when i realized that part of the reason i am somewhat blocked in my studio is because of the overwhelming quantities of creative work amassed and hoarded, i decided it was time to release it. because i want it to just GO, i have priced it embarrassingly … well … cheap.
and besides, etsy is sort of fun. cobaltika now at etsy. please visit? thank you!
let the spamming begin. i’ll start here.
i now have an etsy shop. here.
i am totally clearing out my studio and surrounding cupboards and eventually even the basement stash, too, although i may wait and do that in the front yard come summer. those things are bigger and framed. i feel so blocked. i just can’t bear to add any more *stuff*, no matter how wonderful or interesting, no matter how much i love the sheer making of it. so i am hoping a release will make a difference.
i thought if i were going to all the trouble to scan and upload things, i should just put it all on my own site in a gallery, but. um. i don’t think anyone really visits cobaltika anymore. i have been stale there for the last couple of years.
so i really don’t like using my journal space as an advertising device, but once in a while i will mention that there is quite a bit of good stuff on my etsy for almost give-away prices. i just want them all to have new homes. no more hoarding.
and hey. i am happy to network and heart my online friends who also have shops.
and then i decided that not only did the journal page not have to *say* anything. it did not have to *be about* anything either.
and then it was all more fun.
in my room in january
i feel a little self-absorbed this weekend. caught up in my own things. of course i allow my poet in. he feels like part of me. but i haven’t been as friendly as i hoped i might this weekend. i don’t communicate enough. i didn’t call my mother this morning. or the girls this weekend. well. it is better to catch them on weekdays, i suppose. but mostly it has been me, my work and my cameras. a beautiful snow and two good films (2046 and The Girl From Monday). some good food. tonight i cooked. the very very slow and creamy risotto and mushrooms and braised spinach. in butter! mmmph.
a snowy walk this afternoon. with jamcam. and the new brownie hawkeye, which i actually took apart and cleaned! i was so fucking proud, i am just not mechanical and the insides of *things* always terrify me. but i DID it. i felt so jaunty carrying the little boxy thing by its handle. jamcam dangled from the other paw. we stopped to visit with KT, who has the amazing yard and was shovelling her snow. i always feel so shy, but my poet was silly and lively and dancing about. he carved a meandering path on our sidewalk. sometimes i almost feel guilty to be so content. i mean really. i still go to the fluorescent prison each day, with never enough time at the artTable and the bills are always lurking and taunting, i still fret over my girlies and doubt the future.
but i am HAPPY.
laundryDay : january 2007
there is a fairyStory snow falling outside. we have good food, clean flannel sheets, a warm house, lots of books and a Chinese movie. i have the magazine to complete and a new toy camera to clean and load (Brownie Hawkeye Flash!). my headache is gone, thanks to 4 ibuprofen and a glass of red. the cornbread and collard greens smell so good i am nearly drooling. i walked in the alleys with Miss Jemima this afternoon and did not slide down and made some of my favorite images in a long time. i have not touched my artTable this week but traci and i went to the meeting of a new artGroup in town and it was great even though i felt like an imposter. i keep thinking about my creative direction and i am tired of wasting time, even though i know it is important to have busy hands. i have a tight and irritating knot in the middle of my back but mostly i am very very happy.
the ice has been frustrating when i have a new camera to play with & very little daylight time. today snow was forecast but i decided to sneak out for a while anyway.
it has been very icy here and i am quite bored of it. snow would be sweet, but sleet is not neat. i slid down twice on monday, once backward and once forward. though nothing was broken, i feel as if a house has fallen on me. every muscle aches. my favorite nailpolish camera was smashed to bits. there must be a babyJebus because miss jemima was not damaged. otherwise, it was fun hiking at the swamp on a very frigid day. now i am terrified to walk outside, as no one cleans their sidewalks here and i feel so unbalanced and clumsy as if i would fall again. i have experienced My First Vicodin. hmmmm. it is nice not to ache for a couple of hours, but i don’t quite understand why it is beloved of so many. i guess i’m just a happy wino!
i want to make pictures constantly, and i am ready for the ice to melt away please. i think i want a film camera. i want to learn something new.