Month: May 2010

Memorial Day – A Day to Remember

I want to encourage everyone to remember that today is not just about picnics and sales, but rather a day to truly remember those who have fought for all the freedoms we have. My heart goes out to all the families who have lost a loved one to war, and my thanks goes to the many who continue to serve.

Sassy Scoops – Support Utah’s Local Businesses

Sassy Scoops is hosting a giveaway to try and get the word out about who they are and what they stand for.  Their website is all about promoting and supporting Utah’s local businesses.  Who wouldn’t want to be apart of that?  I truly believe that supporting local businesses is one of the best things we can do for our local community.  You should go check them out by following this link to Sassy Scoops.  Don’t delay!  

And if you’re a fellow blogger in the Salt Lake City area, follow this link to enter the Giveaway.

This Moment

“{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.” -SouleMama

Bob Marley? Gollum? Which is he?

Josh brought home a little friend yesterday –to either welcome or scare away our guests.
He’s either very Bob Marley…
Or very Gollum…

What do you think?  Which is he?

My New Series of Mixed Media Fiber Wall Art

What a cozy living room!  Don’t you want to move in?  Have a seat on the comfy couch, maybe cover up with the blanket, and turn on the lamp so you can read?
Hey look, someone is at the door.
It’s the Flickers.  They’ve come over to say hi.
The neat thing about this new series of wall art is that the frames are open so you can switch photos in and out, as often as you please.
I’m struggling to decide on a name for my new series.  Picture n’ Picture?  Frame Yourself?  Any suggestions?  

I have another three pieces already in sketch mode.  I can’t wait to share them with you when I finish.  
What do you think of this funky room?
Be careful, these aren’t baby proof.
Look who’s on T.V.
You too could be a star!
Keep an eye on The Artists’ House etsy shop, as these will be popping up for sale over the next couple days.

It’s Time To Party, Thrift Store Quiz

At 9 a.m. on Saturday morning, Monet, Josh and I headed out to do a little thrift store shopping.  Monet’s birthday is coming up and so Josh and I thought maybe we could get a jump start on finding decorations for her party.
After deciding on a theme, and finding a few goodies to jump start our party decor, I jumped online to discover that one of my favorite bloggers had a party with this same theme back in 2007.

What theme have we chosen for Monet’s party?  And which popular blogger am I referring to?

Is This a Joke?

I just heard on the radio today that Utah state law mandates that snow tires be removed from all vehicles by April 1st. Hmmm. 
This morning, snow falling, I watched the temperature drop from 42 degrees to 32 degrees.  Panicked, I ran home over my morning break to find the tarps I needed to cover the plants covering my husbands projects instead.  When I went in the basement to find additional tarps I found water gushing in.  And in the midst of all the craziness, my garden still uncovered and freezing, my dog managed to run away.  Needless to say I was a bit late getting back from my morning break.
I’m now home, my dog is safe, and my plants appear to be fine.  I guess I’ll be cleaning things up while Monet sleeps.
I really don’t think this is funny!

We’re a Biker Family

My father-in-law always says, “we’re a biker family.”  He says this usually when we are packing up 10 or so bikes for an afternoon outing.  And a bike family we truly are.  I bet there are about 20+ bikes between the members of Josh’s small family of 3 children. 
Already Josh is starting to collect images and supplies in hopes of making a bike for Monet.  Have I mentioned that she’s not yet one?  I must say this makes me a bit nervous considering that Monet’s genes come theoretically half from me.  My husband, unlike me, can maneuver around any situation on a bike.  He grew up mountain biking and really is quite impressive.  I on the other hand, ride around things, and even that causes me trouble.  
Last Friday I was reading one of my favorite blogs, Scoutie Girl.  Tara just got a new bike and unfortunately took a tumble.  You can read about it here.  Her story made me laugh, rude of me I know.  It brought back a flood of “falling memories”…
I grew up in Illinois and I now live in Utah.  If you’ve never been to either of these states, there is one huge difference between them.  Can you guess?  Well, Utah has mountains and Illinois does not.  By the way, you don’t pronounce the “s” when you say Illinois; just letting you know in case you were curious.  
Sorry, took a little road trip there, no pun intended.  Ok, so we’re back on track.  When I moved to Utah and I road my bike for the first time, it was a huge shock to me.  I couldn’t believe the size of the hills.  I tried riding up this one hill by my apartment complex for an entire week before I made it to the top without having to stop.  Really, they’re tremendous!  And when I decided to take up road biking, you know be “official” about it, get all the fancy gear, well that was an interesting day.  
Picture this, I’m inside, bike gear on, including my new fancy clip in bike shoes.  That’s right, “official bikers” where shoes that clip into the bike pedals.  It’s more energy efficient, like green energy kind of, except that you’re saving your energy instead of the earths.  So I’m inside and I’m trying to learn how to clip out before I fall over. I’ve fallen about 15 times and have rug burns all over my one knee.  After a while I get the hang of it and I decide to go for a ride.  
I’m out riding and I’m feeling good, “official” really, my father-in-law would be proud.  As I approach my first stop light, I say to myself, no big deal, just slow down and clip out, you did it 100 times inside.  I approach the light and, YES, I did it, I clipped out.  This might be a good time to mention though, that the light was on a slight hill, a Utah hill which I guess we could also call a mountain.  The light turns green, I pick up my loose foot to clip in and the gravity of the mountain pulls me down to the ground, hard.  I have an entire row of cars waiting behind me, wanting to go through the light.  By the time I get up, the light has already turned red.  I now have to sit there, absolutely embarrassed, my face now as red as the rug burns on my legs.  I sit there and wait till the light turns green again, angry eyes of people running late staring at me. 
I’m happy to report that I made it through the light that second time.  I wish I could report though that this is my only falling story.  It is not!  I fall and run into thing constantly.  Just ask my husband and my students.  
Falling is funny really.  In the moment we are embarrassed, egos bruised, and physically hurt sometimes, but as time goes by these falls become something we don’t mind sharing.  I find that interesting.  I think maybe this is a good life lesson for me, to have a sense of humor about the mistakes I make, if not in the moment, maybe as time passes?
Wont’ you please share a funny falling story with me today?  
It’s Monday, I think we could all use a few good laughs.

This Moment

“{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.” -SouleMama

One Last Look at Cristin Zimmer

I’ve been trying to get this post published for about a week now.  Josh and I have been having some significant computer problems and I’m sad to say that the website we were working on, where we were going to display galleries for our featured artists, well it’s no longer, we lost it all.  You might have also seen this blog in disarray on Monday.  And sure enough, even our baby blog was affected; we lost about a month worth of posts.  Unfortunately, I don’t have a fancy website to link you to today, and while that’s sad I’m happy to report that regardless of all these misfortunes, what I’m going to show you today will most certainly change the mood I have so sadly set. 

We attended the opening gallery of our featured artist Cristin Zimmer this past Wednesday.  
Her work spoke to me on a deep level.  The facial expressions that I saw in her work, at times seemed like a mirror, reflecting back to me my own emotions and struggles.  
And while I have photots to share with you today, if you live in the Salt Lake City area, you should really go see her show.  It speaks louder and clearer when heard in person.  
Her show will be running for one more week.  You can find directions here.
Baggage Claim 
Such a Good Girl
Roll Over
Get Yer Tail
Raama in the Indian Summer

Artist’ Statement: Women possess raw, creative energy as well as destructive power. This split nature speaks to archetypal dualities that exist universally in the myths, stories, and legends that have reflected diverse societies’ views on women, and in turn, influenced women’s views of themselves.

My work explores the female psyche. Dualities that exist in mythical women manifest themselves everyday in the minds of the modern woman: balancing the psychological need to find the wild, assertive and instinctual self with the constraints and expectations of domesticity; the harm of certain coping mechanisms, versus the terrifying risk of letting them go; and internalized physical strength, versus the awareness of one’s mental deterioration. I address specific psychological struggles that unfold in my own mind as well as in those of close friends and family.

My figures should look as though they have just emerged from the earth, recalling many cultures’ creation myths. Raw, unglazed surfaces crate a tenuous balance, on of strength but also tension, that depict both the fragile balance of consciousness over the millennia and hint at our constant search to know ourselves.

Mosaic chips reference a rich ceramic history an tradition, but ultimately become abstract representation of the self; fragmented bits and pieces of memory, experience, people, and inherited biology that combine to form our being. Using these chips, I explore how these pieces add up and then end up surfacing in our everyday lives; sometimes exploding from the inside, and at other times slowly leaking out, revealed only by injury or painful introspection. At times they only surface in dreams, acting as a lens through which we see our world.

Symbolic settings become the backdrops for complex inner dramas to play out. These figures and landscapes take the form of busts, historically used to commemorate the public accomplishments of male patrons. I want to pay homage to women for something much more personal and private: the complexity of her inner thoughts, feelings, emotions and ambitions. A woman’s inner life is not always accessible or easily articulated to others, but it is in that place that we discover our true selves.   By:  Cristin Zimmer

If you are interested in contacting Cristin for more information, or to purchase her work, you can find her on the web at czimmer(dot)com.  

And if you are interested in being our next featured artist, then send us an email to theartistshouse(at)gmail(dot)com, along with five images of your work plus an artist’s statement.