They spend time
Perched in the theatre of their mind
Digesting words and thoughts
Memories and dreams
Silent or Lazy
Crazy

Creating as fountains
Sometimes closed
Sometimes opened
They flow an ink
Not so removable
So what remains

Mae Linat © 2008

Ofcourse.... He did, what was coming next!
Suddenly, Sunrise - Here I Am drops in out of no where. A new chapter in the club as a new tune starts. All that anticipation starts over right again, as all the people on the dancefloor are filled with pure anxiety relating to the arrival of the next big drop!
Its a bigger climax than sex, lasting all night long. Arriving at 10 to go through the doors thats it, we're riding, hitting the point of orgasm for the next 8 hours untill its closing time for the club.

What can compare with that?
Every new song, like a new partner. Something new and exciting to experience, new rhythm, new bass, new beat. What better spice in life could you want!

Witnessing JFK at his home, doing what he loves really inspired me. BAM! Thats it, im dedicating myself to this, I want to share what I feel from music. I need to share it with everyone out there.

Two years later. BAM! Here we are.. I've been spinning vinyls since that night, I've managed to do a few private parties, some gigs and some other cool little events. Spending hours of my time on Fruity Loops & Reason just to make a little progress each time. Slowly but surely I started seeing results...

So here I am now, finally really getting stuck into the Production side of things as well as really pushing my mixing to another level. Now a student on a music course actually learning and sharing with other artists I feel that I am in the best position to kick start a career for myself. Fruity loops & Cubase are my weapons of choice, I now know so much I didnt before and I've only just started the course.

I'd like to think..           'This is my time'

On Thursday Drew had a networking event, so I decided to load up the dog and my laptop and take Truman to the coffee shop down the street so I could write and he could have some new turf to sniff. Anytime Truman is in the car, he's either sitting with Drew or I, or he's in the back seat in his crate. The coffee shop is just a short ride up the street, so I thought he would be fine sitting in the back seat by himself. I pulled up to the coffee shop and left him in the back momentarily while I ran inside to buy a coffee and make sure it was OK to have him with me outside. I came back out with the coffee to let him out of the back seat, and the owner and one of her employees were close on my heels to get a look at Truman. When I opened up the back door, he had somehow glued his paws to the leather seat. He looked like a cat--back arched, feet firmly planted--and I had to pry him out of the car amidst reassurances to the owner and her employee that he's "not usually like this". After a while the prospect of covering new people in dog spit outweighted the sheer terror of my backseat, and he seemed to be back to normal. What I didn't know was the damage had already been done. After clamboring all over them both for about 10 minutes, he trotted over to the rug in front of the door of the shop--the only place outside covered in anything at all--and promptly threw up all over the rug. Of course he didn't see fit to barf on the easy to clean cement or front porch. He threw up on the shop's welcome mat, which was incidentally covered in tiny cut-out diamonds, which I quickly found myself very familiar with as I tried to make it look like the puppy explosion had never happened. The owner was exceedingly generous about the whole incident (although her employee did tie for the world record in the 100 meter dash as he got the heck out of range of the spewing dog), but I was mortified. Why on the rug? Why right in front of the owner? Why did I end up with a dog that has a nervous puking habit to begin with?

It was then that I remembered the days when I wanted to be an artist. I spent so much time drawing on the back of old computer paper my dad brought home from the office that my parents enrolled me in an after-school art program. I was seven, and the program was at a different elementary school than I attended; an elementary school I'd never even been to before. My mom dutifully escorted me to my classroom every week, but one week she had to drop me off quickly so she could make it to a meeting on time. Knowing my penchant for nervous breakdowns when faced with change, she let me know well in advance that I'd be walking to my classroom the following week alone. She calmly reminded me I'd already been there six times, and did everything she could to dispel the anxiety she could see bubbling up and threatening to pour out my ears and mouth. I was cool. I was an artist. I could handle walking to a classroom by myself for crying out loud.

The day of my solo walk arrived and with it, a giant knot in my stomach. It was a weird school. It even smelled weird. Most of the lights were turned off since it was after hours, and the people in my class were all older than I was. What if I turned down the wrong hallway? What if I was still looking for my class the next day as all the kids who actually went to that school filed in? I was frantically shoving these thoughts out of my head as my mom pulled our van up to the front of the school. As she told me good-bye, I felt like I might never see her again. My beloved mom, and I'd only gotten to know her for seven years. What a tragedy.

I pulled open the front doors to the school, portfolio in hand, and tried to swallow the panic as the expanse of the dark hallways spread out before me. The lefts and rights jumbled in my head, and I only realized I was speed walking in the wrong direction when a girl from my class called my name, somewhere down a different hallway. I began to sweat with the relief of not being lost forever in that dank elementary school as I followed her to the brightly lit classroom where my entire art class sat waiting for class to begin. Just as I was unloading my colored pencils, I felt the panic rise up in my throat again. I tore off toward the bathroom I'd yet to locate, but it was too late. I puked all over the hallway of that weird elementary school. My solo walk ended in abject failure.

To add insult to injury, as I sat in the stall of the girls' bathroom, a girl from class appeared to ask me my home number so someone could come and get the barfy kid out of there before she ruined anyone else's artistic visions. Despite knowing all the Saftey Kids songs about memorizing my phone number, my panic had given me amnesia. I couldn't remember. Not only did I lack the ability find my art class by myself without throwing up, but I couldn't even remember my own phone number.

So Thursday, as I knelt over regurgitated dog food spread over a stranger's rug, I felt embarrassed. But I also felt a strange wave of deja vous. If our dog has to inherit my psychotic worry and anxiety that is always revealing itself in spontaneous intestinal combustions, I am begging the powers that be to please let our children take after Drew.

So far just the two, "Electric Claire" and "Electric Angie", are for sale on my website, but I will be adding the others in the next day or two so be sure to check back if you like them.

(Please do click on these to make them bigger, I worked really hard on making the color variations interesting on these)

"Electric Claire"
10x10" acrylic on canvas **FOR SALE** $100, click here

"Shock Treatment"
14x14" acrylic on canvas

"Electric Angie"
10x10" acrylic on canvas **FOR SALE** $100, click here

"Faster"
acrylic on canvas

"Heart Attack"
acrylic on canvas

View the whole PULP Flickr series here!

More to come, xo.

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If you are really passionate about something, not only run with it, but be better than anyone else doing it.  No excuse for laziness here, assuming you are serious.  Turn the piece of clay into a sculpture, whether it's yourself, career, relationship or hobby.

I took a couple days off last week to go visit my parents. We just got home yesterday. For the next three days I had taken off to just stay home and paint. I was going to prove to myself that I could be a full-time artist just to ease my own mind. However, the universe seems to have other plans.

Last week before my vacation even started, a co-worker came to me and asked if I could work for her on Tuesday. She really needed to be with a friend who's having a difficult pregnancy. Okay, her need was greater than mine. I knew I still had two days, even though it would be broken with real life in-between.

But then, last night, my youngest son started throwing up. I couldn't say I was feeling real perky either. Now, this morning, I've got him home from school because he feels lousy and I'm tired from not sleeping well. I realize that if I were a full-time artist, I'd still have sick kids to contend with, but why did it have to be on the first day of my personal vacation?

So now I'm wondering what's in store for me on Wednesday. How exactly is my last day of my personal vacation going to get turned upside-down? Why am I even bothering with this at all? Should I just throw in the towel on Wednesday and just go back to work? I'm thinking that my oldest child is bound to be sick that day!

Well, obstacles be damned. I'm going to get some painting done anyway. I swear that when I report back I'll be able to say that I got something accomplished on this personal vacation that the universe is trying to smash. I swear it! I might even be lucky and be able to get a nap in too!

My friend Rich and I are doing a piece for our town's Christmas Tree lighting event. Now, as with all illustration projects, there are ideas that have popped into my head that I know just will not fly for the final piece, and yet are so much fun I have to at least rough them out. The caption for this would read "Let's Get Lit!"

Yup, nothin' says small town holiday celebration like a liquored-up Santa Claus.

This Treasury will expire 3 days from post.

Take a look at whatIsee's Etsy Shoppe and see more of her own joyful work! 

Drawn in ink. A6 (approx 4" x 6")

Video of The Beatles Performing All You Need is Love Live on YouTube

Lyrics:

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It’s easy.

Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It’s easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love (all together, now!)
All you need is love. (everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).

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Freedom Notes: Has anyone ever noticed that Mick Jagger is in the crowd during the taping of this video? What this means to us here at Pheakkley is that even though the Beatles and the Stones were one another's biggest competition, they managed to become friends and transcend petty differences and unite as Artists and Creators to support one another in Love. 

We aim to do the same here, hoping to inspire other Artists to feel more free and confident in each of thier individual crafts and talents, and to help nurture the development and growth of expression in those who have yet to find their own voice. If we can get you to tap a foot, plant a tree, hum a tune, doodle on a scrap note, paint the kitchen, take a quiet bath... or simply read a good book and eat a delicious meal in a new and creative way, then we feel that we have accomplished our goal here at by. Pheakkley.

We want to help you fall back in Love with you Life. Every Precious Moment. Every thought. Every Breathe. Peace + Love, Rachael and Jake

Sneak Peak at ScrapBook Feature - Images of our Life and Love - Coming Soon!

Matt’s style is predominantly cartoon-like.  He utilises clean pen lines to construct his images which often contain thought-provoking undertones and quirky small details.

Matt joined jelly after studying Graphic Design at Central St. Martin’s College of Art & Design and has since produced work for clients such as Drink in Brighton, Dazed & Confused and has been producing monthly sketches for The Guardian Newspaper.

Last weekend, the movers drove away and I began my new life in the perfect home for me.  I am head-over-heels in love with my cottage.  It was as though I’ve been waiting for it for years.  I am getting settled, but the most important furniture won’t arrive until mid-week: BOOK SHELVES!  I am surrounded by boxes of books until they come.

My studio is shaping up.  I love having it next to the kitchen.  I’m baking a giant butternut squash, listening to great music, and drawing ideas for my next art project all at once.

This is one of the best things that has happened to me in my life.  I am free to grow as an artist again!  I bought beautiful house plants on clearance, and have potted them up for all my sunny windows.  I commute 4 whole minutes to school!  (It was an hour a day, minimum, before).  Sweet, sweet, SWEET!

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It's Funny really but when I just started out in Pottery, well I was looking at everyone's techniques.  I would try something that a well known pottery does or I would read everything  and anything written about Pottery.  I still do and I am now wondering that maybe that never does change?  I thought once I understood how to throw,hand build, or extrude handles, well I would have enough knowledge but I find that it's just the beginning.

This is my first piece, where I have felt I made it my own.  It is not anything I have seen in books or art shows,etc.  It has elements of other potter's techniques, but I feel that I took those techniques, finally, and made it my own.  I have been working on my grandmother's lace and needle point ever since I can remember. Trying to figure out away to honor her and what she has taught me about art.

I admired her work and ability to take something very plain and make it amazing.  I don't value her work in the sense that I keep dollies around the house,etc.  I honor her in my clay however, and she has taught me, along with many potters, how to begin to make it my own!

I choose the Oval shape, even tho throwing big bowls is my favorite thing to do.  Oval is different and not the norm.  And so I thought a great place to make my mark.

The Design is a Flower found only ( that I am aware of) in theTatra Mountains of Poland where my grandmother was from.  She was a Gorale or  Highlander, and this particular flower grows only on the high Tatras or mtn tops. Each village, had a design that they would use for their dress,etc.  Well this was hers and apart of my history and where I came from.

I added to that the pine needles among the flower.  I live and have lived in Colorado for many years.  Pine trees are all around me where I live and even in my studio, out my window there is a pine tree.  So it is  a part of me.

Flowers are a way of sharing, a symbol if you will and my first connection with ancestors when I went to Poland.  My mother, and her sister, my Aunt, had a passion for Roses.  So added roses, in what is becoming a signature of sorts for me, in a stamp form.

It's the first piece I have completed that I think has a story, something worth wondering about.  That is what has always attracted me to pottery, was the story behind the piece or person.  I hope you like it and it speaks to you in some way!

This painting is from a spot high up top of the cliffs over looking the St.Croix River.  The river forms the border between Minnesota and Wisconsin.  This particular spot is on the Minnesota side of the river just south of the town of Taylors Falls.  It was a wonderful autumn day with a bright, yet overcast sky.

As my daughter was making a break across the field with the soccer ball, a ringtone went off from the soccer mom's chair next to me. It's T.I.'s new #1 song, "Whatever you Like." I guess it's not surprising to hear it as a ringtone. It is the #1 downloaded ringtone on iTunes right now, as well as the #1 song from his #1 album. An hour later at Wal Mart I hear Rihanna being played in the store speakers, at least until I got to the audio video section, where a Britney Spears video was playing on the big plasma screens mounted throughout the section. One more stop-the grocery store. Christina Aguilera's song "Keeps Getting' Better" is playing, a song currently at the #2 spot on iTunes.

Who are these artists whose tunes are being heard ubiquitously throughout our grocery stores and soccer fields... yes, even heard by our homeschooled kids!

MTV keeps a list they boast as the MOST POPULAR ARTISTS, the hottest of the hot. If you check iTunes, Billboard... and your kids' iPods, you'll find that MTV's list is right on the money. These are the artists that are capturing our kids' attention.

Curious to know a little more about them? Here's some history... along with Jonathan McKee's two cents:

Read the full article here...

As my daughter was making a break across the field with the soccer ball, a ringtone went off from the soccer mom's chair next to me. It's T.I.'s new #1 song, "Whatever you Like." I guess it's not surprising to hear it as a ringtone. It is the #1 downloaded ringtone on iTunes right now, as well as the #1 song from his #1 album. An hour later at Wal Mart I hear Rihanna being played in the store speakers, at least until I got to the audio video section, where a Britney Spears video was playing on the big plasma screens mounted throughout the section. One more stop-the grocery store. Christina Aguilera's song "Keeps Getting' Better" is playing, a song currently at the #2 spot on iTunes.

Who are these artists whose tunes are being heard ubiquitously throughout our grocery stores and soccer fields... yes, even heard by our homeschooled kids!

MTV keeps a list they boast as the MOST POPULAR ARTISTS, the hottest of the hot. If you check iTunes, Billboard... and your kids' iPods, you'll find that MTV's list is right on the money. These are the artists that are capturing our kids' attention.

Curious to know a little more about them? Here's some history... along with Jonathan McKee's two cents:

Read the full article here...

I first stumbled across the work of Liu Bolin around a year ago, but it's great to finally see this talented artists works cropping on and garnering the acclaim it clearly deserves.

The image above is from the series 'Camouflage', part of a compelling body of work in which the Chinese artist explores notions of instinct and survival.

Post-Olympics, it will be interesting to see if the 'rest' of the world continues its interesting in the notion of survival in modern China, or if we'll simply turn the other cheek to a problem that is intimidatingly vast. These beautiful images however, urge us to seek the unseen and forgotten, and hear their silenced cries.

I came to Flame Warriors through the Dangerous Intersection blog.  Erich Vieth, chief keeper of this blog, has been having difficulty with a particularly egregious flamer, one I'd put into Reed's "Deacon" category.  (I'm not going to name the guy, but you'll be able to spot him in the comments section of this post and this post.)  The tenor of the Deacon's comments got so bad that Erich had to institute a "No Preaching" comment policy in order to bring order back to his blog.

On Flame Warriors, Mike has put out a call for people to identify other types of flamers that don't already appear on his list.  So far, he's received hundreds of suggestions for new Flame Warriors.  That's a lot of flamers.  The beauty of the site is that by parodying rotten commenters, it brings them down several notches and makes them less scary.  As I read through the descriptions, I couldn't help but wonder if I met any of the definitions, even just a little.  Eagle Scout, Fanboy, Lurker, and Pinko resonated.  When I read the definition for Kung-Fu Master, I knew I had found a description of my husband's commenting tendencies.  He has a habit of shutting up other flamers by writing responses that are succinct, well-thought, and undeniably logical, usually mixing them with humor.  Oh, to have that ability at my disposal when I need it!  [Sigh.]

What about you?  Do you think that any of your commenting habits (on forums, blogs, etc.) put you into any of the existing Flame Warrior categories?