Either it’s addictive or I am catching or maybe my family is just strange. Now my mom has gotten the art car bug and look what she did. These are Native American Flame symbols and she made herself some floor matts to go with <G> I told her she needs to bead her steering wheel. She makes incredible beadwork.

Well the first try of keeping the ribbon stuck on …FAILED!

AND the car won’t start and I am due some place.

Guess this is the fun of owning and making an art car <VBG>

 I have updated the website with some new stuff.

My QN 05 quilt is finally home!

Heavy Petting #1 was made for my friend from New Orleans who evacuated to my house with her hubby and 8 cats after Katrina

Detail of Solar Power
I spent most of the summer in Galveston.

Hourglass Figure
For the Ren Faire torture ladies at the corset shop

Sabrina Zarcos made a Biological Clock quilt which I loved. Here is my bio clock

I think I have figured out how to get the fabric onto the car. This is my second try. First I took a pic detail shot of “Doing the Can Can”
Next I  printed it onto canvas on my Epson 7800.
Next UV spray and then water resistant spray.
Then this was attached using spray adhesive.
A few coats of uv glossy rustoleum clear poly to seal.
Then I did the whole thing over with the ribbon.
The letters are foam.  

Below is my first try with Mod Podge. You could see through the fabric to the black car below even after the mod poge dried. Plus it was much messier. <G> I ripped this off

Native Americans had a reverence for the Earth that we have lost. Earth is our Mother and nurtures us. If we don’t have respect for Mother Earth and Father Sky, we will lose ourselves. I think part of our problem is we all spend so much time stuck inside. I sit on my porch every morning and look at the lake and take in some strength from nature.  I walk my dog on the beach every weekend and it sustains me. In the evening I am back on porch to see the moon and stars reflected on the lake

Go out… watch the sun set or rise. Reflect on life by staring into a lake. Remember that we part of something larger than ourselves.

YAHOO
Found out I can buy a huge pair of scissors instead of trying to make them.

Ice is an earlier work and one of the pieces I DID NOT take to the art center because I thought it was a little out there for the audience.

It took me a long time to press send on the previous post. I wondered if it would hurt me to say what I think. Then I thought “What am I thinking? Didn’t I become an artist because I had something to say?

It led me into something I have been pondering. How much do I censor myself? I used to worry about what the kids or hubby would think. Hubby has often looked a little puzzled..horses, tools???? Then he snorts, shakes his head and laughs out loud. So I know he gets the jokes.

Do any of you artists self censor and why?

Peace

To tell you the truth this is my one of my worst nightmares to have our country once more involved in a war. To see people  I care about being sent into combat with misinformation.  From the first moments of 9/11 i knew in my heart where this was all leading. That this horrible act would be used as an excuse to make war.

I was a teenager during Vietnam and at least during that war we saw the caskets of our fallen. Now they are not allowed to tape the kids coming home in body bags. We deserve the truth from our government and our media. We need to make sure none of our kids are sacrificed needlessly and that as long as they are fighting they have the support they need.

I hope at least one candidate for the next election will agree with me and that for one time since I was 21 (born 56 do the math) I will be happy with my choice  when the curtain closed and I pulled the lever.