Tuesday p.m.

Winter is creeping up on us. Quietly and stealthily. The trees are shaking their summer clothes off, and we have piles of amber leaves blanketing our front yard. There was frost on my car window this morning--easily scraped off with my library card. The light is lower and lower, earlier in the day...creeping quickly towards the coming weekend, and the end of Daylight Savings Time. The beginning of the velvet mornings and nights is soon.

I am busy doing tasks. Not big idea things...just little one offs that are driving me a bit cuckoo, but that is what we are paid for. I had an interesting opportunity drop in my lap with some possible work with a china and glass company doing decoration. We will see. 

Progress

Little Gems, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

Wow. So study hall at the Luckystone manifested rest and quiet for the both of us...with a nice dinner and a newly jiggered website/ blog/ portfolio for me with the hope of opening another retail outlet via this site on the near  horizon. I was so "off" Squarespace. I was feeling limited by the template and its lack of flexibility that I think this added to my malaise about writing to all of you. But, after a little searching around, I was able to change my template to a far more flexible tool, and with a little alteration here, and there, I am closer to what makes me happy--and will be a better tool to communicate with.  So, please be patient and you will have a little Q. store to shop, and a list of my favorite, most interesting and thought provoking resources I use (and will share) on the web.

Today I have an interview with an independent writer about my Valentines thesis which should be interesting. I have jotted down a few bullet points to make me sound a bit sharper than I am...and tried to recall the reason for Valentines for me. It boils down to a basic Q.Dna thing. I love symbols. Symbols are pictures chock filled with meaning...often related to tales, folk legends, and events. Those symbols are generally visual with some sort of ceremony, food and ideas that build a community (in the know) around them. My pictures are more often symbolic as are my logotypes. Even letterforms are symbolic. I came to this originally through the holidays and annual events which then morphed to an obsession with Christian symbology (art nerding out at museums and churches trying to find the most obtuse and odd symbols in murals, paintings and sculpture)> I am always on the lookout for symbols, for meaning and for faces. Just seems to poke out of everything I do.

Here and Now.

Back on the blog. Trying to be a good girl and get back to talking about the daily this and thats--sharing the stuff that keeps streaming out of the tip on my magical digital pencil.

That's right...all those pictures just flow out of the sharp end of my digital pencil...and all I have to do is hold on tight, and see what happens. Stream of consciousness...parts and pieces emerging... I have been streaming things from my recent trips, and from some of my rage at being American. Though, frankly, from the antics of the last few weeks, it all has left me breathless and gasping, trying to figure out what happened to rational negotiation, conversation and compromise--and instead bullying, brash and combattive behavior  mirroring the passionate child, stomping and storming to get attention due to the lack of sleep, lack of attention, hunger or patience. If only we could just hug these radicals and calm them down through little plates of food and quiet talk....but this is the hippy mommy moment that just isn't "real". I am still puzzling over where we go from here...from the brink to another brink? How can we be a bigger community of people who have more in common than the small things that separate us?  
Rob and I are sitting looking out over the lake with the rich, full autumnal clouds hovering over a purple lake listening to all the good radio we have here.... and having a little study hall. I am pondering the aspect of what is "Adirondack"--what is the style, the heart, the philosophy? What is it to be Adirondack? Is it all about camping and campfires? Is it old forests, deep woods, and dark skies? Is it mirrored water and scented balsam? Is it historical or is it now? Can it be both? What romance is there? How to people react to Adirondack beyond that that Ralph Lauren has fashioned?

I am also thinking about the local food movement--and the sad note that our unbelievably wonderful CSA is closing (not just for the season--but for now).  This will change things for 400 families in our area which is an opportunity either for someone to buy this place and run it as it has been run or for another farm to fill that need. It also points up that the Tburg Farmers Market has a place to step into the void if it wants to beyond our Wednesday market we currently sponsor. Something to consider.

Rob is pondering bigger, more intricate things....and the coffee keeps flowing. Feels almost like a vacation. A vacation with furniture moving (getting all the porch stuff stowed away)...and emptying the fridge (science projects have not been too extraordinary). There goes Rob again, doing something else productive...and I just sit here gabbing to you.

Big week of travel for Rob this week. Big week of holiday planning and production for me. My god. November is just five days away. I will have things at Sundrees and at Felicias for their Black Friday Event (local goods and services with brunch and Black Friday cocktails like the "Doorbuster"). So cards galore and little kits of the small stuff (I am currently calling that stuff "Tiny Table" as it is all kitchen, food, eating related), the cameos, and food jewels. We even have gummy bear necklaces (resin gummies)....Fun. But a heaping helping of extra work on top of the holidays. Plus, there is Thanksgiving to start prepping. 

Yikes. What happened to that vacation feeling?

quietly, gently.

Not much to say. Lots going on. Some nice travel (Rochester for a Rob speech, Sagamore twice for Sagabusiness). Been keeping busy with illustration, work, and the burgeoning card and trinkets business (big time burgeoning with two outlets)...and a lot of thinking about how to spread my stationery wings. There have been questions insofar as my silence, so I will at least post pix, and when there are short things to say, I will say them. Sorry for the silence--but I have been busy trying to get my act together. 

This wreath is from the My America Series. I got going on a jag thanks to my lovely time in South Utah, the red rocks, the pictograms, the inspiration which took me to local food (duh) and the three sisters (the cornerstone to the Native American culinary palette) : squash, corn and beans--a symbiotic triad from how they grow to the nutritional support they provide. Then, I of course, segued to wheat and corn for the US diet--GMO and otherwise...and I couldnt resist the pull of Swedish wheat, and french wheat arrangements. These are my "takes" on them....with brushes and illustrator trickery to allow me to make things human hands only wish they could do.  There are squash, there are squash, squash blossoms, and corn galore. I havent had the patience to render beans yet--but it is coming....I promise.

When Worlds Collide

My America: Kacina Studies, Q. Cassetti 2013

"Nothing has ever been outside the solar bubble before. Nothing."

"It's a whole new journey of exploration," Stone said. "It's the first journey between the stars. It's like sailing on the ocean for the first time after leaving land. We're out in this cosmic sea. Most of the universe, by the way, is this kind of interstellar stuff. This will give us information about most of the volume of the Milky Way."

Ed Stone, chief scientist for the Voyager Mission.

Appropos of nothing, I love the news that NASA's Voyager has gone into deep space.... with significantly less memory than our current cell phones(240,000 times what the little Voyager has)--answering hopes of scientists. Another scientific "Little Engine that Could" story much like the adorable Mars rovers who surprised us all with their nimble, unplanned for long lives and the information and treasures they beamed back to us on this small planet we all spin on. More dreams made real (and more often better than our expectations) courtesy of our fellow artists (who can do math and physics) the scientists.

I have been digging around in the world of Hopi and Zuni Kachinas as well as kachinas rendered (with symbols) in jewelry. I am very charged up about it...and am working on a few illustrations to go into My America as this is the best stuff from the original people. Kachinas, if you are unfamiliar with them are: (from Wikipedia):

Kachinas are spirits or personifications of things in the real world. A kachina can represent anything in the natural world or cosmos, from a revered ancestor to an element, a location, a quality, a natural phenomenon, or a concept. There are more than 400 different kachinas in Hopi and Pueblo culture. The local pantheon of kachinas varies in each pueblo community; there may be kachinas for the sun, stars, thunderstorms, wind, corn, insects, and many other concepts. Kachinas are understood as having humanlike relationships; they may have uncles, sisters, and grandmothers, and may marry and have children. Although not worshipped,[2] each is viewed as a powerful being who, if given veneration and respect, can use their particular power for human good, bringing rainfall, healing, fertility, or protection, for example. One observer has written:[3]

"The central theme of the kachina [religion] is the presence of life in all objects that fill the universe. Everything has an essence or a life force, and humans must interact with these or fail to survive."

Kachinas are live and dance for special tribal events and are rendered as dolls (Katchina Dolls) and are used to educate children about historical events, things in nature and about life and living. The more I engage in these symbolic characters, the more I fall in love with their stories, their ideas, their link to the land and the Southwest. Interestingly, they also could be grouped in with my love of Erzgebirge Angels and Miners, Nutcrackers and truly in parallel, the Japanese myths, legends and characters rooted in Yokai. The parallels are that there are these folk characters who are used to explain everyday life, those things spiritual, and those unexplainable cultural circumstances that as a parent, the unsatifactory answer is " well, because I say so" (otherwise no answer). I am charmed by the overlap despite the extreme differences in culture and look forward to thinking around the comparisons and the work that could evolve from this. I have Val T. to thank for this delve because of his excitement around the topic for his own work which will be sublime, smart and amazing. This is just me messing in his sandbox a bit...but he will OWN it.

Lunch beckons. 

First Day of Fall

I am back in the saddle. Ready to go. Its the first day of fall....at least for me as our lives have changed back from a table for What a week from dropping both Kitty and Alex off, to Kitty's robbery, with the states of New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Vermont, Pennsylvania (airport), Nevada and Utah. I saw a lot. Experienced a ton, and now am happy to settle back in to work away. Alex has me charged with fixing up his 4ormat.com site (nice, plain vanilla wrappers on simple/effective portfolio sites). I also need to track down a book and get our old fashioned, film cameras prepped and sent as he is taking a film photography course this semester. I think he is going to love it.  I am, as an aside, thrilled we are in the era of digital cameras as the film thing was too expensive and too technical. It is fun having my brand spanking new fabulous Canon EOS-M ( a mirrorless, small SLR camera that I got on an amazing special thanks to the prompting of my perfect husband, Mr. Wonderful). I get sharpness I never, ever got with the point and shoots. Love not having to reconstruct my images in Photoshop...and love love love now shooting in raw format. Much more control, quicker to fix and bad ass to say; "well, you don't shoot raw?".  What with my soon to be David Lynch haircut and a real camera, I might be looking like a creative too! Imagine!

Kitty is busy getting into the swing of being back at school without credentials and phone...but hopefully with this week, she have phone in hand and a passport. What a unfun thing she had to go through. 

I am still thinking and sketching around My America and am so excited about Kachina Dolls thanks to Val Taylor and our brief chat about his time in Arizona, his imminent illustration project, the cliff dwelling people and his thinking around that. So, I am googling away on that to see what surfaces that can be shoved into my America....as I love Hopi art and a marriage with the pattern brushes might make for something interesting. 

The holiday card for my client goes out today for its second go round. I hope there is something there. If not, bring it on...be can go on and on on this one.

Sublime to Ridiculous

To continue on my little journey:

Yesterday, the highlight of my day was the two and a half hours in the car with Val Taylor, a well read, funny person regaling me with tales of children and art, family and his knowledge of Utah, Utah history, LDS history, and Native American tribes. Wow. There is nothing like seeing the countryside with a well-versed native who loves his people, his place, his history with a scoop of funny and fun thrown in.  The time flew by along with landscapes that would make  Albert Bierstadt salivate.  It was remarkable.

Val told me about the St. George LDS Temple (the oldest one) and how the Mormons had to bury the foundation of the Salt Lake Temple to protect it from the forces who were coming to kill the Mormon men. He told me about his strong and industrious grandmother who had rolls of quilts framing her dining room for the Relief Society ladies to work on all year long and that the only day that the quilts did not reside in the dining room was Thanksgiving when his grandfather was charged with moving them to make room for all the family. He told me about the canning and the cidermaking they made back east. We talked about his new body of work (look out world) wrapping Kachinas, and stories, his knowledge of the Hopi and others, into a wonderful, decorative, chock fulll of detail series that frankly, I am holding my breath to see.  We talked about his teaching, his children and the new path that has been made for him to grow and expand. Val is in a change period and he is embracing it with humor, intelligence and sparkle. It has been a delight to get to know him better, breath the Utah air with him, and begin to see the world a bit with his lens. I am so grateful that I had this really eye opening time with Val and Ron. Kind of a Hartford Art School experience without all the lecture demonstrations, and all the buzz that was so energizing for me. Maybe a Utah reunion?

The Aria at night, Q. Cassetti

So, from the sacred and solid to the ephemeral and profane.  Val dropped me off at the Aria, a resort hotel (newest member of the MGM properties in Las Vegas). Very snappy, very service-y with all sorts of folks in uniforms wanting to make your day happy and your visit spectacular. The lobby is towering with enormous nested flower arrangements with lilies, orchids, pumpkins and other really amazingly high chroma (and pretty tasteful for the extreme colorations) tumbling down elegantly. Every  opportunity to have a display, a window, an advertisement, a scrolling menu, a touchscreen interface--there was one--big bold and amazing...no museum graphics here--but something to sit up and take notice about--from the enormous Buddha in the lobby (you can rub his bronzed belly or leave money for luck) to the bird chairs by the sculptural waterfall near the path to catch a cab, art and signage, display and promotion link arm in arm in Las Vegas.

After finding my room walking through the ligthweight part of the casino--by coffee shops, bars, and patisseries) I put my things down in a very comfy, beautiful and tasteful room. Everything from the lights, to the window shades, to the blinds are operated electrically and took a minute to find the guidebooks and make a go of it. I was stunned that this Las Vegas thing, despite the high level I was staying in, really caters to the middle, and each of the casinos are essentially enormous, landlocked cruise ships that are docked alongside of each other. It is the cruise experience where one can really just stay at one property  with fifteen restaurants, three clubs, a gorgeous casino with bars, and coffee, and pools and shopping and theater and music. It is airconditioned with art in the lobby, people ready to cater to any whim--and connected to other similar properties by an airconditioned tram where you can experience different flavors of the same format your particular resort offers. No criticism here.  I think its great-- but just an observation.

Yes, there is art, but it is easy to digest, easy to understand art that is produced and displayed impeccably, but pretty much glossy art for the uninitiated. This same level of gloss and polish was everywhere at the Aria--beautiful, theatric, dramatic, tasteful in a reality t.v. sort of way-- but not reaching or stretching...very barcalounger comfy. And quite honestly, the things to do there are gamble and drink (fun and really fun to watch...but in a very modest way), poolside fun and rays, shopping (the town is a god damned mall at every level and point on the spectrum) to entertainment (framed around music and drinking) , to produced food experiences that are flattened out to appeal to all....to elaborate spa services from the magic rock treatment through to hair extension purchases, bridal updos and airbrushed makeup, to heated rooms to relax in front of a fireplace with your honey. They make it easy to part with your money....and all of this is continual...from one casino to the next.

I loved watching people gamble. Talk about theatre with the cool characters manning the craps tables to the deft hands of the women dealing the black jack tables. It is smooth and elegant--certainly not something I want to do, but I loved the look and smoothness, the art, the deftness of the dealers--and the toned down way they presented themselves. I spent time watching pretty much all of the live games and taking pictures of the machines. I was humored by the chic area where the card games/ poker was being played with the men (it is mainly men) all sported artifaces  you see on poker t.v. from the bored looks, to the sunglasses, hoodies and baseball hats. There is so much acting going on it is amazing anyone can  get to the work of playing for the show. 

I took a little walk to see the sights but after five blocks got a bit sceebed out and went back to my comfy room (it was late East Coast time) to put my head down so as to brave the airport bright and early to come home to Rob, the cats and little miss Shady Grove. What a week! 

In the Desert

Where did we leave off? Right. I was picked up at the bigger than big Las Vegas airport by Ron Spears, fellow Hartford alumni, illustrator of fame for Magic Cards and for the gaming industry. I had the best time chatting with him about his life, his painting and art, his life as a teacher and mentor to students, and his hopes and aspirations. Impressive and smart, Ron can do Anything...so watch and wait.  He is filled with ideas, passion and hope. His work is taking off in the world of galleries and patrons as well as other opportunities. All exciting to me.

We drove 2.5 hours through sage and rolling desert to arrive at Cedar City, a tidy town--not too big, with an impressive University made of brick the same colors as we see in the desert. It does not feel like a college town, or at least the ones I am used to--with a boho college town, joints open late until the wee hours with used bookstores, coffeeshops and asian restaurants dotting the landscape. It is quiet and things close down around 7 p.m. and entirely by 9:30.  It has some retail, but everything is very new and sparkling. Everyone is very kind and says hello on the street.

After a little break, Ron picked me up and I did a little show of magic tricks with illustrator (making brushes, making 3D stuff, making symbols...) for about 3 hours with some clever and funny students. We had dinner at a fun woodfired pizza shop with students and another Hartford alum teaching at Cedar City, Val Taylor. It was so lovely, and everyone was so fun and funny, I can see why this teaching thing can get under your skin. Made me feel positively lively.

Thursday, I got up early and looked at my slides again--editing a bit more and went to breakfast at the El Reye Best Western. I was stunned at the crew eating cereal and sipping tea...it was like the British Embassy with all of these beige clad older people chatting up a storm, talking about which tea bag they liked in the offering and talking about the text messages from their families and the little walks planned for today. My guess is that El Reye was the center point for their sightseeing--and a good idea at that. I saw that this might be a tour (as a sleek white bus was hidden in the parking lot).  

At 8:30 a.m. I was whisked off by Ron for another session with SUU. I talked to the same group of illustration students for 3 hrs. (unscripted) about getting your work out and how I do it.  I took two boxes of brooches (food and cameo) and offered them around to the students who promptly pinned them on their shirts and hats to my delight. I started with googling myself and pecking through all the venues I use to post my work. Then it was the scroll down of my favorite promotional vendors--and some chat with students who were involved with the various Cons in the area (which, my guess are quite a few with Vegas nearby). Lots of good energy. I just wish I knew them better so as to really be able to be more focused and more revelant...but the energy was pretty high so I wasn't an entire lead balloon.  I had the chance to admire and see some independent projects the illustration students were doing as a collaborative project about an undefined Moon Goddess which were thoughtful, beautiful and smart. These 11 illustration students wanted to have a collaborative project just like other art schools, so they just decided to do it. I love it. Ron showed me a case of both his students' work and Val's (Val is teaching graphic design) and I was delighted to see such strong and thoughtful, well crafted work. SUU is doing well with our Hartford boys

After lunch, Val Taylor took me on a 10,000 ft above sea level field trip to see Cedar Breaks (about a half an hour outside of Cedar City). See picture above. We saw amazing rocks and rock formation, gorgeous mounding sage brush, yellow flowered Rabbit Brush, and Pinon trees. Val told me that he puts on gloves and collects pine nuts from the Pinon trees (pignolas) and gives big bags of them to his children for the holidays. It was great talking to Val and finding out more about him, his knowledge of native people and traditions, and his vast understanding of people, things and places around Utah and the West. It was such a gift he gave me of time, thought and ideas, I am so so inspired beyond the incredible work he produces as an artist and illustrator. After this bonanza of beauty, Val asked if I wanted to see some petroglyphs!! How did he know? So off we went to the Parowan Gap, a gap in a mountain that native people left notes, messages about where water was, where people could stay, and where the cave was between the hills. We traveled out to Parowan, a very small town with lots and lots of ranches and agriculture, with one lane roads that as Val told me, you could go for at least 30 miles without seeing anyone. Little brick houses...charming little houses with pents and little porches nestled in the town...and then the sheer vastness of the land.

Petrogiyphs, Q. Cassetti

I was stunned by the petroglyphs and their random power. Forget the Egyptians!  I am so grateful and delighted by my afternoon with Val. It was wonderful visually, intellectually and filled with happy friendship. I am so blessed.

I spoke to the students in the basketball stadium with an enormous screen and podium. They loved the loot (tattoos and stickers) and I think they liked me. It was fun. Dinner with Ron, Val and students at a cute Thai place. Today I get my wits together and Val graciously is taking me back to Vegas. 

More later. 

Landed

I am sitting on top of the clouds, right now… over amazing landscape that most of my fellow passengers are oblivious to.The earth wrinkles and bends… some of it green, some of it brown with lovely irrigated patches giving me polka dots on the horizon. It is quickly moving from rolling to abrupt with fewer and fewer roads and rivers in sight. No storm clouds like we have had all summer in the Finger Lakes. We had a master blast of rain over the course of the last few days, swelling our streams and causing Taughannock Falls to rage at higher than early spring levels. Not many brown or red leaves in sight yet--as we are slowly cooling in the evenings, but keeping the days warm and remarkable. But, for now, that has been left behind for desert climes. As I look at the crop circles below, I wonder where their water has been piped from? I wonder if our aqueous climate is as startling as this dry, tan and red environment I look forward to seeing from below as much as I am thrilling to it from above. 

My fellow travelers have their game books from the grocery store, others--at ten a. m. in the morning are slugging down scotch with other little bottles in reserve at their elbow.Some are plugged in. Some are zonked out (I was for a little bit). There are lots of Coach bags on ladies arms as well as high high heels in every color of the rainbow, and every conceivable shape. Lots of maxi dresses with deep cleavage--and golden shoes at 5:40 a.m even in Ithaca, home of the boho, low chic. I know I have gone into total Rip Van Winkledom as I am stunned at the world outside of my little hamlet. Well, why shouldn't I be stunned, I am on the way to Southern Utah University to talk about design and illustration (with a demo) by way of sin city, Las Vegas! So bring the bling, the golden shoes and feathers, the high high heels, the sparkly dresses, the bottle service and hair extensions. Bring on the life that we love on Reality TV, and time to get my head out of my Qmade clouds…and soak it all in.

Station Break: Outside my window:

Right now, it looks like the God Damned MOON outside…with no buildings and these mountainous eruptions that poke up over the dusty flat land…..that then seriously has a gradient from tan to grey… and now we are back into, what….greenery again? I think we are getting closer though "our captain" has not  alerted us to the approach--and admonishes us to get the seat backs up and the tray tables stowed. Just looking at the ground makes me want to bolt as much water as I can possibly inhale prior to landing. Here comes a steward with another garbage bag. That has meaning, right?

Right now, we are back in the land of tan and red. Terracotta. Cooked earth. There are remarkable canyons, could they be the Grand ones? Deep, deep crevices scoring the earth…in a very linear and yet willy nilly way. No one dares to live here. Even roads seem pretty rare right now.

Ears popping a teensy bit. Maybe I will get my hearing back. Wouldn't that be a delight?

A scootch of turbulence. Promising. The galley doors are slamming a ton right now.

Back to me blabbing:

I went through my slides this morning. Rob asked me if I had 50 or even 75 slides. I said many many more (read, 180). So I edited big time. I feel very smart as I had output of the slides so I could do it during the "electrical devices off" period of the morning. And have not wrangled it down to 75…but my show is more about looking and less about chatter that I think I can have more, but certainly not as many as I started out. I hope this stuff will entertain (I am amused, but aren't we all fascinated with our navels?). 

I spent a little time yesterday thinking about the demo (illustrator) and remembered how I loved finding out how to create derivative palettes from preexisting artwork that I learned at Hartford. How many versions of Illustrator was that ago? Go I went online to find out that the improvements to Illustrator (CS6/CC) smoothed out all the hinckiness--and made this novel little trick something that wasn't referenced by anyone. I goofed around with  CS5 and then started pulling the levers and pulleys in CS6 and dang, if I didn't relearn the new way to do this. So, the students are getting that along with partying with brushes, symbols, patterns, palettes and patterns. How to get a lot of bang for your decorative buck. And, we are going to pretend we are, yes (to quote Rachel Maddow) "wait for it"--LISA FRANK. I grew up with Lisa Frank (for the second time with Kitty and Alex). Kitty loves Lisa Frank (this is not a past tense)--and when you begin to peel this bizarre art apart, there are cool, almost psychedelic palettes, ideas (I mean, a banana wearing sunglasses?) that though "its the nineties, Mom..!" resonates with me, with the crew of students I will meet (they are Kitty and Alex's age….I know these folks) and kind of bumps up against the sixties in an interesting (read fluorescent) way.

Bell went off… a little shaking and turbulence. Now the ground is not so apparent. We are now above some soft and white clouds, "standing clouds" as the captain says. Twenty minutes out.

Need to shut the powerful powerbook off.  More later once there is WiFi and time.

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Las Vegas is kinetic wild and wonderful…at least the airport is, and the view of the strip from the airport is pretty crazy too. Las Vegas redefines my idea of big, bold and bling and surprisingly, right now, on the edges, I like it. Yes, there is gambling in the airport blended with drinking and lots and lots of gigantic advertising either still or moving with lots of dance music to get the gals collecting their luggage to dance a bit. I must admit, I would love to see the scene at Signature Flight Support/ Signature Aviation (private planes only) and what happens there…as this would be the place for all the Jimmy Choo shoes, bling and fabulousness. Instead, I had to amuse myself with Cinnaabon and bars, bells and flashing lights.

On the way to Cedar City, Q. Cassetti, 2013

Ron Spears picked me up at the airport and we had an amazing drive through the desert of red rocks, amazing natural architecture and storm clouds hovering. This is a place of terra-cotta, peach, cream, grey and very little green, though the sky is big big big and blue blue blue. It is great seeing Ron, hearing about the painting and teaching he is doing and what he is doing to move the needle for his illustration students (I want to be one!). I have a minute to myself to prep my files and then we go live at 4 with students and a demo (per earlier). Tomorrow, we may talk about promoting yourself, using resources on the web to promote and/or move your work forward. Should be good.

Let me see what I can share with you on my camera!

Later…here comes the thunder and lightning.

This and That

And Liberty and Justice, for all, Q. Cassetti, 2013

My printer is going a mile a minute. I have 50 gliclees to print for Gold Dust Lounge's Kickstarter promotion. See here>>  Russell is quite the PR Man and has wrangled some nice press including this article from SouthFlorida.com. I hope he can raise the $15,000 to promote and produce his newest album, "Lost Sunset". I love Russell, his energy, humor and intelligence as an artist and person-- and wanted to help him during this endeavor. The print is a South Florida colored skull with type that says "GoldDust to GoldDust". The ink is laying down nicely--the paper is behaving and the humidity today is cooperating. I printed a slew of cards yesterday from my illustrations to a few from the Ulysses Fair Fotosafari. Best image is a fried twinky with a little flag stuck in it to indicate that yes, this fried lump is a fried Twinky. A perfect "feel better" card!

Speaking of printers, we are going to move forward and buy an Epson 3880 to print Alex's work. If you balance the price of c print against the cost of the machine, it pays for itself in one portfolio, plus with FOUR blacks and an extra vivid Magenta!....it lays some serious ink down...and maybe I could print a few of my own photos! Imagine!

The printer purchase is an outflow of the work Rob and Alex are doing on preparing Alex to go show his work at NYU, FIT and SVA. Rob did some serious work with Alex on his portfolio--coaching and guiding, helping him to think out the process and move the work so that it shows well. Alex is a bit dumbfounded as he has yet to see his work printed and organized which is a delight and surprise. He wants to talk about his portfolio, how he is going to present it, the stories and patter that surround the images. He is looking for coaching, and we are so happy to be able to help. He also recognizes the leg up he has with visual parents--over the kids with families who are "muggles"
...and views it as a real boon. To think in a few days, we will have had Alex for 21 yrs. (he is turning 20!).  No baby commander anymore!

I have a demo to do in Utah and versus really winging it, I think I will be a bit more prepared with a sketch, an idea and then do it for them...which would include making brushes, patterns, symbols and the like. I am thinking an American Vehicle using some of the bombs as part of the machine. Another thing would be to work on some Elsie the Cow symbols to fuse with this stuff. I have a few days to think. I look forward to a little time to do some thumbnails and think out of the box. I feel so chained to my desk, the work and the work of managing the work so a little quiet time is welcome.  I welcome the change in season, the back to school quiet, and the on coming apple crop!

Beauty Business

My America: American Royalty, Latrice Royale, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY

New haircut. Rob found the perfect picture of my soon to be hair --a current picture of David Lynch--with long wavy hair on the top and short on the sides. Mr. Lynch and I have similar hair...and I have a wave too, so Emma was charged with this direction. My hope is that by Christmas, the hair will be 100% there. And, my thinking is that we go for foils to make stripes of white... just to really jazz things up. I cannot be as fabulous and gorgeous as Latrice Royale ( a contestant on "RuPaul's Drag Race" who both Kitty and I admire). We'll see. But this is the latest beauty and fashion update.

I just stopped by Sundrees to see that the rack of my cards are severely diminished...so I need to crank up my printer and get things going to fill those racks. I am so surprised that these cards are selling so well, but it is little business worthy of nurturing. To that, should I be considering going to the stationery show and seeing if there is more to it than this little business I have going here on our beautiful plateau?  Should I just spread my wings locally a bit more to see if there is traction? How would I need to staff to make this happen? Could cards do well on Etsy? Boxed or singletons? More on the retail front: We also worked up some inexpensive little neckaces of teacups and of teapots...and it seems that these are selling as well. I have Kitty's retail intuition to thank! Maybe I can put jump rings on things as I travel out to Utah next week?  I have resin gummy bears that need little hooks and jumprings as well as silver teasets and slices of cake. There may be a bit of traction re: skeletons etc. as the black and orange holiday is on us.

Four months to Christmas. Time to update my mailing list. 

Preparing

I am cranking away on this slide show. I lost the first go round when Powerpoint winked out...and left me nothing. Now, Lady Savalot is doing just that, and I have 200 slides needing to be edited and tightened and by so doing, I probably will take out entire chunks of ideas (which I have already) to just tell a tighter story.  Interestingly, I am talking about how last year's advent pictures happened prompted by Kitty's encouragement to look at how the process went, how my writing here influenced what happened with the work, and how the work fed the work. Then, as it happened, how this advent project influenced the few "Unicorn and Butterflies" images to then directly point at the current "My America" set. Same approach, same techniques, same established palettes with insane groups of brushes, symbols and swatches. Upside with this current set, new Creative Suite (cloud) has some sensational new patterning tools not only for background swatches, but for brushes (patterns on brushes you say? gradients on brushes?)....Yes...yes. and yes.  I just wish I had more time right now to focus on the America images as there are quite a few tumbling around in my brain, particularly after the past week of country fairs and small town parades. Beauty and machinery,  dog and pony acts, Freedom Festivals, and automotive heaven to inspire....but this can wait for now. Work, holiday cards, and getting die kinder all figured out, entertained and farewelled appropriately is foremost.

It is beets and kale for days from the CSA along with the most amazing eggplant I have ever had. Who would have guessed that I would rave about organic eggplant (and organic celery) as they are so significantly better from Sweetland than I have ever ever had.  It is slightly crazy when there is eggplant offered as I will forego almost everything else on the side that we can pick from just to load up as fast as possible with eggplant. The way this Nightshade fruit (just like tomatoes) cooks down to loveliness on the grill...not the usual stringy glop--is sublime and with lemon juice...is transcends all vegetables in that moment.  Unfortunately, there were no eggplants yesterday, so sweet red peppers, golden beets, and all sorts of leafiness were gathered--- A girl can hope for next week.

Thinking about "My America"

My America: Big Boy, Fat Boy, Q. Cassetti, 2013,  Trumansburg, NY

I am working on a collection of images...freeflowing images of   "My America" as you know. I find that symbols and corporate logos are coming to the fore along with those personifications of brand (Mayor McCheese, Big Boy, Uncle Ben, Aunt Jemima, Betty Crocker, the Android, etc.) and find them flowing into images of war and weaponry. It is wild when I let my brain relax to see which avenues it travels in...to scare me or amuse me...but to result in images. Yes, the symbols of power and position, of money and greed, of the ordinary and extraordinary, of rockets and robots, of artificial intelligence and artificial insemination all are fluid.

Today's insanity around women's issues from health, reproduction, ability to vote and those rights we hold dear--coming under question from the likes of Governor Ultrasound and the Cooch....really are disturbing and are beginning to filter into this unsavory illustration brew. As much as we hold ourselves as so superior, I find being an American these days pretty thin soup given the low level the national conversation decended. It is appalling that the silent majority is allowing a vocal group of radical conservatives make decisions for their wives, daughters, sisters and friends. And, that those women, the wives, daughters, sisters and friends have by their silence and inaction, have condoned the eradication of rights they do not value and will not value until they too have  a reproductive issue or a voice to be heard...and have given away that right without any knowledge of what they  have surrendered.

Off the soapbox, for today.

"We live in a place people go on vacation."

The Zipper at Ulysses Fair, Q. Cassetti, Trumansburg NY, 2013

I quote Rob Cassetti. He is so right. As usual, he is always right. But we do, we live in a place people go on vacation. It is this time of the year that points to that truth...so I wanted just to reiterate it.

It is the end of summer. The end of platters of corn, bowls of peaches and big lovely thick slices of tomatoes to share with a tableful of family as next week is packing and preparing for the next semester--the distance from here to Christmas. It is the end of big breakfasts, long sunsets on the porch with ideas, laughs and questions. It is the end of deep, bone resting sleep--of fan-driven dreams and the sound of screech owls in the middle of the night. It is the end of late day Fridays on the deck at Two Goats, meeting new people, laughing at the crazy brides enjoying their last hurrah before "tying the knot". It is our vacation stay cation from May until next weekend.  It is the end of my waking my sleeping ones, to get to work five minutes late but with conversations of music, the gleam on the corn stalks, looking for hawks, orioles, goldfinches and counting the days that the hay has dried. The summer is a seemingly golden ribbon of days and nights--all one hundred days of it--and as it is transitioning to another season....it seems to short, too sweet and too extraordinary.

Next weekend begins the rush from now to Christmas. We drop our students off at Hofstra and Hampshire with tasks surrounding that and a business meeting for Rob in NYC.  The home team are both ready to get back to college and all that it entails. Kitty spent the last week on Martha's Vineyard with friends. Alex and I had some quality time---some of it very sad, some happy. We had a photo "shoot" together at the Ulysses Fair with his new lens and my new camera. Rob recommended I look at the Canon EOS-M when Amazon was running an amazing promotion ($299. for the body and pancake lens ( fixed 22mm). I jumped as the price was great and I was tired of getting fuzzy pictures from my collection of point and shoots that I have. I have been delighted as this is a small, mirrorless camera with all the features of the big, grown up SLR cameras without the size or gravitas they have. So, I can carrry it in my pocket and get great shots.

Here are some shots from our weekend at Sagamore (with said camera)>> 

Here are some shots from Alex and my visit to the Ulsses Fair>> 

The Ulysses Fair was fabulous. The color, the lights, the sheer small townieness was just what the doctor ordered. There was a free animal show with a brassy, confident lady in red with sparkles making her poodles and ponies do little crazy things while running around a ring. I loved it. And there were harnesses that were like big kid Jolly Jumpers that you could wear and jump on a big trampoline--and get flung up in the air. I loved watching these limber kids flip and jump--often doing tricks as their parents shouted out their favorites for the kid to try. Wonderful. The graphics and hand lettering was sublime.

The Wednesday of the first week of September,  I have an unexpected treat. I am flying out to Cedar City Utah to speak to art/design/illustration students at Southern Utah University. I will fly out Wednesday and be picked up in Las Vegas (!) and we will drive through the desert. WOW! and then have a day with the students etc. Thursday. I will talk in the evening. I will be giving them a run through of many of the bodies of work  I do and talk about how I get my work "out there". Its an hour...so not much time...but I am crunching on what to show, what to save. I want to make it a bit more personal than the presentations we had in graduate school as I always wanted to know a bit more about the person, his/her life/ their studio/ what they do for fun etc. I will have a day to rubberneck in Las Vegas--and take pictures (woot!), and then back home. I got a room in Las Vegas via Hotwire (shopping for five stars and above)--and ended up with a room at the Aria (near Bellagio) for a bit over $100 a night. I figure if I am going to be in Las Vegas I should try to go towards the high end versus the middle to cheap....just to see more of the reality TV version of this town.

I have to go visit the big client in the middle of September, so I will need to really get my travel game on.

Gotta go. There is apple/peach sauce to process to keep it fresh and keep the fruit flies away. Rob is busy cutting the hedges--with his cuban hat on and long sleeves. 

more sooner versus....later. 

Lush.

My America: American Boy, Q. Cassetti, 2013

It did it. That is, the weather decided that the peak of the heat was Grassroots, and since the middle of July, it has gone down to pre-autumn chilliness, blanket on the bed sleeping with regular rain, and lush greens everywhere. This is the time of the year we all shake our heads and proclaim the drought has never been worse with the signals being our lawns are hay colored and brittle. No way this year. No way indeed.

Our farmers are delighted with their crops coming on twofold...and our apple growers had to nip little fruitlings in the springtime to weed down the plethora of fruit to a manageable level for the trees--but the crop is going to be absolutely bumper this year. What with the last few years of low rain/high heat, this is such a lush treat, I cannot resist talking about it, about the heavy storm clouds we have every day, and the glories at the market from the fields.

Lots has happened. We just came back from a really magical weekend at Great Camp Sagamore--for the benefit weekend. (pictures posted here>>). So many lovely people, a sublime location, and a wedding style party with a great silent auction so you could take home a treat and help raise money for the rennovations that need to occur (helping the amazing state matching grant that was provided). Kitty and Alex accompanied us--and were charming, cute and approachable--making friends, drinking in the scene, smoking cigars, and sweetening the time for me. I am so happy they are such social creatures and have no problem with age and can mix at all points. The weekend was interesting as those who stayed in Camp versus those attending the dinner had two separate experiences that, now that I have been there, I have some ideas around offerings, pushing more community and conversation from Friday night on. I am very high on Sagamore these days and feel that there may be some branding efforts happening in the next few months to overhaul the look and feel along with perhaps a more in-depth look at what it is we do, how we do it and where we want to go. But, we will see. 

Speaking of branding, we are turning the corner on packaging label designs for the Piggery. It has been an interesting process to have all of us agreeing on a direction and for me to loosen up a bit and not to be so corporate. I am reveling a bit in display fonts, mixing classics with something a bit showier for the type of meat/sausage/lunchmeat offered along with a lockup of NYPastured Pork, The Piggery and the Piggery Pig. We are narrowing the palette--so its clean, snappy and will pop in the meat case. 

I am helping Matt La Roux, a wonderful entrepreneur from the Cornell Cooperative Extension. Matt has been given a grant to buy two meat lockers (one for Ithaca and one for Corning (because, surprisingly, Corning is a "food desert"). The cool hook for these lockers is that one rents space ($3-$5 a month p/p) in the locker for the side of beef, the half pig etc that you can buy via Matt's website (simple, great tool): www.meatsuite.com. Meatsuite.com allows you to plug in your zipcode, identify the type of meat you are interested in buying and connects you with a farmer in your neighborhood. Now, you can buy the meat, and have a place for the meat to be delivered and stored conveniently. GREAT idea. It's been fun getting to know Matt--and helping him get the word out. He is quite good at this --on the radio, in all the local press and (how great is this?) on the NPR food blog , The Salt. Kudos to Matt for all the work he has done. I think he has a runaway success on his hands.

Work is work. I am working away on a few American pictures...and they keep coming. Big Boy was dying to happen, so he did. I think now that I have a good boy, he may be doing some things other than holding burgers on plates. We will see. More pix coming your way. 

A Pattern of Patterns

My America: All Seeing Eye Ribbon Study, Q. Cassetti, 2013 Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

You all know I love patterns. Lots and lots of patterns. Patterns on top of patterns and yes, let's turn that pattern into another pattern, pattern. I love the craziness of color, texture and the whole "look over here...no, over here...hey, don't forget me" aspect of patterns.  Where did this come from? I cannot imagine as I come from a pretty pattern free environment...and only create this world in my mind and on my paper digitally or otherwise (known as analog). I love the way Japanese patterns are so skillfully used--cut into art, folded, overlaid in their culture. Of course, I love Indian patterns in the fabrics, the saris, the absolute non-westernized approach in their visual arts...mimicing the happy music and theatre we only see a glimpse of. This love of pattern is what is keeping me ticking these days creating medals and ribbons, rondelles and patterned backgrounds that are red, white, blue, dark blue, cream, antique gold and a little brown. I am making brushes that resemble aspects of the flag. I am using the new and remarkable pattern feature in Adobe Illustrator's Creative Cloud application to create patterns in a wink and a blink that formerly I would have toiled over to find out that it did not tile right...and there were gaps between the tiles etc. etc. to finally either use the crappy pattern or throw my hands up and resort to stripes and checks which my small mind could accomodate.

This pattern possession has led me to new elements for My America, my project around all things about and of America and being American. I am possessed by medals and ribbons--honorifics that we give out at momentous times and then never come back and celebrate. I love the puffy ribbons--the sheer victoriana of them...with layer upon layer of loopy ribbon held together with a massive button or finding that is the center of this very floral thing. Why don't we, in a steampunky moment, give medals and medaillons for special service at the companies we work for versus the traditional "deal block"--a cast acrylic block that is either screen printed or has a printed acetate floated in the middle to customize the moment?  With medals and medallions, you could wear them to lunch--a visible version of "I was awarded the special parking spot this month" that is linked to the person directly? We could congratulate our friend on the stupendous job of writing code for a website, or for managing the corporate meeting so well. The big medallion would prompt us to recognize the work and value of the selected person far more than the $50. American Express Gift Card. But for me, independent of my desires for people to recognize each other, to show pleasure in other's accomplishments and work--the pleasure of making these fantasy awards has been a quiet, happy moment. Maybe a bit more today though I must admit, I do have a Minnie Mouse in the works along with a Barbie. Too much going on.

Another blissful cool one today. TJ was being a racing cat at 5 this a.m.--running blindly (and deafly) thumping into walls and springing off of doors. All the other furry friends are sleeping on their feet (to keep them warm) including Alex who I have to go rouse.  

A domani. 

Blue Ribbon Summer

My America: Blue Ribbon Rondelle, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

Just as I thought... the minute Grassroots is done, we are on the downside of the midpoint of summer and things change. Case in point, it is sweater weather today. Last week's heat inspired a reinactment of Saint Bartholomew's martyrdom  ( he is shown in paintings and sculpture, holding his skin--most noted imagery is from the Sistine Chapel where  the face of the skin was that of the artist, Michelangelo). If only. Problem with summer is there are only so many layers and that is it. Then you are stuck just being hot and relying on cold water and false breezes to get you to a place of quiet. It is good having a break--not only because change keeps us lively but also for the folks that do the hard work after the festival to break down all the stages, the stores, the kitchens, the tents and pack them all away in storage facilities and trucks for the next festival in the Grassroots or Big Splash line up. This is serious business--with all sorts of logistics I cannot even begin to fathom.

Alex and I had a nice bunny route drive yesterday with me driving. However, this morning he drove and I was delighted. We are going to have a little time looking at photography programs today to figure out where he might want to apply. 

I am musing over America. How can I make messages without being over the top or tacky. Tacky seems to be an easy route...and tasteful is harder as it has to be a bit smarter. So, in the thinking, I am making "parts"--medallions, medals, brushes and textures. I am jumping into making some different bullets, some semi automatic rifles (what a world that is all about), and birth control pills. I want this work to be as approachable as the Ulysses Fair, but with messages beyond. This should take some time. 

second half

My America: Loaded Quilt, Q. Cassetti 2013, Trumansburg, NY

It's over for this year. The great Tburg blowout, Grassroots...with lots of celebration, music and happy people all thrilled to be together, all thrilled to be experiencing great music and food, all thrilled to share the shifting elements--weathering storms and heat for four days a summer. And then, as quickly as it arrives on our doorstep, it is gone. Today is the day that the tents are collapsed and the mop up begins.  I spent a little time at the festival, but the majority of it was working or just being quiet and by myself. I am very introspective these days...surfacing stuff that has been quiet, trying to make sense or if not sense, trying to see patterns, trying to get to why I am the way I am. There is a reason this is called work...and this is the front end of this progression. I hope this can be positive for me.

I have been taking great pleasure in the local "bunny routes" between Trumansburg and the lake.  A "bunny route" is the route one takes that might be a single or two lane road. It is the indirect route that takes you into the countryside...through farms, by horses cows, and fields. It is the route that features the sky...and not the journey. It is the bird route where I can slow down to see the hawks on wires or smile at the orioles and goldfinches bouncing in front of the car. It is the route of Amish horsepower--teams of caramel massive strength harnessed to work. This is the route that lets you roll down the windows and smell the hay. It is haying season for at least the second time during this lush summer of rain and heat. Hay, I just found out, takes three days.  One day to cut. One day to dry.  And one day to bail. Those three days cannot have rain...or it changes up the length of time. Then, the golden grass is cut to the same height, creating these singularly beautiful undulating, gold/green fields peppered with either blocks of hay or rolls.   I stop to take pictures but they never are as nice as what I see. This is a sweet time of the summer...where the gold and green twinkle and the verdant scent reminds me to keep going.

Kitty's friends have departed. Alex is still asleep. Rob is busy in his projects with his last day of holiday before the second push of the summer happens. It feels as if we are sitting on the downside of the summer's midpoint--with the produce beginning to kick in, the weeds in full bore, and the collection of singing birds that I forget about in the middle of the frosty winter. I am sitting in front of my big fan, saving files, researching images and making lists of things present and future that will need to be accomplished this week. Paying the college bill lurks like a stinky big dog on the horizon. I know it's there...I can smell it...ow.

Sun Dee

My America: He approves of the Enterprise, Q. Cassetti, 2013, Trumansburg, NY, Adobe Illustrator CC

It has been a blazing time for Grassroots--with my little family immersed in the music, the friends, the dance, the drink and the food. It has been the traditional hot week (often the hottest of the summer)-- complemented by tropical downpours and electrical shows in the sky. They have been all reveling in this cloud of heat, of sensory overload and of the floating time of community, of people all knit together by music, time and continuum.  I ,however, have not been in the same state as my near and dear. I cannot deal with the crush, the people, the expectations and work around being at a festival that could be fun..but for some there is always another project, another agenda that takes the festive out of the festival. So, I had a small dose yesterday--but am cooling it today for a personal retreat.  I am quite topsy turvey and need quiet to think, and try to quiet all that is popping through my brain. I have started "some work" on understanding my fury, my anger, my sadness, and my fears that have been plaguing me--and has driven me deep into personal sorrow, and fear about aspects of my life. Thursdays are my can opener days--the day that the professional in his calm and seemingly light way shines light into rooms and corners that have been cobwebbed and dusty- making me tell him about them...and why they are there. I think this is all good for my life and living though I am feeling a bit raw even week two. Please be patient  with me--as I pursue this pursuit to make me a healthier person.

I have started my "My America" illustration project. This is a very deep vein...and should be frightening as well as amusing as I pursuit it. So much iconography, latin, and odd images that can be juxtaposed. Mickey came off the pen mid last week....and there is more on the horizon. A bullet "loaded" quilt,  A nuclear Uncle Sam. Something speaking to the requisite ultra sound in Virginia....George Washington...and so on.

Have a peaceful Sun filled Sun Dee. 

Pardon My Dust by Adriel de la Torre

I needed to share with you all: 

Designer Peter Han (he rejects being called an artist) has worked as a conceptual designer for a number of different video games and films, but has also become known for a drawing class he teaches called Dynamic Sketching. Using only chalk, Han works with his students to let go of their preconceived notions about art and design by working in a fast, impermanent medium that always ends up being erased. The hope is to eventually free them from the idea of permanence and allow their ideas to grow through making mistakes.

In this short film titled Pardon My Dust directed by Adriel de la Torre, we catch a quick glimpse of Han at work as he works with his students and draws some impressive illustrations that of course meet a fateful end under a felt eraser. (via colossal submissions)