Friday, November 25, 2011

the way things are

perception is everything.  i've been struggling ever since ted left me... he walked out the door and seems like we didn't see him again for a month.  it was so hard on the crumbcakes to have a regular full time super dad... to having nothing.  they were bitter and sad and depressed and they just couldn't understand why he left.  he eventually told them he left because mommy didn't love him anymore.  this of course was true but only partially.  he failed to tell them why i didn't love him anymore... but even though i no longer loved him--i didn't want him to leave.  i thought we would eventually work it out. 

Now that it has been over a year since he left and he sees the crumbcakes on Saturday nights and Sunday and I have full custody... I opened a gallery called the eve-N-odd gallery.  I have struggled all year to get this TINY gallery on the map.  Tried to make tons of art to sell... sold a lot of paintings and rag dolls, but not enough to earn a living. 

Last week my van was repossessed.  My house is in foreclosure.  It really looks like everything is falling apart and I seem to be unable to save it.  Although after a year of living on almost nothing... I have learned to let things go.  The house and contents must be liquidated.  To me it seems like this huge task... I think about the two bins of collage materials in my studio/dining room that will probably end up in a dumpster and it breaks my heart.  I think about my crumbcake's things... their baby toys that I saved... all the remnants that once defined us as a family.  

I struggle all the time.  I feel so depressed most of the time. I feel alone and unwanted all of the time.  I will be losing the gallery when my lease is up.  I really don't see how i can continue to work 60 hours a week at a job that I am not getting paid for.  When I look at myself--I see a failure. 

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

eve-N-odd gallery

Hi everyone! I have been neglecting this blog... as I am now blogging  HERE. I've opened a small gallery in the Crislip arcade in St. Petersburg, FL.  I am very excited about this new venture! Opening night was last Saturday and it was very successful!  I really couldn't be happier and I feel like I am fulfilling my dreams, as well as, helping sell work from other local, national and international artists.  I  have a wonderful variety of whimsical, outsider, folk, etsy, handmade, mail art and fluxus ART! I hope you stop by and see me: 645 Central Avenue #11, St. Petersburg, FL 33701

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Selling my art on ebay!

I am trying something new... Selling my art on ebay.  This week I will have three hand painted purses for sale! 

I have also recently listed many hand painted card cut-outs in my etsy store... link to the right and HERE!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

In Memory of...

Masoud Hashemazadeh, Amir Javadifar, Neda Agha-Solton, Sajah Ghaed Rahmati--Angels of freedom.

Last month Iran banned Valentine's Day.  I don't celebrate the day myself... but I thought it ludicrous that a government can take away a day and a choice.  This is a 30X40 inch acrylic painting on canvas.  Feel free to use the image if you like it.  Thank you.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Back to sending out mail art

I took a reprieve of mail art for about 9 months.  I am back now. 

Sketchbook Project: Arthouse Coop, Brooklyn NYC

This will be my third time participating in a sketchbook project with the Arthouse Co-op based in Brooklyn, NY.  Last year I went to the opening.  I got to check out sketchbooks from the Arthouse library.  And thus I signed up to do it all over again.  My theme this time was: Figuring You Out.  I made it about me... figuring me out.  The sketchbook is a collection of photographs taken by me mostly and enhanced or collaged in some way.  Since my husband left me 9 months ago... I have been trying to figure me out.  I am a mom.  I am an artist.  My biggest fear is being alone for the rest of my life.  Seems like dating and meeting men are something of an anomaly for me.  I feel ill equipped.  Yet, here i am.  I think I'll stick to art.