Rosemary, Lemon, Garlic

Wycinanki wrapping paper from The Polish American Cultural CenterOne day and counting. I got the feast out of the freezer and its all thawing. I made a pumpkin pie last night so its ready to go. I just made up a rosemary, lemon and garlic brine (its cooling) that I am going to soak my two little turkeys in. I have the big turkey from Good Life that I am going to just plain roast…so we will have a choice. Tonight is the great potato making along with pumpkin bread and chopping all the salad makings (outside of the greens). Maybe some puff pastry/pesto coils? I should thaw some stock to make our little Kitty some soup when she gets home.

Kitty is on the bus! Yay. We will have all the children here to my delight!

Look at this happiness. Wycinanki (Polish papercutting). Inspired, happy, and love the wild color selections. Certainly not as morose and serious as Scherenschnitte, but inspired by the same countryside, Drzewko Kurpiowskie rural life, animals. Instead of our Swiss cutters who were postmen or in other postitions, wycinanki comes from sheepherders who originally started cutting designs out of bark and leather. But as paper became more available, then that became the medium. Madalyn Joyce in her online article “Wycinanki: The A.B.C.s of Polish Papercutting” gets into this polish style cutting, a bit of history and good links. Instead of happy cows with swiss cowbells traversing the countryside, the polish art embraces the chicken/ rooster in their cut work. A couple of current artists I keep finding are  Drzewo Kurpiowskie and  Leluja Myszyniecka. Kurpiowskie’s simple papercuts remind me of the happy, folk inspired work by Alexander Girard—and the graphic scenes, patterns and frames he created. I need to keep looking and soaking this in. I have been moving some ink around on paper and if something emerges, it will be popped up here for you to see.

Gotta go.

 


 

colored cuts

Christian Schizgebel paper cutOvercast and grey. Cool to cold here. I wish my happy world would be as picturesque as Christian Schwizgebel’s happy horses and a chestnut tree. Look at the cute little scallop treatment at t he bottom and the way he lightens up the heavy black ground with the little lifts in white with grass to open up the blackness. I think Schwizgebel is so lyrical— his sense of design and weighted black and white is quite remarkable and fluid— that I would like to learn from this master of line and form. So graphic and graceful. Shall I just stay in black and white? or should I lay color into it like the Home Sweet Home project?

Shellysdavies.com on her ShelleyBean blog talks about Wycinanki, polish paper cutting by highlighting the illustrator, Malgorzata Belkiewicz’s beautiful paper work. I love her lovely Folk Trees. Inspired. I should give a try to this too! Her dolls look like something that have come off my vector pen.

For more Wycinanki, here is a cool starting place>>

Weselny orszakWymiary / Dimension: 50 x 25cmMateriał / Material: kolorowe papiery / colour paperwycinanka KODRA - scena rodzajowa: Weselny orszak / paper cut-out KODRA - the scene from everyday life

I had the extreme pleasure of picking up our turkey at Good Life Farm meeting Melissa Madden an inspired and energetic woman who along with her partner, farm responsibly using horsepower—pretty much everything hands on. They have coordinated their CSA with the gap between Sweetland’s end of the winter share and the start of the summer share…So, they have a spring share of peas and asparagus, radishes and greens. I cannot wait. Good Life is just around the corner from Sheldrake with long lake views, neat fields and little greenhouses all around.  Their partner had the most wonderful 7 mo. old wolfhound. I could go for one of those enormous dogs…she was as sweet as candy.

Its going to be a good Thanksgiving.

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Papercutting, Christian Schwitzgebel (1914-1993), SwitzerlandBack from Brattleboro and Northampton. We went to Landmark College spending the night in adorable Brattleboro and having dinner at a very chic pizza place “Fireworks”. It was perfect and all of our spirits lifted with the hope that maybe we would be pleased with Landmark. We went to an open house on Saturday to get the lay of the land, feel out the  types of students there and see if this is/was an option. Yes, it is an option but probably not our first choice given the feeling of the program relative to Alex. But, I am going to call and get some clarification on my thinking and really better understand what the options are  for someone with language based issues as it is a small population compared to the larger percentage of ADHD students that Landmark admits. I am thinking that we will need this sort of organized help to move Alex to the point that he can keep up with reading and learning at the college level.  I want him to have the tools to succeed…and need to come up with a few options to really analyze what is best for him. I am not optimistic about what the school here can offer in the next six months.

We visited the amazing Brattleboro Food Co-op which was hands down, the best coop I have ever visited with it all organic and or natural with a wealth of things to choose from and not so crunchy and groovy that it didn’t have a reality to it. The Food Co-op is as sensible and organized as any great grocery would be with prepared food, beautiful meats (affordable) and produce for everyone. Gorgeous (my italian grandmother (even though I do not have an italian grandmother) is channelling). We went to the great outdoor store (equally as remarkable and bought socks and scarves for Alex (his gumdrop for being a good boy) and then down to visit Kitty in Northampton.

It was great to see our girl. She is in fine feather—filled with stories and opinions on her new world at the costume shop which she adores and is finding herself camped out in. She is involving herself in all aspects of costuming and costume development and is poking into new projects for next semester along with taking a costume class at Smith (which she was anxious to be a part of). She is bubbly, talky and a bit tired but sparkling like the gem she is…and we are so proud of. We will see her on Wednesday.

Johann Jakob Hauswirth, paperDuring the little bit of downtime in the hotel room while Rob slept and Alex made mashups, I got rebitten by Scherenschitte, swiss papercutting. I found a wonderful fabric source that had the work of three remarkable swiss artists, Louis Saugy(1871-1953), Christian Schwizgeben(1914-1993) and Johann Jakob Hauswirth (1809-1871) . And so I googled away. I am struck by how much there is to learn between the three of these fine artists from the way they subdivide their page, the use of black, the use of tiger toothing (my phrase) and how much the work is prime for vectors. There are aspects that morph from artist to artist from technique and style to the actual iconography they use—I  plan to develop my own pseudo swiss illustrations to mimic to learn what they are doing. My hands down favorite is above. Wow. The floral frame is as right and embracing as the story inside. And the use of the central celebration of the flower basket in an almost heraldic way is such a kick. Deer and cattle. Houses and flowers (psycho flowers like I do), birds and squirrels, trees upon trees, rabbits and people, farmers and floral arrangements—all together regardless of scale, of story or of anything but black and white boldness.

Katie Rose Barnes from Manchester UK, a student of interactive arts wrote some wonderful short blog entries at her blog “Drawing a Blank, Art & That” on these fellows that I will link to as her writing and storytelling is lyrical and lovely. Thank you Katie. On Johann-Jakob Hauswirth, Louis- David Saugy.

I am loving this.

hmmm.

on the road, Q. Cassetti, 2010Business as usual. Had an interesting meeting this morning that tamped down my rage a bit, I guess because I feel like this is a shared emotion. Coulda, shoulda, woulda. At least these are all steps forward…a bit off schedule, but forward.

We are on the road tomorrow afternoon and back by Sunday. We are looking at colleges and then back to the rush to Thanksgiving. I wish I had more time this weekend to cook and prepare. Maybe something tonight. However, the boxing and finalizing Xmas is happening too. So all the holidays are in a jumble that I am going to need to sort out. Jumble. Thats me.

There is a lot going on that I really feel I cannot talk to you about. Rest assured, it is all going into a state of discovery and positive change and my current frown is beginning to turn upsidedown. I just wish we didnt need to go through so much, but as with everything—energy and effort in yields more often, positive energy and effort out. To that, someone the other day was talking about the fact that energy never dies…it just takes another form  Its a big idea (from Einstein) that I am sure all of you math/science folks can recite and delve deeply into—but for me its a big idea as so much in life is about that. That aspects of your life, your activity, your essence spins and spins until it morphs and then it becomes something else and then the progression from one idea and activity to the next almost is seamless. Is this the promise of our lives? of our afterlives? Of our vital force/ our energy? Is this the promise of reincarnation through energy never dying…but changing?

Onward for more.

Nuts

And it continues. This amazing display of total brazen declarations from Jerry Sandusky, pedophile, keeps me on point with this unveiling story that progresses with more detail, more euphanisms (“horseplay”, “towel snapping”) to depict this sick, sick man who was defended and supported by Penn State with the institutional head in the sand. Sandusky presents himself as a man underfire who, like JoePa, thinks he can control the situation through the information he lets out. Unfortunately, his interview with Bob Costas, instead of clearing things up, presented an odd and very creepy person who is sadly licking his wounds, in flat and monochromatic tones, waiting for his lawyer to clear a few things up so he can go about his life. What about all these victims coming forth? Sandusky is setting himself up to control his image of a wholesome coach who loves kids, hugs them, “touches their legs” with the only harm  being an innocent “shower with the kids”—his only remorse being that action. Talk about a narcissistic demonstration—Too odd and scary.

Have been madly getting design stuff out the door. The pre-holiday craziness has happened already with lots of mounting due dates (all loaded…more than one project at a time) all staged post Thanksgiving to all the way to Christmas’ doorstep. I knew it…but this is wilder than expected. So, I am getting a brochure and two poster reskinning out today. I am doing something with my Poe illustration from Syracuse (prompting me to do a few more famous people) for Ithaca College’s summer programs (a brochure) which will be nice to have in play. Its a short week, as you know with our trip to Putney—so I need to really focus.

Putney then Northampton/Amherst to see the girl! I am looking forward to getting away from my desk. I wish I was feeling a bit more inspired. Maybe the up and coming advent calendar will help?

Polyglot

Rejected valentine.Sorry I have gone radio silent. Its just been a bit busy. Friday was Ithaca College and then work. Ithaca College was fascinating…a great school, spectacular facilities and heads down, focused students. Impressive. Really impressive but maybe not the right program for our student. It definitely feels like a place that is great if you know the road you want to be on, you have the map and all you need is the gas and vehicle to get from here to there. We are more in the questing mode here. We are looking for passion and at many directions. To my thinking as a former targeted missile, this is a fine thing to do. It was cool to see the “other” school in Ithaca—with clever architects and siting such that every building and walkway opened to gorgeous high views of Cayuga Lake making me feel that we were definitely somewhere different than the Ithaca we know. The music facilities are the most superior we have had seen— with state of the art practice rooms, choral spaces, tidy lockers, engaging performance spaces. Their admissions building is a new, welcoming space which marries a welcoming professionalism with an environmental conciousness  that really communicates the spirit of the school. If you have a student interested in the arts, music, communications (The Park School)—in particular, who is a focused student, consider Ithaca College. Yes, its in our backyard, but is an outstanding program, a smaller more intimate experience, and clearly top rate.

Alex has Friday off for Superintendent’s Day. We are going to travel to Putney, Vermont to go see Landmark College. Landmark is a program you can do as a summer session, a semester, a year or two. It is an accredited program that is focused on teaching with learning disabililties (specifically ADHS, ASD and dyslexia) students to use assistive tools and techniques for reading and writing. They help place students in jobs and in other colleges  after this experience. This is an option that we need to see regardless of how we chose to engage. There are amazing tools out there…(Kurzweill 3000 and Dragon for examples) that if they were to become automatic for our student, it could make learning more fluid, easier and maybe fun (!). I will keep you posted.

Speaking of technology, I wish the Wacom Inkling would please come out…They promised it in September…

I am transfixed by the tragedy and drama that keeps leaking out of the Penn State Football program. Absolutely tragic, operatic, more disgusting and detailed than any novelist could embellish. The giants have fallen…and more to come. It was great hanging out with Rob’s barber, Ed Pesco and Brian, to hear their insight and impressions of this news (they are huge football fans)—with their research (they access football forums on various teams), the gossip that is floating out there and the hints at how huge this thing is. It confounds me that Jerry Sandusky, a pedophile, is out on bail without having to post a penny of his own money—without a cuff or anklet to track him. This man who “horses around” in the shower lives across the street from an elementary school and is residing there while his lawyer constructs an arguement to explain how this Sandusky is innocent. It was appalling arrogance and hubris to see that “Joe Pa”, Joe Paterno thought that he was more superior to the board of directors of the University to determine when he was going to retire. Thank goodness the Board got off their duffs to fire that old man and the university president along with him. Paterno thinking he could control his future in this…despite his essentially ignoring this obscene behavior under his leadership—approval by sheer neglect. I agree with Ed and Brian that they should clean house within this organization and even, if necesssary, shut football down for 5 years to focus on healing the University (and to my thinking, shift priorities to that of education and community)

Finally, it takes this level of foul play to have the national press focus on college football so we can really ask ourselves if this is where our educational dollars should be spent (to drive alumni donations)—This huge national college football phenomenon was bigger than the travesty that was being manifested in the locker room by a coach during his tenure and his retirement. The silence throughout the organization up to the top of the University to coverup and damp down these activities despite the distruction and abuse of these disadvantaged children for the sake of the university image as reflected in the football program. Why shouldnt a university be recognized, funded and rewarded for it’s change in the world of ideas, theories, discoveries, developments versus brawny, kobe-beef boys who can catch a ball? What does that say about us as a culture, a community, a people?

Mark Madden predicted this story in April 2011 in the Beaver County Times>> Lets see if his predictions are as true as the ones that have come out recently.

The weekend was prep for Thanksgiving. I made more cranberries, baked the layers for a Maple Walnut layer cake (from the current MSteward Food magazine), made stock and prepped all sorts of vegetables from the CSA. This week is more baking and planning Thanksgiving week’s pregame prep with veggies and potatoes. Our guest list is slimming down from 22 to 17 now. Bit easier (at least from the flatware standpoint)— Like a little Thanksgiving squirrel, I have the beginnings of our feast frozen and ready to go. By the day, it will be a glorious thing.

dark out-- where did the day go?

from D’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini Schbezel by Paul Hosch and Hans Melching, 1915I am working on my valentine for next year. I had a bunch of ideas, but after looking at this remarkable online vendor (4colorprint.com) that can provide affordable pearl, heavyweight board and foil stamping— My heart is leaping—and feel there is a cool postcard in the works. Chunky, shiny, sparkly.And now, this will inspire me on. Its fun to have production methods act as a prod to move. And, combined with that, a new resource! Yeah!

The lovely illustration to the left is from a chldren’s book by Paul Hosch and Hans Melching, D’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini SchbezelD’r Luschdig Zipiti und Sini Schbezel cited by the inspiring blog, 50 Watts (formerly A Journey Around My Skull). This book is scanned and complete on the Boston Museum of Fine Arts site>> Here>> I love the patterned borders, the black and white decorative shape fillers and the sheer graphic quality that this book presents. I am inspired to move further with the decorative aspects shown (I mean,look at these glorious flowers combined with the bunny and bird in the inset image). The MFA Teacher site has a whole series of interesting sketch and art books that show a great series/sequence of images designed to flow and go.

I have to go to make dinner as its dark, dark out—and I havent had much jag off time today.

Lovely Fall Back

Here I am at the ultimate chic Maguire VW to have my car get a check up and lo and behold, there is this lovely computer room, free snacks, teevee, nice chairs, windows and not a cigarette butt in site. How remarkable. I am so impressed, I want to have my car serviced weekly. Maguire really is impressive.  No greasy vinyl chairs tucked between the humming soda machine and a stand ash tray with the battering ram sounds coming from the garage and the endless chat of the owner of the shop on the phone. Now its the car spa…blonde wood, free iced cream and teevee. Glorious.  And the folks are really really nice too. And, with the time I thought I would be dawdling, I can dawdle a bit with you.

I seem to be able to get through my lists these days—taking on more new stuff and being able to get through it without having to do nine or ten iterations on something really simple (like a two color mouse pad that was the recent project of note). We are getting the lineup of a lot of people who want to make their year-end bonuses by finally figuring out they need to get things done that they hadn’t thought about until now, and they need them figured out, designed and produced by December 1 so as to print and distribute by January 1. Screamers. And many of these folks are not our focus customers, so its a bit disconcerting as I really want to say no to quite a few of them as I do not want to have to work Thanksgiving and the day after on someone else’s lack of planning. Urg. Enough of my complaining.

Alex posted some music to the web yesterday—mashups that he created with some audio scrap and work of a rapper online. He is smiling and happy as he is getting some great response (including the rapper who saw a post on YouTube—and was psyched by the work). I need to get Reason, a software package for him for the holiday (along with their software that really allows you to untangle the layers of sound and pluck out snippets to work with. It is great to see him delight and have motivation around something he is getting recognition for. He is talking about how easy these mashups are and how he is done with it. So, both Rob and I are pushing for a body of work so he has an hour of original work to play with the incentive being an exclusive DJAQ (his DJ name) party/event. There is some interest in that…and if its so easy, 75 new mashups should be in the works. If John Thompson told me I would not be an illustrator until I did 500 illustrations, I would say the same around audio mashups. Then we can move on…But recognition for his work and the sheer joy in having others enjoy our work is something I want him to have more of. We all can relate to that (particularly those of us who blog and post our work). I hope there is more of this in the future.

I must admit, I love fall back as much as spring forward. I love the velvety darkness in the evening and being in our snuggly house with the woodstove fired up in the evening with tea and company. It is such marvelous sleeping weather, I am feeling much sunnier and revv’d up. Now, the sixty degree weather and chrome yellow leaves on the trees cannot hurt things either. But we have had a glorious fall—perfection—that to have it extend a bit further into November is something I do not take for granted.

Rob is working late tonight. Leah, Alex and I are going to pick up our two pig shares (1/2 pig each) to our delight. I think there might be some bacon for dinner. Yes!

And then more mailing list correction, amendments and changes.

Sunday

The XC dinner was pleasant. Nice to see the students and parents all mixing it up. Nice slide show with tunes from the eighties...which showed our kids from 8th grade on. Seeing little skinny Alex and the big robust boy I have in such a short time is quite alarming. We promptly took Alex and a crew up to Barton Hall at Cornell for a concert with Passion Pit (?). It was a good time (or so our boy said). It is a beautiful sunny day in the sixties today (which makes the snow on the east coast even more hard to imagine).

I washed la stinkerina this a.m. post my shower...but not fully clothed and functioning. She wasn't real happy--but got herself into the tub of dishsoap spritzed water and nervously shook. I talked and cajoled her to calm down, which she finally did. After a rinse and another handful of soap, squeegy-ing her long hair, towel drying and then using a hair drier on her...she was fine and awarded with a fried egg as a treat. Guess what? She still stinks. Wow. Two years of smell.

Our half pig portion will be ready to pick up at Treegate Farm on Tuesday. How wonderful. It almost make the freezer melt down a happier thing. Almost.

I have been thinking about the masks and the sociological stories they could tell. Maybe some teeshirts will come out of the mix. Like a white girl-blonde hair mask with a quote about womenhood or just the word "princess". The masks for females are so disturbing in their view of what women represented at the time, what women could do and contribute. There were no housewife masks. There were not PTA president masks. There were no bridge club member masks nor masks of church ladies. It was vamps and not too many tramps (unless movie stars qualified as tramps). It was good professions (nurses and superheros) but no female pirates. Witches and some bitches. But not heroic or anything noble for women like the boy costumes. Unless of course, you want to be a cute kitten or a cartoon bunny. Now, its trying to think about how to work my own hand into these mask ideas.

Fall back. Bring on the darkness.

Furious pie

Halloween Masks: Skulltime, Q. Casseti, 2011, Adobe Illustrator CS5I am sitting here in the kitchen with two pies in the oven to take to the annual TBXC dinner tonight to celebrate the accomplishments of this years cross country team. Apple with craisins. It should be fun, to the point and then we have the prime opportunity to take Alex up to Cornell for a concert that he and a crew from the high school are psyched to go to. We had two of Alex’s friends for the night, and I throughly enjoyed gossiping with them before Alex got home. So fun.

Last night’s performance of “A Bagful of Fables” was great. It was a series of short one acts, linked by Aesop introducing the fable, summing up the former one, and making some sort of dramatic reference or two to remind the audience that this is a performance. The cast was all in colored tee shirts and grey sweatpants with minimal props and sets. It was all very well done…and to speak as the proud mama I am, Alex stole the show. He is a big energy and personality on the stage, totally comfortable in his body and is coordinated and graceful. He has a comedic aspect which, I think if he were to do more of this, might be interesting to see what and how he would develop. I was delighted in his performances as well as his obvious happiness in the performance, the community and the work he accomplished. Win Win. So worth the time.

On November 18-9 ,w e are going to see Landmark College, a 2 yr. accredited college in Vermont, committed to teaching learning methodologies (through skills and technology) to exclusively to students with learning disabilities. They give the students tools to learn, grow and be able to keep up in a college environment and then help them move to a four year program to finalize their studies. I am, to put it mildly, very optimistic about this opportunity and giving our student the understanding, the community, the help and tools that frankly he did not get. He was the child that was left behind. There is no end to my venom around that little catch all government phrase that sums up my children’s educational experience—around testing and not around learning. It was around mainstreaming and not teaching to each child and his/her method of learning/processing. It is about ignoring the symptoms of a child struggling and not ONE teacher, aide, principal, counselor questioning if the child is truly being served, truly learning or just keeping “within the lines” (or within the sweep of Alex as a Farmer in “A Bagful of Fables, 11/04/2011, Q. Cassetti“standards”) to run them through the public k-12 offering. The school’s responsibility is to provide support in order for a student to learn. They missed that here. And, so much more. However, I am being negative and should focus on that which is good. I have a strong student, a smart student, and one who does not totally loathe himself. I have a student that can be educated to move forward postitively and we have the means to support that study (nothing like saving like a squirrel for years and years). Not withstanding, the system failed us. Unforgiveably so. I hurt inside and hurt for my child. I need to focus on the potential for the future…but anger is my middle name…

Shady Grove still stinks. I have two cats wrapped around my ipad/ ipad keyboard. All three pets grunting and moaning in their sleep. It should feel restful, but the constant heaving and squeaking is a bit disturbing.

More masks. I may start drawing a few (ink) and then either redrawing in illustrator or modifying in photoshop before coloring them as they are pretty basic, and then they would be all mine to do with what I want. Rob wants to prototype them as real masks….I just want to do illustrations.  And more illustration and more.

I was musing this morning over the opportunity to make a little cookbook for Kitty and Alex of all their favorites with of course, illustrations from me, and photos of them….I think I might make this a years project and then do it as either a lulu.com or blurb book. It would be fun to be a little Provensen with it.

New opportunitity alert! with Minted.com. Minted is one of those on demand printing sites where you can get ink on paper for cards etc. with your child’s picture so instead of sending mom and dad little baby’s picture with a Kodak card, you can get it on “real” paper. Minted has upped that game with for real paper (Mohawk Superfine is their standby with an upgrade to a pearlescent paper), and with designed “shells” that have nice typography, cute illustration and basically, good graphics with good taste. Nice fonts, tasteful illustration, clean layouts. Now, you do have to pay for this (“hello Kodak, you are looking mighty affordable these days)—but the results are really nice. I have to dig deeper to see if I can do some design for their design challenge and get a shell printed. Wouldn’t that be cool? Maybe there is a shell that could hold pix of my kids for the fam? Not everything needs to be totally custom custom? right?

We will see. Some new illustration opportunities on the horizon. I wish I could talk about them, but alas….

Coming home

Halloween Masks: Casper (the not so friendly, ghost), Q. Cassetti, 2011, Adobe illustratorFriday!

Its been quite a week. Tonight we have Alex’s performance. Rumors over Facebook have been positive about his skills and performance, so I am excited to see what he can do! I will also being doing double duty by shooting the drama for the yearbook. Better charge up the batteries!

Rob is home today to futz with slide presentations and the thises and thats he cannot address given his wild work weeks. We are plotting out our weekends in a strategic way between now and Christmas as each open weekend is another opportunity to see a school or travel in some other way. Dizzying.

Big J arrived last night (the big  HORSE) and was delighted by his travels and surprised by the new freedom he has  in a big pasture with a stream he can drink out of, grass he can nibble and other horses to watch and learn from. This is a horse from the desert who lived in a small pen at a public stable (nice but confining) and relyed on being ridden to get his exercise. He has come to a very beautiful farm with other horses…and if I had four legs and a mane, I would be dumbstruck. The only glitch to the whole thing is the electric fence which he is quickly learning about. Hard lessons…ow! From Gloria’s description, perhaps Justin, albeit a California horse, might have come home too. At least, that’s my whimsical way of looking at it.

Speaking of coming home, I was delighted to talk to Jacob’s dad yesterday. There is some desire that Jacob join us after Christmas to spend the time until he goes back to college with us. I posed that to the home team and the response was immediate and beyond enthusiastic. So, we are going to swell our ranks for the new year and have tons of extra friends and musicians dropping in to gather and hang out. Should make for a jolly holiday!

As you can see, the masks continue. I am still learning….and thinking about them, their iconography, the techniques and some of the stylistic tricks. Gotta pack that all in my small brain and then turn whirr on to see what comes out the other side. Should be interesting.

Just signed a pile of posters for the Ulysses Philomathic Library dinner for tomorrow night. They are selling signed prints of the Bicentennial Owl for $10. A nice way to raise a little money.

Gotta go.

Getting in the groove.

Halloween Mask: Bunny, Q. Cassetti, 2011, Adobe IllustratorStill stinky here. The black one wafts around with a little cloud of diesel inspired scent…and we always know where she is. Its a bit tedious— and its only been a day. From what I have read, the oily skunkiness can last as long as 2 years. I am bored now…imagine two years from now. Maybe we will be lucky enough that she will not be sprayed again (or at least for two years so it can wear out).

Alex’s first show was today. Unfortunately, I had a phone call that I had to make so as not to make the elementary and middle school performance. Poor dude, he is worn out and done with all of this. Next week, no play and no XC…so its from pressure to other pressures and work. It just keeps going and going. I am looking forward to his work as the wind (he is the wind in a fable…and it seems he is feeling it).

Justin, the big California Horse (Cap C, Cap H, Cap HORSE), arrives via the night train tonight (anytime after 5) to the cold weather. Gloria told me that his long coat was a problem in LA and she was constantly worrying about his electrolytes and water consumption. This big warhorse will grow a nice long coat and hopefully be able to handle the snow and cold. There is a lot of excitement around his arrival. Its been a long journey for him. A nice dry stall that is not moving will be a relief.

Ben Cooper 1980 (catalog page)

Busy with the masks as you can see. Between this bunny and the cat, the idea of developing my own character designs seem feasable. I am learning a bit about this styling, how things are handled for cute, how things are handled for scary, how things are handled for funny/cute. I am curious about the illustrators/artists who created these mask characters. Need to do some research and see what I can dig up. I was reading another internet clip, and they were referring to these halloween costumes as folk art. Hmmm. What do you think?

Check out these cool box graphics from the Ben Cooper Boxes. I love the benday dot…and the line treatment. Does this look like graphic design work? or illustration? Which side of the desk will this sit on? Neato Coolville>> I just ran into a bunch of vintage Kiss masks…Whoa. Kiss…and some of them have yucky frizzy hair attached to the vacformed face.

Stinky

Halloween Mask: Cute Cat, Q. Cassetti, 2011, Adobe Illustrator, CS5KItty and Kaitlin and Ari just left this noon with the sun bright in the sky, clutching the gigantic nutella jar I had as a backup to the one they had day one of school. They were thrilled to bits as they had already (among 8 of these students) eaten the first of the 11 lb. containers of this chocolate/ hazelnut spread. Onward! To more school, to heated living and studying spaces, to the next stretch before Thanksgiving. It was lovely to visit with them—and I hope they get back to the Shire safely.

Kitty was given two vintage Marimekko dresses which looked fabulous on her (and she knows it). One of them will have a new life on the contradance circuit (Kitty is not fond of the india print skirt ethos but wants something with plenty of fabric that will swirl and spin. The other in a lovely black and white print with a high waistline and 3/4 length sleeves she was wearing looking the peak of chic. She was positively delighted. Three generations of Cassetti ladies have worn these…with the happy dancing princess the current owner.

Shady Grove had a skunk encounter last night getting sprayed in her face…and missing most all else. So around 9 p.m. we cranked up a combination of Hydrogen Peroxide, baking soda and dish soap and then finished her in a bath. Kitty was upfront and center with this (bless her) with me providing wing support on left, Rob on right. Shady was a good girl and was very patient with us down to getting into the bath and lying as still as can be as we lathered her up with Lemon Dawn. She still has that Eau de Skunk stink…but she isnt dominant with it. Gloria and I went to the local farm store, Agway  this a.m. to get stuff for Gloria’s horse, Justin and a new collar for Shady (florescent orange hunting collar for now). Loved spending a bit of time at Agway checking out all the lovely esoterica having to do with farming and animals, the different products, harnesses, ropes, boots, and the complete Carhartt collection.

Things are settling down here. Plans are falling into place happily. I am busy drawing these masks…and thinking a bit further out for the masks I need to design myself once I have the mask chops down. Interesting. Rob thinks we should screen print and vacform them and sell them as one off art pieces…? Your thoughts about that? I am more interested in making the pix….and not product that is an outgrowth. I am busy learning and thinking about these masks—so I am on a new channel.

More later.

 

No more princesses and vampires, for this year.

Halloween Mask: Witch, Q. Cassetti, 2011 Adobe Illustrator CS5Halloween was cold outside. Down coat cold. No boots on the fairy princesses. Kitty and gang carved some gorgeous pumpkins and put 50 lumieres down the walk. We handed out a ton of candy and it was all done by 8:30 p.m. It was another clear and dry evening at least.

Kitty is wonderful. It has been nice to have a little visit with her. She is beginning to focus, to reach out, to make connections, to take more risks, to go out on the edge, to go beyond her fear. She took a hat making course which she LOOOVED. They were presented original straw hat forms, and some tools with access to ribbons and bows which Kitty transformed into a “Jane Austen bonnet”.  The teacher was an original that she cottoned to…marvelling in how creative and interesting millinary really is. Maybe more work there. Could be a fun thing. Her Rennaissance Art History Class at Mt. Holyoke she loves too. She is throughly enjoying being part of the drama community, the costumes, the shop, the people. She is a dancing girl—and a girl that goes to parties (that girl wasnt here last year). So, I couldnt be happier in her open attitude, happiness, and change. We love her friends too.

Alex is heads down with the drama production. He is so solid…and great. I hope it will be a great success. There are all sorts of XC events this weekend (along with dishes to pass)

I baked a few of the apples I got this weekend from Kingtown Apples (a half bushel (mixed) for $8). Down they went for lunch. Everyone was very happy. I had totally forgotten how easy and pleasing baked apples are. Even the most simple style, sugar and cinnamon are a treat. Low in fat…and tasty/warm.

I have done something interesting that maybe you might want to try too. There is a cool feature/offering from Google called “Google Alerts”. You can set up topics you want to be alerted to what is new…and I have put Fraktur, Trumansburg, Ben Cooper and Q. Cassetti as my alerts. From that, I get an email that tells me about what is new. I found out that my bee work was cited in Dappled Sky.com. Additionally, my work was shown on a cool urban farming blog, Brooklyn Homesteader.com, again, another grouping of bee images.

As you can see, I am happy with my masks. More to come. They are so odd…and oddly engaging.

Boo!

Halloween Mask: Frankenstein, Q. Cassetti, 2011, Adobe Illustrator CS5Funny what happens! Kitty called yesterday around noon. Hampshire had evacuated campus due to the electricity being knocked out—and she was trying to figure out what to do. Twenty four hours later, we have Kitty, and two friends here, eating, watching t.v. and hopefully carving the pumpkins and making Halloween for tonight’s activities. They all have had snuggly beds, hot tubs, cups of tea and soup and slices of quick bread. So, yesterday’s proposed afternoon of cooking became significantly bigger with a vegetarian Pizza Rustica, two cranberry recipes (one sauce made with mulled cider and lemon juice and a cold one), the gravy for bird day. Lots of prepping and cooking.

New week, new work. Trying to close down some projects as so many are opening up. Can you imagine, its almost November 1? What happened?

New masks in process. A pretty wierd witch. Then, I think Uncle Sam…

More later

Rolling

Halloween Mask: Devil, Q. Cassetti, 2011 Adobe Illustrator CS5I am off to the Shure Save to get the basics and fixings for pizza rustica for my little boy. Alex has play play play practice this week, so something that goes into the fridge that he likes and wants, and can be quickly miked up to take it off the cold is in order. I floated the idea of pizza rustica and he flipped (quietly, but that is how he rolls). Afters yesterday’s prep and chop, today seems simple with pumpkin carving and turkey gravy making.

I googled gravy to see if there was anything that I wasn’t doing…and it seems like I do it all right (no one mentioned browning the flour which is something I do— my mom always did…and I think it makes a difference). The cornbread, banana bread and stuffing awaits in the freezer. What next? I know, cranberries…but forget buying them before Halloween. As of Tuesday, we will be on it. I am thinking of doing two cranberries—one chunky and the other more of a real sauce. Ideas?

I am smitten with doing research on these odd halloween masks. Its curious, but there is a little bit of my love of old circus poster illustrations combined with the crazy palette of the sixties (I found a purple gorilla that is outstanding), combined with a sixties headset of what was good/acceptable imagery and symbols for little children to represent. The only girl costumes were fair haired princesses and raggedy ann (all with white fleshtones). If you were a girl of color, you either had to be white or a monster/witch. Twisted. Talk about a generation needing to change. Imagine your self image if you were neither statuesque and blond with perfect skin, or a white dollbaby. But then again, we didnt have a female head of the department of state or a supreme court justice. Thankfully, that has changed.

You will find more pictures coming from this as I am learning stuff…mainly how to add detail and depth, and how to create high vis pings and flecks. I was just blabbing on the other day to my audience (Rob and Alex) on how I want to be able to think out a real live “sports” icon…and this is good training. Plus, this will morph to the clown project I have been waiting to do. So, wait long enough, something will click…the pen or the electronic pen just has to keep moving. I now do not have enough time in the day to do what I want to do. Who hoooo. However, the usual question pops up, who would want these things? And the answer always is, who cares?!

Time to roll to the store and pumpkin patch.

ready to rumba

TJ is under the stove, trying to gather all the heat into his old body. Mr. White (a cat with tapeworm or something as eating is something that he is continually doing to no real result) is languishing under a suspended lamp and Mei Mei is. There is something wonderful about cats and heat. We got Alex up for an early (7 am) bus for Marathon--and I promptly went back to bed--to arise with Rob gone (we wen to the meet), a hot dog rump (Shady curled up next to me...critter bliss) and thoughts about seating plans for Thanksgiving. We are up to 21. So, its enough to worry a girl. Food and then, who sits where...We have our sensitive folks, our strong women and family. We will see.

So, i got my lazy bones out of the cloud bliss that Shady provided and clambered downstairs. There was a stinky fridge, stuff that needed to be processed and as a part of that process, some cooking to take the food to something to eat. So, I tossed, bagged, washed and chopped. We have 3 small bags of the most elegant of my discoveries, organic celery. All about flavor. Not about ants on a log. I chopped and cleaned a massive bunch of organic leeks (love the CSA), washed them and divided them into 3 bags for soup and stew. Ready to rumba. Then I made a triple order of cornbread and a loaf of banana bread (4 rotting bananas on the counter). The turkey stock was brought in from the porch. I scraped the surface fat off and then put the pot on a low simmer to get the stock to a straining point. Stock is drained. Fat is off. Piles of tiny bones, processed and ready to go. If only I had a school project having to do with reconstructing dinosaur bones, I would be so set. Just to sum up, I cooked a bit today. And froze a bit. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving gravy day.

Gloria is here after a long trip across country with a long time spent with middle America...you know, Cracker Barrel and all that. It sounds like it was a 2011 version of Ulysses. But she is here, and Justin, the horse is now officially on his way.

We were hanging out at the Rongo last night...no end to people dressed up as zombies. The Stringbusters came dressed up as the Village People, bringing a ton of people. Make note, Stringbusters= crowd. It was fun hanging out with old and new friends--swapping gossip and tales, teasing each other and getting the low down.

I am on the whole halloween costume thing of the 60s and 70s. I have 3 images that point at that. It is fun, relatively fast, and new for me.
More later. It is a nice fusion of wood type illustration and kitch. Fun.