05 November 2009

Before the Darkest Days

October is my favorite month. Maybe it's because growing up in the South we were deprived of anything resembling Autumn, and now that I live in a place that has actual trees I'm in awe of the colorful transformations that take place during this time of the year. It's the magical colors that happen before everything turns dark and spindly, before the rains come.



This is our last chance to take walks. This is our chance to crush leaves underfoot.



I love watching everything in the garden die. It's cathartic.



It's not abandoning us...



it's not suffering...



...it's composting!


My favorite painting instructor, Laura Ross Paul, always said to squint your eyes when looking at the subject of your painting, and blur the rods and cones in the retina of your eyes so that you can see the shadows and highlights.



This is the best time of year to blur your rods and cones.



This is the spiders' last chance to catch any kind of food.



The squirrels are running around with bulging cheeks. I've got a fussy baby tied around my middle who's about to crash hard any minute now... I'm walking to Safeway where I'm going to cave in and buy Pillsbury Orange Sweet Rolls in a can.

19 October 2009

Donating to Wheels For Henry


For the next two weeks --- Sun 10/18 through Sat 10/31, 15% of all loaded hips press purchases will be donated to Wheels For Henry, a fundraising event to support Chloe of Reading Frenzy acquire a new set of wheels for her son Henry.

Henry is an awesome little dude who happens to get around in a wheelchair, and he's quickly outgrowing their 20 year old car.

Please help Chloe & Henry purchase a new converted van by purchasing work by loaded hips press for you and yours.

For more info about Wheels For Henry, including a complete list of participating vendors, check out their website.

16 October 2009

I don't understand how anyone with a baby can get anything done or stand to be away from their baby

There.

I've said it.

13 September 2009

Missing the American Amateur Press Picnic



This is me last year using a beautiful Chandler and Price letterpress at the American Amateur Press picnic in Eugene Oregon. Being that I am so nerdy about printmaking, I was ecstatic to meet letterpress printers who have been at it for decades, to hear their stories of printing before the Digital Age. One gentleman told his tale of saving up money when he was 8 years old to buy a small tabletop printing press from the Sears and Roebuck catalog and starting his own newspaper with news of the neighborhood. He's now in his seventies. Still printing! It also reminded me of how little the general public knows about the how the images we see and the words we read are created.

A couple of days ago someone contacted me about my Savannah linocut.



It's listed on Etsy for $30. Really quite a steal for an original hand pulled print! I priced it as such because I never created an edition of this print. I printed the block using a proofing press and while I intended it to be an open edition, I was only happy with about 8 of the prints, and haven't printed it again. Well anyways this person was confused because I included a photo of the actual carved linoleum block. Was the listing for the block, he asked, so he could print in whatever color he wanted.

I don't fault him for asking. Why not try at least? But I know this person couldn't possibly have a press, or he would have valued my carved 11 by 14 inch linoleum block at more than $30. Sigh.

Maybe the misconception begins with scrapbooking. Maybe mass produced rubber stamps are the only connection the general public has to printmaking, and that might confuse someone into thinking a linocut is printed by merely squishing the block onto paper. It's not that I want to be an elitist, or that I can really explain the printing process in one blog post, but more that I wish to encourage anyone who cares to take a printmaking workshop, and discover for themselves the thrills ... and heartaches ... of printmaking.

I regret that this year I can't make it the AAPA picnic. Mostly I regret that a lot of it's members are starting to pass away one by one, and I fear that their printing experiences will die with them. Granted, there's good reasons why say the linotype machine has gone the way of the dodo --- the melting and casting of lead, for example, or washing one's hands with turpentine --- we now know better. But mostly it's the knowledge, being less dependent on computers, or even electricity for that matter. Just the appreciation of a lost art.

Note: While the AAPA's mission statement is "the promotion of amateur journalism and fellowship of amateur writers, editors, printers, and publishers" it includes a group of letterpress printers, which I consider these days to be part of the printmaking world. Back in the day, these were the folks who printed our newspapers! Find out more.

09 September 2009

Finished Softies

Finished three new soft and furry friends. Well... finished them about a month ago, but just now getting around to writing about it.



The patterns for these little guys can be found in Softies Only a Mother Could Love. This book is great because it has a variety of projects for any kind of crafter. I am more of an occasional lazy seamstress, and I was able to finish these without too much heartache while entertaining a newborn.





The monkey friend is made from an old stripey turtleneck. One of my favorites, which suffered from an accidental trip to the dryer. The pants are removable.





This little friend is made from scraps from my mom's collection of fabric. He was the first softie I attempted, and I'm a little embarrassed by some of the careless stitching.





Well now doesn't this donkey make you all warm and fuzzy inside? The green fabric is an argyle sweater of mine that shrank to ill conceived proportions. The yellow and orange floral print is another scrap from my mom's sewing basket.

08 September 2009

Sometimes Your Babe Falls Asleep and You Get to Collage


Never mind that the house is a disaster area.
I call this piece "Espionage."

20 August 2009

Children's Clothes with Round-the-Clock Novelty

Japanese baby clothes pattern book. Emphasis on "novelty."


Aaack! Proof that little boys clothes are always a little wonky. Don't worry Desi, momma's not making you wear any kind of matching checkered print pantsuit. Not unless you really want to... We mostly like non-gender specific items. But now those dresses and matching headscarves are pretty fetching.




Other highlights include "Pretty Frocks for Outing," "Special Wear with Trimming," "Blouses for Boys," and "Subteen's Dressy Styles."

17 August 2009

Thank you!

Some of the prints I received in exchange for the free loaded hips press print offer:



Three Owls from Flight Industries





Small Girl by Janice in Eugene


Aww shucks thanks y'all. We love new art over here.

28 July 2009

A Time For Figs

It's 11 am and already 87, supposed to get to 105 degrees today. That's a little warm for Puddletown. So I plan on staying inside in my pajamas, no shower, as long as possible.

The only reason I have to go outside is to pick another bowl full of fresh juicy ripe figs. You know they're ready when they fall right off the branch into your hand, the bottom of the fig opens up like a belly button, and the skin is so thin it feels like the fruit is seconds from bursting. Or, according to the Italians, the fruit hangs from the tree like a man's testicles. Yeah well anyway there's two large fig trees in our neighbor's yard and the branches hang over the fence into our yard and we reap the benefits, as long as we pick 'em before the raccoons and birds get to them.

So I declare this to be FIG WEEK. Fig week officially started on Sunday when we picked the first batch. Monday I made a fig jam which will be eaten later in the week once we have baguette and goat cheese.



QUICK FIG JAM:

1 pound ripe green figs, diced, stems trimmed
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons water

Place figs in a saucepan or skillet. Add sugar and water and heat, stirring to a boil. I'm horrible at following directions and I just poured sugar in without measuring. It was a little more than the suggested amount. Cook uncovered over medium heat until the figs have softened and the mixture thickens, about 10 minutes. I used a potato masher to squish any unbroken pieces of skin apart.

Transfer jam to a bowl and set aside until ready to serve - can be made a couple of days ahead of time, just cover and refrigerate til it's time.

Serve jam on toasted baguette with warmed goat cheese. Yum yum!

(recipe is from Fig Heaven by Marie Simmons)

20 July 2009

Some paintings in a web show thing

Hey -- what happened to June? And is July almost over? Greetings from the sleep deprived. I've been watering this little seedling and he's almost ready to hold his head and sit up on his own. It's thrilling. And since I've abandoned the art studio, and most detail oriented tasks, I'm gonna try and post links to other places and call that a blog post. Is that cheating?

Check out this new web series Wage Slaves. It's like a tv show just only on the internets. It's the latest thing. It's a comedy situated in a coffee shop --- and my paintings are in the background! Right now my computer speakers aren't hooked up, so I haven't actually heard a whole episode, but I'm sure it's good.


One of the paintings in Wage Slaves. It's a mausoleum in the Pioneer Cemetery on Morrison. I used to live across the street from this.

The show has even garnered attention from the Oregonian feature writer Margie Boulé. Read her comments here. Good job, guys!

26 June 2009

Birthdays!

Everybody's talking about the death of pop culture icons. But around here we're celebrating birthdays, like the Cancer homebodies that we are.

Happy birthday mom! This is a sketch of my mom when she was in high school, which will soon be a linocut once I start printing again.



Isn't she beautiful? I love you, mom.

Wednesday was my birthday. I spent a nice quiet day with my favorite little guy, who wasn't fussy or nothin'. Nathan came home with a big beautiful bouquet. Sigh!

Here's our Rob Brezny horoscope for this week, fellow Cancerians:

"His heart was growing full of broken wings and artificial flowers," wrote Federico García Lorca. "In his mouth, just one small word was left." There were times during the first half of June when I was tempted to borrow those words to describe you. Now, you're moving into a much brighter phase. The buds that are about to bloom in your heart are very much alive, and your wings, while not fully restored to strength, are healing. Meanwhile, your mouth is even now being replenished with a fresh supply of many vivid words..."


I believe it -- healing from childbirth; new artwork instead of words. Here are the latest linoleum blocks waiting for a fresh coat of ink. Til then Desmond is my number one priority.


(these are rubbings made with crayons on rice paper)

18 June 2009

It's in the mail. And it's free.


For a limited time!

Become a fan of loaded hips press on facebook and receive a FREE linocut of my choosing in the mail!

Yes, it's true, and I am insane.

Just click on that little "find us on facebook" button on the right and become a fan of loaded hips press. Then send me a message with your mailing address and within a week I will send you a FREE linocut of my choosing. You can send the message to me either through a convo on Etsy or by email at shannon@loadedhipspress.com.