I'm Moving

My blog is moving to my very slowly developing website. Come find it at www.kathynida.com. Oops...just outed my name. Oh well...if you have a problem with anything I've written, you can take it up with my alter ego. She's responsible for anything that might get me into trouble. Me, I just make art.

I'm MELLLTTTIIINGGG

First off, things you shouldn't do with a plastic bottle of honey.



Pay attention to the microwave, you silly cow.

Second, in response to a comment on You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown...first of all, I used to BE the Spelling Police, and second of all, if Bayles and Orland write "artmaking" without the hyphen, then I say whomsoever does NOT do so is fully delusional about his or her hipness in the art world.



Check it out, man. You can borrow my copy except I think I already loaned it out to another artist...Amazon.com Art
and Fear.

In other news, drawing has occured, and I am currently dealing with wiggly women and two-headed beasts. Tune in later this week for details.

Pumpkins Gone Bad

Blogger's actin' weird. I don't have any buttons for adding pictures. That's too bad, because I've got an AWESOME disgusting pumpkins-gone-bad picture. Oh wait...blogger's just being slow. It might have something to do with the fact that I'm defragmenting a disk at the moment :-). Yeah.

Anyway, I think I need a shovel to get rid of these blobs.



I had an all-day meeting for school yesterday. I drew during the meeting when I got bored. I don't know why she has 4 arms. She started with 3. Like that makes sense.



Tonight, I would like to draw. Self, please allow yourself some time tonight to draw. You have two good drawings whirling around your head that need to get out. Yes, you have two-week's worth of grading to do, but even if some of your students' parents are by some amazing coincidence reading this blog, surely they must realize that you slave many many hours for your job and for minimal pay? Surely they would not begrudge you an hour of drawing time on a Sunday night?

Yeah right.

You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown

My kids were in a play tonight: You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. One was Lucy, one was Schroeder. Not an amazing thing unless you realize how shy my kids can be. They were awesome...they projected, they knew their lines...I'm not sure who those two kids on stage really were...



In other news, I'm finding these shoes really comfortable.

They're not Crocs; they're Holeys. I wish I had 4 or 5 different colors...but my students already give me trouble for wearing them.



I had my students make paper-plate skeletons on Halloween. It was a good introduction to the skeletal system, but not really difficult. I only had half my classes that day, because of an in-school dance, so I didn't want to do something that the other two classes would suffer from missing. I think they turned out cool.



Here's the link to the instructions...

The lack of artmaking is depressing. I'm spending all day tomorrow in a school-related meeting, and I'm not even caught up on grading from the last 2-day conference. I think I should accept the lack of art during school time, but I was doing really well last year, and now I'm not. Last year at this time, I was dreaming about making art but not actually making any. Sigh.

Unexpected Money in an Envelope

Get home after long day, get mail, toss endless political ads for upcoming election, see envelope from show I'm in, open, see check. Scream. OK, I didn't actually scream, but I won Best of Show at Fiber Arts 2006 at the Gallery 510 Arts Guild in Decatur, Illinois. The show just closed, so they'll ship the quilt home soon. This quilt has made more money than any other for a long time...it's not a lot of money, but it'll help pay the property taxes in December (breathe a little easier). This is a detail of the quilt.



Here are the results of all the sewing I (and my mother) have done in the last two weeks. Mom made the wizard (my machine is fussy about fancy fabrics) and I made the pirate. The bottom of the skirt was supposed to be straight, but I decided that was boring and made it jagged. Gotta have a good reason to use the fancy pinking shears. Dad wanted me to post the picture with me in it. I had to dress up for school, so I went as my natural self.



I have a new nephew who is currently nameless. We place so much importance on our names, and yet we don't choose them. Weird concept. I feel like there should be a renaming ceremony at age 25, where you get to pick a new name or keep your old one. I think I would be Zenobia, my grandmother's middle name.



OK, back to the sag paneer (Indian food) and finishing up my grades.