Friday, June 24, 2011
I am so honored to be included in GOOD's : Designing Women: 25 Female Designers and Illustrators We Love
I have to thank my friends Akasha for letting me know there was a call out to submit links and to Nikole for letting me know that I was selected!
It's a pretty awesome feeling to be included with illustrators and designers that I look to for inspiration and admire. And, quite honestly, after all of the time I've invested in school, in art and in design it was a nice little pat on the back and just at the right time.
Friday, April 1, 2011
My Etsy shop is back up and running. I had to go on a bit of a hiatus to move up to Portland and get settled at my new job. The dust is settling and now I have reopened the shop with a whole new body of work! I've stocked it with my wood art and prints of the originals. Super affordable, in my opinion, original artwork. These are stained wood panels, some with decorative edges some without, with oil paint marker drawings then colored in with prismacolor pencils. I'm really excited to share this new work with everyone and I hope that you will enjoy it too!
More to come!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Brandy / Mom / Me
When I was a little girl we had pets and though I have very foggy memories of my childhood in general, I can remember these furry creatures clearly.
Our family dog, Brandy, a german shephard that was impressively smart and well-trained, is the one pet I often think about. I remember sitting with my brother on the sofa in the basement, with a fire cracking in the background, as my dad would wrap towels around his forearm in preparation for the "look how your dog will defend you" demonstration (as I remembered it to be called).
How I loved this demonstration.
It showed me just how viciously (and admirably) our dog would protect us from harm. The demonstration would start, as I said, with my dad wrapping his attack arm in anticipation of the attack. Then the role of the victim, played by either my brother or myself. My dad would pretend to hit us and we would dramatically scream out, "OUCH, NO, STOP, HELP!", When I was the victim, I could hear Brandy deeply growling and barking in the background and when I was the viewer I could see her getting ready to strike... suddenly a blur of brown-black fur would race past and then strike the (towel protected) arm of our attacker. My brother and I would freeze and stare wide-eyed as we witnessed our dog attacking our dad to protect us, it was so badass. Brandy was a great dog, the best one I ever met. But aside from her ability to protect us she also had that amazing "great dog" ability to cheer me up, as if she knew when I was feeling down. I'm so thankful to have these memories of her.