Thursday, September 6, 2012

You're the sun that shines,

when the darkness strikes at night.
...you take me as I am!


Not sure. I am in an odd mood right now. Not a funk but a funk. 

Megs has put in her notice. She didn't tell me in person. Maybe she did it after I left. Oh well, no time to care how Longhorn keeps going without her and Derek G. I have too much shit to do to care how that hole of a place keeps loyal guests. 

I texted you but you didn't text me back. I am just trying to breath and let it go. I have gotten too needy all of a sudden. I hope everything is okay.

New dishwasher that replaced Armando is so small, chiquito. He is 19, he looks 14. He cut his thumb tonight and wasn't going to say anything. Silly boy. I played nurse. Pobrecito.

Nicco is funny. Me gusta mi amigo, Nicco.

Anyway, going to get to crocheting. Just thought I would let you all know I feel a bit off tonight. Today was not a waste but got nothing accomplished. Tomorrow will be a bust too.

Peace, 
Bridget



Thursday, August 30, 2012

Fortunate

Alone I fight these animals, 
Alone, till I get home. 

Today seemed a bit off...

Megs made fun of a dear friend of mine right in front of me. Hurt my feelings and I think she caught on but no apology. Sometimes friends don't always have to get along. No big deal, feelings on the mend soon enough. 

7 panties for $26 at Victoria Secret. Good deal went and purchased some of those. 

In studio till about eleven, then off on a secret rendezvous. Not so secret and really not anything. Whatever, not like I am slightly attached or anything. Everyone except a select few seem to be on board with it. I just, it makes me happy right? Should I make it official? all these thoughts...all the what if's, the should have, could have been's  going through my mind a million miles a minute. 

le sigh. 

Enough is enough and more is too much. 

Want to finish this Dollie before Monday. All nighter? at some point yes. 

BFA: Bridget is a Fucking Artist, show is scheduled for Decemeber 3-7th. MARK IT DOWN!!!

So close, yet so far away. 

Love, B


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Still be my Friend.

Le sigh.

I had a WONDERFUL weekend home. Left Friday night, no bbq for me. Oh well, didn't miss much I suppose.

Dad was on board with everything and materials. LOVE THAT MAN! And Mom made such a good dinner. She is sooo damn cute. Church with mom and Rosie. I am just so blessed to have the family I do.

Kylee is such a cute pregnant mama. Got to see Scottee and Blaine at the shower. I miss Scottee and Blaine has such a cute little guy. A bit sad we didn't keep more in touch.

No regrets because at the time it is EXACTLY what I wanted.

Team epic united once again Sunday night. Love Rhona and Tim.

Worked out with Rhona after studio today. Almost kept up with her. Balls to the Wall #BEASTMODE

Hombre vs. Hombro

Felt so good to see you last night. I missed you. All smiles and some tickles.

Drinks tomorrow evening. Two for Tuesday with Megs at Omall's. Cannot wait! Miss her like the sun misses the flower!

Okay, enough. Need sleep.

Good night loves, Bridge


My head is an Animal

Well, got some materials and have started my journey into BFA semester. Full steam ahead, I think. Need to find my athletic tape to tape up my hands as I crochet my twine string.

Got a very nice text from a very dear friend. It meant quite a bit coming from him.

I miss Marvin Gould. WHERE ARE YOU MARVIN?

BFA class tomorrow. Get to decided on show times. GET EXCITED!

Add dirt to my materials list!

So much excitement for this girl to handle.

Late night studio sesh with Allison. I think her and I are going to be good late night studio mates.

James is funny. Good vibes coming from sharing a studio with him I believe.

Need a good art talk I think. Hunter, when you free?

Alright, now it is just getting silly.

See ya on the flip side,
B


Friday, August 24, 2012

A bit chilled.

Worked for Austin tonight. Didn't really want to but it was a slow night, easy money made for sure. I missed working Fry/salad with Nicco though. He makes my shift much more enjoyable. It is always fairly quiet but no need to fill a good silence with bull shit and other nonsense.

Prepped with Juan and Armando this morning. Love my Thursday morning prep boys. Juan is so funny and the only person to ever call me Lee, repeatedly. And well Armando, is just mi amor, or rather I am his.

I ran stairs with Allison and Emerald yesterday. I needed it but my legs were crying out today. I think tomorrow might be worse. I have this need to go run some tomorrow just so they stay in practice.

Let Emerald in on a little secret. I didn't mean to offend her by saying I was scared to tell her. I think I meant that when I told her I was scared of her inner momma bear coming out. Sorta scared for her voice of reason. She made me feel okay about it though. Just cautioned me that was all.

Cramps are gonna be a mother... tomorrow for sure, I can feel them coming on now.

Wish there was something in my bed other than this body pillow covered in little ballerinas. I really need to get a new pillow case for it made. Maybe I will take something home to mom on Saturday?

So much to do...

Guess what?

Final Semester! BFA BITCHES! It feels SO AMAZING to say that! BFA.....GRADUATE...wait I will be a COLLEGE GRADUATE in precisely 4.5 months! SAY WHAT?! EEEEKKKK! Can you say giddy!

I think I will say my prayers tonight. Thank God for everything that has happened in these last few short weeks. It has been a pretty neat ride.

You only live once, might as well try it all, like it or not.

It is raining. I feel so incredibly excited at this moment. I guess a little is better than none, and better late than never.

Kylee's baby shower on Saturday. Need to go get her a little something for her new addition. I miss her and Scottee too. Oh man so much to catch them up on.

Need to shoot dad an email too, saying I will be home. Maybe I will leave tomorrow night? Don't really want to go to the bbq anyway. Peeps would be disappointed, no dessert....



Alrighty, a waiting game it is. Time to hit the hay. Maybe tomorrow?


Te extraño. I miss you, I miss you, I misssss youuuu.


I get to see my mom and dad soon.

All smiles.

<3, B





Saturday, August 18, 2012

Red Hot.

Happy is my middle name.

Knock on wood and send a prayer up. I feel almost too blessed. I let things run their course and now I am where I am at for that reason alone. Things happen for a reason and it is all in the good Lords hands now.

I am going to let things run its course and just keep calm and let it go or hold on tight (depending on the situation)

So much to take in. Even with your sad story, you have over come much, and I am so proud of who you are today. However, no matter how happy I am, there is always going to be this voice deep down inside that nags at me and tries to pick apart my happiness. I have been pretty successful at pushing it away because that is when doubt begins. I don't want to doubt this beautiful thing that has so graciously presented itself to me. I want to cherish it for every moment it is worth.

But like tonight, a bit of a nagging feeling slips in.

Wish I still lived at 517 Vattier Street. I miss those days.

Got a sculpture wife shout out from Vicky tonight. I miss her, smoke breaks, molds, ect...just miss it all.

Megs, got me the Lady of Guadalupe to hang in my room. Hecho en Mexico. Su hermosa.

School starts Monday. Not ready but here it comes.

Need to deal with bank stuff tomorrow before work.

Sleeping in is required I think.

Te quiero con todo mi corazon,

B

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Like chicken and burritos

This blog title is dedicated to one Miss. Rhona D.

Monday I went and unpacked studio. Felt good. Nice vibes in the space. Will be better once it is filled with people.

Getting excited. Need to pay tuition.

I feel a to do list coming on.

BFA SEMESTER. Time to GET YOUR SHIT DONE!

Bring it.


Love, B

Thursday, August 9, 2012

18.26

I have this need to carry things further then I probably should.

Oh well it feels good to do what I want for once.

Work was okay tonight. Not too busy.

Armando was there tonight. Mi mejor amigo.

Megs brought me in a slushy. Wish I had one now, can't sleep and super thirsty. I am just catching up on my Bunheads episodes. Good show.

Water would be better for me.

...right decision. Water is better and good. Very good.

Hurry up target desk, chair and shelf. I want to unpack my room!!!!

Hangout sesh with Megs on Friday evening. Keeping my fingers crossed.

ugh, wide awake and 12:30.

Need to rise off before bed.

good night, Bridge

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Keep Calm and Let it go.

I am trying to have that as my new life motto, however, it proves hard to do sometimes.

Like tonight for instance, no grill bricks for Derek G to clean the flat top, Marcus scoots out early without doing his side work in the back, and Bitch-face Katie is coming back after vacation to a new job in the kitchen.

Tonight life just felt tough. One big ole' struggle.

Not gonna lie, I threw a bit of a fit and carried on for awhile. Then I thought about it and wise words my father once told me, "You'll never know it in thirty years." How right he is.

Don't sweat the small stuff. I mean, Michelle made a call and chili's gave us some grill bricks, Derek and I eventually knocked out all the side work, and well Bitch-face Katie...well is still a Bitch-face; however I am going to be better and work harder. In the words of my old kitchen manager, "If you can't beat 'em, kill them with kindness." So Katie be ready to be killed with my kindness. You can ass kiss. Soooo can I.

Anyway, had coffee with James this morning. His news really wasn't all that interesting. Good thing Allison came along.

I need to pick up triple A batteries.

Kimmi is back. Yay!

Zucchini Bread, nough said!

<3's, Bridge

Just a taste.

Love Caroline Schofield. Here is an article about her and her work. Thought I would share.

http://fromthestudioof.com/artists/caroline-schofield/

Robert Hughes, Art Critic dies at the age of 74:

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/08/06/robert-hughes-eloquent-and-combative-art-critic-dies-at-74/

Oh Olek:

http://www.juxtapoz.com/Street-Art/olek-covers-einstein-in-washington-dc

Slightly morbid, Kikyz 1313 reminds me of my friend Stef:

http://www.juxtapoz.com/Gallery/kikyz-1313/kikyz13131-36824#kikyz13135-36826

Grandma's Ink:

http://www.juxtapoz.com/Tattoo/grandmas-ink

enjoy, B

Monday, August 6, 2012

Vaya con Dios

Since I made Thick and Unyielding strictly about my art. I will make this one strictly about EVERYTHING else. 

It has been far too long. 

Just moved across town. No longer at 1220 Houston. I am now at 1420 Beechwood. Yep. The move went smoothly. I am excited to see what this year brings. One new roommate, one old. High hopes. 

My room is still only 40% unpacked. Just ordered a shelf, desk, and chair from target online. Should be here soon enough. Excited to sit and write at the desk. Seems like it will make a most excellent letter writing desk. 

Did I tell you I finally got my paintings out of the sculpture studio. I need to go in and get organized in there. Saturday is reserved for that.  It's funny, just sitting here on my bed and as I stare across the room I encounter my face staring right back at me. Just a bit weird. Makes me sad. I want to have a brush in my hand. Soon enough I suppose. 

Want to hear a joke?

Pull Thaw. 

Get it? No? Okay well let me explain, at work the opening manager who opens all the steaks for the day is suppose to pull frozen foods which we use for prep the next morning out of the freezer at night so they have a chance to thaw by the next morning. Well only one of our opening managers ever does it every time. Thank you Michelle. So between Megs and I it is a BIG JOKE. Now you get it. Pull Thaw. Hahahahaha....no? okay fine. 

Work, has been work. It always seems like a disaster area. It should have the yellow caution tape around it warning people away. The kitchen is a slight mess. Good thing we have excellent people who work their that stand united, most of the time. I will cry if Megs ever leaves me. I know the day is coming I just damn...don't want it to. 

Got to see my new little nephew Saturday and Sunday. He is such a cutie! I just plain love him. Miss Michael  is doing well and is an excellent big sister. 

I miss my mom and dad. Need to go see them soon.

... 

Sometimes, things just break my heart. 

Sometimes, I just want to do what I want and not what I need to do. 

Sometimes, I let what other people think get the better of me. 

Sometimes, I just want to stay in a moment forever. 

Sometimes...

yes, sometimes. 


Vaya con Dios,
Bridget


Just around the river bend.

School starts August 20th...

Not even enrolled.

Can you tell how excited I am to face my last semester? Ha. Okay, enough jokes. I am going to make this blog strictly about my art endeavors, like I said I was going to from the beginning and didn't. So here it goes.

Art Blog: Take two:

For those of you who do not know, I am, or will be in the last semester EVER of my undergraduate degree(s); unless for some ungodly known reason I go back to school to get a "useful" degree. Anyway, to complete my second Fine Art Degree I must have 8-12 pieces that will go into a group show at the end of the semester. 

From end of May to right now, I have only done up sketches and written about how and what my show will be. That is it. Pretty exciting stuff, I know. Contain your excitement please.

This past summer I have enjoyed working and spending time with friends. But school starts soon and I must get my head into the game. I need to talk to my head sculpture professor and work it on out. I don't want a lame show, however, it has to mean a great deal to me or I will never get through it.

I have found a subject. It has roots back to where I come from and how I grew up. Influences and traditions.  Family ties. Love, loss, life.

Yep. It is all just around the river bend.

I am going to go have coffee with James in the morning. He has news on a show he thinks I will be interested in. Says it is going to be amusing. I suppose I will go check it out. Hope he didn't get my hopes up about the amusing part.

-B


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Not always pretty, But there seemed no other way.

It has been officially been a whole month without meat. I have survived. I am going for two in a row.

It has been a roller coaster these last few weeks: BFA shows, final critiques, work, friends, family, babies and  graduations.

Nosy people. Why can't you mind your own business? Why must you know it all? Curiosity killed the cat don't you know. Mind your business.

Final Critique went fine, well for most of us. I think James thought I was hurt or insulted by what he had to say. I just liked arguing with someone. It has been quite some time since I have verbally sparred with someone. It was fun and a bit exciting. He ended up sending me an unneeded apology text. Lame. Dude, we are cool. It is so much fun, rude but fun, interrupting you when you are repeating yourself for the umpteenth time. Just saying.

Hunter, Vicky, and Whitney's BFA show was such an enjoyable time last Friday night. Wish the night didn't have to end. I felt like Cinderella at the ball. Except I got to keep both of my platform heels and I did not end up getting the prince at the end. Oh well, there is always next Friday night.

Longhorn work friend, Megan came out and we found Ben out and about. Love that man, so quick and sarcastic. He can be such an asshole, but he doesn't apologize for your stupidity. Love it. I hope his family life all works out.

Someone got a bit handsy and for once it wasn't me! I ended up having to walk the victim part way to their car.

Rhona has a new workout for us tomorrow. Did Zumba tonight with Jacque and I ran stairs by myself yesterday. My legs are going to be jello tomorrow night.

Nathans little brother is in town. Hope he is cute, single, and straight. OHHHhhh just kidding. Beers should be fun tomorrow night. Kimo is joining us; however, hope the Korean is staying home.

Started watching Hot in Cleveland with Betty White. LOVE it.

Well going to wrap this up.

love, B


Monday, April 16, 2012

Clean up the mess I have made here

Just wrote an email to my Aunt Rosie, I feel like it says more that I feel like writing right now. Enjoy, even though most of it I have posted either on one blog or another. Some of it is new:




Dear Rosie, 

I am keeping busy, but that is no excuse, everyone is. I am just a poor correspondent. I do apologize for that. 

It is almost over, another semester and I have spent most of it figuring out knit looming on looms I built in studio. One is about four foot across the other is not quite five foot across. I have been using old t-shirts I have recycled and cut up into strands of yarn. It would make for a nice throw or rug or something pleasant to sit on if you were picnicking outside. Not necessarily what I intended for my art. But I had an interesting critique from Roger Blaklely and his wife Cecilia Allen, both professors at the University of Illinois, last week. He talked about the magic of the sound. His deceased wife used to weave and he was saying how he really didn't have to see her to know exactly what she was doing or what was going to happen next. And Cecilia talked about the knitting being more alive then my ideas of crochet installation. Roger and Cecilia think I am over thinking and suggest just working and not always planning it out or worrying about it. Just make it and worry later. That is hard for me to do most of the time, I feel questions have to be answered before I just go on with it. But that I am learning that part of the beauty of art is you don't always have to have the answers at the beginning. 

 I have this summer to really nail down a show for this fall. I am trying to find a way to combine all that I have learned. I would like mixed media and not just casting or strictly fiber art. Family trees, real trees, bird nests, nesting, connections have been all been in my head a lot lately. Also the mother like figures in my life; Mom of course but both of my grandmothers and my aunts, especially you and Ann.But how everyone reuses, or re purposes materials not just fabric but plastic bags, bottles, and various other things.  Then there is Dad and how creative he can get with his own recycled objects, twine string, oil bottles, old bits of disk blades, the list is endless. I just appreciate all of this now that I am older and growing up around it it was a big influence in my life. Also collecting for just in case you need it. I want to incorporate all of this into my art. This is how the nesting and birds nests came about. I was thinking about taking all of this stuff and making various kinds of nests for different kind of birds. I also have this vision of crocheted, afghan style tree skirts. Also crocheted or loomed hay bale covers out of twine string, and cast dollies and knitted things. Anyway, all kind of up in the air at the moment. The string represents my connections: family, friends, or otherwise. The nesting represents home of sorts, or things that are vital to my survival, as a child, as an adult. Nests as you know are strictly to raise and protect the mothers young. My very dear friend of mine, Zach, suggested I get a brush pile, place my nest at the top of it, and use it as my pedestal instead of an actual pedestal. I want to cast only the branch that will hold the nest in bronze. It is a precious material and it should hold the home of something that is very important to me.  I think this piece would house my nest made up of my religious beliefs. They are a very important thing in my life. And we all know it is not often the nest that fails but the branch, however by putting the branch in bronze it will show how strong of a foundation it was built on and it has to be physically cut off before it will break on it's own. 

I am sorry, this all probably seems a little nonsensical but these are my thoughts on my show those far and I haven't really taken the time to sit down and write them out together before now. They are all up in my head but separate entities. I feel they could all go together I just have to keep that one connection, that one thread that runs through the entire show. I just thought you might have some input, ideas or thoughts for me. 

Other than studio, work is going well. About a month ago I had an evaluation and I received a four out of five and they gave me a .25 cent raise. So life isn't too shabby. I still clean Shultz Construction office on the weekends and trying to put that money away in savings. 

I also need to get a tripod for my Canon and take images of my paintings so I can send them off to galleries. I hope to get a group show going so maybe I could try for Carnegie in Leavenworth, The art gallery in Greensburg, the Mac gallery here in town. Dan also had some ideas of places in Nebraska and further south in KS. I am itching to paint. I have a new series already in my head. It deals with the kitchen I work in, food preparation, and just food in general. The colors are just amazing back in the kitchen even though no one there realizes it. I am trying to get done with my sculpture show before I go back to painting. but I feel I would like to talk dad letting me house a table and miter saw somewhere back homes so I can make my own stretcher bars. I really would like to paint before I apply to grad school. I have been thinking  a lot about Washington or Arizona. Right now they are just ideas. I ultimately have to go where ever is a best fit for me. 

What else, I signed a lease for an apartment with Manndi, my roommate from last year at the Vattier house and a new sculpture grad student, Allison, from Georgia. Mom, Kim and I booked tickets to go see April, Dustin and the Baby June 6-13. We hope to maybe catch up with Pat and Dorthy. We will have to work it out. Okay I think that is all my news. 

I hope life it treating you well. 

Love you, 
Bridget

Friday, April 6, 2012

I'm fine.

First off, I cannot believe I am going to write one of these blogs. I would apologize, but honestly who cares. They happen.

I know I am not alone yet this is how I feel. I have had this big nasty void inside for so long. What am I doing anymore? There is just nothing inside. I just don't care about anything I am working on. I have no direction. I should clarify, I have no direction in my sculpture work. I know I will have to grow up and pick soon. But I am known as the experimenter. Apparently people have been living vicariously through me. I can inspire people and I can help people but when will I be able to inspire and help myself.

I know it begins with me but Hell if I can motivate myself to get into studio and just do it. I would rather throw my effort into something else. Working out, eating right, my day time job. Anything but studio and sculpture.

I walk in and see my greatest achievements to date, BFA paintings, just sitting in my studio and knowing that that is where they will stay unless I do something about it.  I am just so mad about it. Knowing and not doing, the story of my life. But I am Bridget Lee this cannot be my life, right? I am always on top of things and willing to lend a helping hand and staying positive and just doing the damn thing. Ha, right.

If my friend Rhona ever read these lame ass excuses I am going on about right here she would not even know me. And that also hurts. Knowing that I am not only letting myself down but others as well. Some of my friends would just pat my back and say it's okay but seriously it is not. I need to get my shovel out and dig myself out of this bull shit, laced with laziness, and guilt I am piled in. Because this is not honest dirt.

Tonight I looked around my bedroom and have this itch to clean. I am not talking vacuum, mop, or change the sheets. I am talking going through this baggage I have created for myself. This isn't healthy. I do it because I don't want to forget. But if I am not looking at it or reliving the moment constantly, like in the movie Groundhog Day, then lets face it, if it is a memory worth keeping I will have and will always remember it. If not then that's nice but it has to go.

Studio is the same way. I need to say adios to some baggage in their. Starting with those paintings, all of the little nick-knacks Zach gave me, old sketch books, anything not dealing with me as an artist at this very moment. I just cannot do it anymore. I have to have a clean slate.

I went no meat about a week ago. I am a vegetarian with vegan tendencies. But not going to jerk your chain, if I am craving a burger I am going to eat a burger. But this is a big life style change for me. I am also working out more frequently and hope to get a routine down. I need this to keep me going through the summer and for next semester's BFA class. I just need this. This is for me. No one else, just me.

Part of me says I should be using this time and effort towards someone else, I am wasting my time doing this, This isn't okay. I have to keep telling myself it is okay. It feels good to spend 30 minutes on the elliptical, then 30 minutes on Pilates, then going home and making something fresh that tastes so much better than the garbage I was eating. I just cannot help but feel selfish. I am just having a hard time balancing life right now. I have been having a hard time since January of 2011.

I have lost my way.

I need to figure it out and move on I suppose. There is always someone who has it worse. I have to keep reminding myself of that.

Love, B

Monday, April 2, 2012

Sweet Potato, Pumpkin Pie


Skyscrapers, by OK Go

I know life situations, people, and things don't typically stay the same. I know people change their minds, their hair, their location, their sweet disposition, however that does not necessarily mean I will always understand or like it, however I am learning to accept it and go on.

One of our temporary Managers, Shane, is leaving today for his new store in Salina. I will miss him. He will be a vital asset to any team he walks into. Also Ben, Papa Bear, is leaving us soon. He has a baby on the way. I feel like the party only just begun and it is ending all too quickly. 

Kim came up to stay with me this weekend. I miss her. I also miss my older sister, April, and our long walks. I miss hearing all about her day and all the activities she was involved in. I need to start walking again but it is just not the same without her there. 

Nathan celebrated his MFA on Friday. Got all dolled up and hit the town. It was fun. I think we all needed it. 

Worked quite a bit this weekend. Yesterday, even though we hit some rocky times, I enjoyed yesterday. It is all the small things. We worked together and pulled through. It feels so good to be part of a team. It was just enjoyable. 

My coffee tastes sweet this morning. Not sure what it is. Not sure that I mind. 

Need to grab my loom stuff and sketch book and head into studio. 

I think I am going to buy this song off of itunes, Skyscrapers by OK Go. I love the music video, beautiful. 

Enjoy, B

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Ephemeral:

adj. lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory.

This seems to be the word of the day; however, I feel this is not the word I would ever use to describe anything about me or the things I make.

Anyway, signed a lease on a place today with my future roommates Manndi and Allison. I am excited for what is to come. I think this will be a good change. Maybe not living by myself just yet but I will definitely be among friends I consider almost like family.

This reminds me I need to pay rent on the place I am living in now.

I also need to email Em, for our friendship and our sanity.

Slipped and fell last night in the hall. My right hip ached this morning but not too bad. I should be more careful next time and remember I am not getting any younger.

I had a good visit with my professor today. I have some new ideas and have been researching some. I need to start something and see where it takes me. Maybe a trip to Wal-Mart and the clearance fabric?

Skype session with April tonight. Yay!

It has been beautiful out.

I am excited to go to work tomorrow. I wish Megan was going to be there but Eduardo will be so that will have to be enough. He is mi amigo whether he considers me one or not.

I am excited that a dear friend asked for my measurements. He said he was going to make something for me. This makes me smile.

I have letters to write.

I need to make another 'To Do TODAY' lists for tomorrow.

love, B



Tuesday, March 27, 2012

American Honey

I started a new blog. I felt the other was just so heavy. So here is my new blog, Miss Bridge. Enjoy.


So down to business:

Looking at two places to possible live this coming August. Keep your fingers crossed that we sign a lease on Wednesday! I am ready to have a home come this fall.

I started a 'To Do TODAY' List. Thus far, I have completed all but two tasks on my list from yesterday. Today is a new day and therefore calls for a new list.

Tonight was good old fashion fun. I love being surrounded by people I love the most. Some where not here. I think you know who you are.

I found out last week a really good friend of mine is going to be having a baby in October. I am so happy for her. I cannot wait for her to be a mother, she will be the Best.

I received an email from a very dear friend of mine. Those pictures of us are PERFECT! I miss you like the sun misses the flower. peppermint tea soon I think and maybe a nice long walk.

A friends bf is leaving town at the end of the week. I know she will be down and out for awhile. It is a change but that is what fuels us to move on with life, I feel.

Another dear friend of mine started meditating and suggested I take it up. I think I made that decision yesterday, except meditate for me is starting church up again. I miss it and that is my time to reflect on my life and on others I have touched and will be touching by my thoughts, actions and words. So this Saturday evening  I am going 'home', so to speak.

K-Dawg, was pretty down and out this evening. He said he wasn't feeling very inspired lately. Dude you are human, non-productivity happens. Even though we are artist, doesn't necessarily mean we have to produce art all the time. Life happens in between I am learning.

I was also asked what I plan on doing with my life after this degree is finished. I plan on simply living. I really just want to paint and keep painting. So MFA in painting is in order. After that I just want to paint, sew and make people I love, things I know they will love. I just want to make people smile and just be happy and warm. That is my goal in life.

I am reading a book about Robert Irwin, a painter and sculpture in the 1950's-90's. He has many great ideas about art and life in general. Seeing is forgetting the thing one sees, I now understand the title better after almost completing the book. I also found it very helpful and to the point when he says, If you are going to do it, just do it. Commit. Simple as that, commit and do it.

I am getting there slowly yet surely. Commit and do it. The end.

Miss my studio mate. I need to call him up some time. I have ideas to bounce off him.

I also want a dream night soon. Need to make this happen. I just need the magic number.

Anyway, getting really late. Work in the morning.

Good night,
-B


Sunday, January 29, 2012

Perpetual Light Shine Upon Them,

Loretta & Arthur Weishaar

May they rest in peace. 

Lately, I have been feeling slightly homesick. This maybe because I am feeling physically ill, therefore I want home and my mother. 

I also have had my grandparents on my mind lately and today a friend just lost his grandmother.
I am never sure how close people are to their grandparents, I always assume they are and were just as close to theirs as I was to mine. So then its safe for me to assume, when one loses their grandparents it is a very considerable loss and I share their sympathy and pain. No matter how old, or how good of life they lead, it is still painful. 

Over break I have taken up sewing on my old Singer sewing machine I bought for 25 dollars at the thrift store. While using it I always think of learning on my Grandma Lee's old singer. I wish I was still sitting at that old machine with my Aunt Rose and Grand Lee instructing me on speed and certain stitches for different effects. I also think of my Grandma Weishaar and using her old Brother to make a quilt for color theory. How I wish it was still in her little sewing room with partial quilts laying all about. I am now making bow ties, a few aprons fashioned after one of my Grand Lee's old ones, and a few other various projects that might turn into quilts.  


It is funny how a sewing machine, a piece of cloth, and some thread can bring people closer together. 



Connections. 



I want to leave you with a poem by Mr. E. E. Cummings, "If There are any Heavens my Mother Will,"


If there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one.  It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

(swaying over her
silent)
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
hands
which whisper
This is my beloved my

         (suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

--E.E. Cummings


John & Marie Lee

Here is a hug and kiss from me to you, 
Love,
Your little Bridgie

Artist Statement, 2012

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