ePick
Thanks Jordon Essoe for the ePick!!
http://www.sfgate.com/eguide/epicks/#art
a couple of corrections though:
The cover of Bob Dylan's All I Really Want To Do is by Sonny and Cher (not the Byrds) and only Amy Berk is a wife and mother.
Friday, July 28, 2006
EPick
ePick
Thanks Jordon Essoe for the ePick!!
http://www.sfgate.com/eguide/epicks/#art
a couple of corrections though:
The cover of Bob Dylan's All I Really Want To Do is by Sonny and Cher (not the Byrds) and only Amy Berk is a wife and mother.
Big Bozo Visits Shed Last Night
Visitor Last Night
My dad had a visitor last night. Luckily, he said he's taken all of his guns out of his house to remove the temptation ....
My dad had a visitor last night. Luckily, he said he's taken all of his guns out of his house to remove the temptation ....
Monday, July 24, 2006
Montana Part Eight: Good Housekeeping
Montana Part Eight:
Good Housekeeping
I've made many references in the descriptions of my work to the influence that my mother has had on my artmaking -- her obsession with decorating our home while I was growing up and her love and making of craft-based work. She was actually the first person to introduce me to murals! When I was three, she painted a huge flower mural on my bedroom wall (it's true -- the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree). I've just recently asked her to look for pictures of this -- she said that she does still have the fabric from the duvet and curtains that she made for the room, a floral design in olive green, turquoise, and white -- can't wait to see that again!
These are two small paintings that my mom did when I was about two. The one on the left is supposed to be her twin sister (I think I know now where I developed my obsession for getting a turtle); and the one the right is me. very cute!
So now I present to you -- the home I grew up (from 5 - 16) in it's current decor.
When I was growing up, the house was an olive green (as was our jeep) ... and that's just the start.
We used to have a huge pine tree (where the lamp near the car is) and a cluster of giant silver oaks on the far right corner. -- it had a much woodsier feel to it.
View from our house looking down the block (Jack Nicholson and Marlon Brando lived down the street in 1975 while they were filming The Missouri Breaks)
Starting with the kitchen. This is how it looks today.
When I was growing up it was apple green and white. All of the cupboards were painted apple green and where the blue and white wall paper on the stove top island is was an apple green and white gingham -- as was the fabric on the window shades (though a larger pattern). The floor was white tile.
The very seventies stone wall divider between kitchen and living room.
The living room today (though it's the classic misnomer since very little time is actually spent in the room). The textiles and pillow coverings are pieces that I've brought back from Indonesia and India over the years.
When I was growing up, the carpet was a green/gold shag; the curtains were olive green velvet; the couches were upholstered with a blue and gold/green plaid; the table cloth on the dining table had the same plaid as the couches; and the far wall near the dining area table was filled with a large collection of owl paintings in all different styles (my brother now owns the collection).
And now for my favorite room, which hasn't been redecorated over all these years. When I was nine my parents added an addition to our house that included this large room, with a spiral wood staircase that leads up to a skylit balcony and a smaller bedroom (it was my room for several years -- and now is my mother's office). To this day, we still call the room "the new room."
Good Housekeeping
I've made many references in the descriptions of my work to the influence that my mother has had on my artmaking -- her obsession with decorating our home while I was growing up and her love and making of craft-based work. She was actually the first person to introduce me to murals! When I was three, she painted a huge flower mural on my bedroom wall (it's true -- the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree). I've just recently asked her to look for pictures of this -- she said that she does still have the fabric from the duvet and curtains that she made for the room, a floral design in olive green, turquoise, and white -- can't wait to see that again!
These are two small paintings that my mom did when I was about two. The one on the left is supposed to be her twin sister (I think I know now where I developed my obsession for getting a turtle); and the one the right is me. very cute!
So now I present to you -- the home I grew up (from 5 - 16) in it's current decor.
When I was growing up, the house was an olive green (as was our jeep) ... and that's just the start.
We used to have a huge pine tree (where the lamp near the car is) and a cluster of giant silver oaks on the far right corner. -- it had a much woodsier feel to it.
View from our house looking down the block (Jack Nicholson and Marlon Brando lived down the street in 1975 while they were filming The Missouri Breaks)
Starting with the kitchen. This is how it looks today.
When I was growing up it was apple green and white. All of the cupboards were painted apple green and where the blue and white wall paper on the stove top island is was an apple green and white gingham -- as was the fabric on the window shades (though a larger pattern). The floor was white tile.
The very seventies stone wall divider between kitchen and living room.
The living room today (though it's the classic misnomer since very little time is actually spent in the room). The textiles and pillow coverings are pieces that I've brought back from Indonesia and India over the years.
When I was growing up, the carpet was a green/gold shag; the curtains were olive green velvet; the couches were upholstered with a blue and gold/green plaid; the table cloth on the dining table had the same plaid as the couches; and the far wall near the dining area table was filled with a large collection of owl paintings in all different styles (my brother now owns the collection).
And now for my favorite room, which hasn't been redecorated over all these years. When I was nine my parents added an addition to our house that included this large room, with a spiral wood staircase that leads up to a skylit balcony and a smaller bedroom (it was my room for several years -- and now is my mother's office). To this day, we still call the room "the new room."
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Montana Part Seven: Final Days
Montana Part Seven: Final Days
After Carolyn and Ayano left on Wednesday (July 5th), I spent the next four days with my parents in Billings and Red Lodge. As a child growing up there, I loved and appreciated the natural beauty of the state, though as I grew older during high school, I yearned for a more cosmopolitan lifestyle and had dreams of moving to a real city -- Montana felt so remote and disconnected from the rest of the world. Now, after having moved away many years ago and lived in Boston and San Francisco, I have a greater appreciation for the life and history of my home state. I love spending time with my parents, who are both very interesting and engaging people. They're great historians of Montana and have become my best resources. I also love hearing their personal stories of life there over so many years.
From my mom: the time that a horse galloped into her backyard and ended up sticking its head through the backdoor screen; the time that she found a baby deer in the back yard; the bat she found in the bathroom sink that she believed was plastic and had been planted there by my brothers as a joke -- and learned it was real when she went to pick it up and it squealed; the woodpecker that got stuck in the fireplace; and the time she went out in the backyard at dusk to find seven little owls lined up on the tree limb with their heads all rotating in sync.
From my dad: the time he woke up to find a baby moose on his deck; the bear he had to shoot several years ago because it repeatedly destroyed his deck during the night -- of course, he then had to call the authorities and turn himself in, which resulted in a hefty fine; and the woman who was stomped to death by a moose near his home. She was a tourist, and this happens all the time -- not the stomping part, but tourists who come out to visit and treat the wild animals as though they're like dogs or cats, trying to get close to them to get a good photo or pet them(?!). Not a good idea! A couple of years ago I got trapped for over an hour when I went for hike with one of the dogs (a border collie, who was as nervous as I was) and we came across two moose, a bull (male) and a cow (female) and had to wait for them to move on before we could hike back to the cabin.
dinner with dad and mom in Red Lodge
Red Lodge
The infamous Snow Creek Saloon. My dad told Carolyn, Ayano, and I that we were not to even step foot in the place because of its dangerous atmosphere; he told us that the majority of the cases he prosecuted stemmed from some association with the Snow Creek.
Red Lodge at dusk
Red Lodge
Dad's new office -- love the brick
road to dad's
dad's truck loaded with firewood -- probably the tree that he was chopping when a piece landed on his foot and broke it.
downtown Billings
train tracks Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
mural in downtown Billings
downtown Billings
Great refinished old truck
Another one, not refinished
Toilet paper hit -- this was a regular activity when I was in junior high
After Carolyn and Ayano left on Wednesday (July 5th), I spent the next four days with my parents in Billings and Red Lodge. As a child growing up there, I loved and appreciated the natural beauty of the state, though as I grew older during high school, I yearned for a more cosmopolitan lifestyle and had dreams of moving to a real city -- Montana felt so remote and disconnected from the rest of the world. Now, after having moved away many years ago and lived in Boston and San Francisco, I have a greater appreciation for the life and history of my home state. I love spending time with my parents, who are both very interesting and engaging people. They're great historians of Montana and have become my best resources. I also love hearing their personal stories of life there over so many years.
From my mom: the time that a horse galloped into her backyard and ended up sticking its head through the backdoor screen; the time that she found a baby deer in the back yard; the bat she found in the bathroom sink that she believed was plastic and had been planted there by my brothers as a joke -- and learned it was real when she went to pick it up and it squealed; the woodpecker that got stuck in the fireplace; and the time she went out in the backyard at dusk to find seven little owls lined up on the tree limb with their heads all rotating in sync.
From my dad: the time he woke up to find a baby moose on his deck; the bear he had to shoot several years ago because it repeatedly destroyed his deck during the night -- of course, he then had to call the authorities and turn himself in, which resulted in a hefty fine; and the woman who was stomped to death by a moose near his home. She was a tourist, and this happens all the time -- not the stomping part, but tourists who come out to visit and treat the wild animals as though they're like dogs or cats, trying to get close to them to get a good photo or pet them(?!). Not a good idea! A couple of years ago I got trapped for over an hour when I went for hike with one of the dogs (a border collie, who was as nervous as I was) and we came across two moose, a bull (male) and a cow (female) and had to wait for them to move on before we could hike back to the cabin.
dinner with dad and mom in Red Lodge
Red Lodge
The infamous Snow Creek Saloon. My dad told Carolyn, Ayano, and I that we were not to even step foot in the place because of its dangerous atmosphere; he told us that the majority of the cases he prosecuted stemmed from some association with the Snow Creek.
Red Lodge at dusk
Red Lodge
Dad's new office -- love the brick
road to dad's
dad's truck loaded with firewood -- probably the tree that he was chopping when a piece landed on his foot and broke it.
downtown Billings
train tracks Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
downtown Billings
mural in downtown Billings
downtown Billings
Great refinished old truck
Another one, not refinished
Toilet paper hit -- this was a regular activity when I was in junior high
Saturday, July 15, 2006
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