Archive for January, 2008
Body Politics
Artist Tammy Vitale and I have started up a project we plan on doing all year long and taking on the road.
Here is an entry from today for that blog – Body Politics.
My lover sent me a link to a dollmaker’s website. Her name is Marina Bychkova.
I didn’t expect it to be as incredible as it turned out to be.
Tammy and I discussed lotus shoes and foot bindingrecently at the New Moon Open House. We spoke of the somewhat opressive nature of high-heel shoes, the pressure to ‘be sexy’ and the power given tousand taken away from us by others.
The doll artist actually has a doll named Lotus which has deformed feet.
Her dolls are exquisite art.
There is an online interview of herat Pixelsurgeon.
I have a lotus shoe that I picked up at a flea market about six years ago. The people selling it thought it was a baby bootie of some sort andsince they ‘only had one’ they were willing tolet go of it for$2. I’ve had it in a little shadowbox all this time. When Tammy and I talked about starting the Body Politics project I knew I wanted to do something with the shoe, so I intend on making it the focal point of a work. Below is a photo of the lotus shoe.
Things can change in fifteen seconds…
Well, I had this window open because I was gonna write about my exciting new art project. I am still going to write about it, but later, my mood has shifted due to general conflicts of energy in the past ten seconds – so the mood is gone.
I will write in a while.
The Goddess Returns
UPDATE
Actually Robert fixed it so that I’m at http://chronicles.heatherbartlettart.com – but both links work!
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Original post:
I am going to start blogging again at my old “Goddess Chronicles” blog. The URL isn’t what it used to be so if you are having trouble finding it, it will now be at http://www.heatherbartlettart.com/goddesschronicles – I have really missed my musings there. I will reserve this blog for more art-related stuff.
If you see her, tell Toni I said hi.
Toni Collette, I am thinking about you – saw some clips and, oh yes, part of Muriel’s Wedding…again, of course. And some snippets of you singing – lovely by the way.
It’s cold outside tonight.
I wonder how many people are cold out there. You know how hard it is to even flex your fingers when you are so cold.
What can I do? Only what I can, I guess.
My mother nearly died when she was six. Lived in a garage turned into an apartment. Floor froze over when there was a leak. She had asthma.
I have to remind my mother to tell me the story about the time her father gave her the ring they couldn’t afford and pretended to “marry her” because he thought she wouldn’t live to be old enough to get married. I should write that one down.
The hard sound of rat traps snapping shut late at night is unnerving, so I’ve been told.
Not all is cold and dark, like these short days of winter…no…some things are still beautiful.
You putting the new strings on your guitar and practicing out of the Beatles book I gave you for Solstice – some notes off, some sweetly on the mark – all of it beautiful to me.
You, yes you, peeking in at me in the shower – a devilish little grin on your face.I love those dimples. You and those dimples…deadly.
Oh, and I can’t wait to snuggle in my new blanket every night. Honestly, it’s the best blanket ever, thank you for that.I’m afraid to tell anybody about it because I plan on buying more as soon as they go on sale and I don’t want there to be a run on them because I went blabbing my mouth. I’ve already said too much.
I miss Zeus. He died two years ago yesterday.
I miss you Zeus. You never smelled bad, dug in the trash or dug holes in the yard and you always protected me. You were awesome.
Jackie’s birthday is today. Happy birthday Jax. Hope your party was fun. I have a couple of gifts for you, whenever I see you next.
Oh yeah, there are cards hanging in the hallway – holiday cards sent to us. I like hanging them up in a crazy little collage. They’ll belaying in the bottom of a largeplastic orange box in a few days, where they will remain with the lights and ornaments for about a year.I can never bear to throw them away into the recyclingthe same year I got them.
I miss my grandmothers.
I wonder how many great things I missed out on as a younger woman because I was so busy thinking about my weight.What a damned waste of time. Honestly – now I can focus on art, writing, interesting independent films – topics with layers, people with layers – and not constantly worry, “Do they think my butt is too big? Is my stomach gross?” I love that scene in Muriel’s Wedding where Muriel comes out of her shell and lip-syncs to Waterloo. She is just glowing and bubbly and so full of life and energy.
I love the way you look in the morning – your hair pasted to your face in blues and pinks – your face looking like it did when you were three – soft and warm, relaxed, dreaming. It’s easy to forget those moments when you huff and roll your eyes. I try to hold on to the good moments – like watching you singing with friends and goofing off…or walking in to see you sleeping.
I wonder what Rachel is doing right now. She’s always up late and up early. Hope things are well with Gavin. Snuggly and cozy and full of hope.
You know who go get that tattoo.
I’m close to done with my organization. I wonder if I will manage to finish organizing before everything starts piling up again.
I’m going to kiss you in a moment. I hear you clinking around in the kitchen. Don’t you know how sexy it is when a man loads a dishwasher? Um, maybe you do.
