things I have made have gone out into the world. Who knows how they have help up, if they now have pit stains, how the purchaser feels now a year or more later. Unlike threadless or many web comic authors that I read, I don’t get any photos back from people with my shirts on. Not really. Casey and her sis showed up wearing theirs last year and that was awesome…other close friends still wear shirts from the set I gave out at Christmas years ago. I appreciate the love, but sometimes I cringe when I see them. “So amateur,” I think to myself. So perhaps no pictures is better? Or would it only motivate me to do even better?

By the end of the week, a trial version of the batik of this one should be done. The final version might have a screen print over it, something I’ve been longing to mix with batik for a long time. It won’t be the medical text in this image though, something else. The tentative title of it:

“sometimes everything seems like a band-aid on cancer.”

What I’m cooking

I’ve been laboring over and cooking up a new idea over at a new site, Tiny Run.

It’s actually a hearty blend of a few of my own ideas and inspiration from others.  It has been simmering for a while, so the flavor should be excellent.

Please go and take a look around, participate in purchases or the animated gif contest, and let me know what you think.

Thanks to all…

Turn around and you will see yourself

my belly says what i am in case i forget

We just passed through the annual muse-about-life time of year, and I was as useless as usual in the face of it. Another show went by as well just before that, quietly, while snow raged about and blew blew blew. But that was some time passed now, and all the gifts have been doled out (including the frog above), and all hangovers have been remedied (and perhaps by now repeated).

I wonder if we could somehow capture that end of year feeling everyday, keep it pure, but repeated, so that every morning you think, “from now on I will go to the gym/be a better person/make more frogs/enjoy lollipops/do my morning pages/call/love/breathe.”

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