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May 14, 2008

The Farm Chicks

How about them bananas? Two posts in two days!!Logofarmchicks
I'm up to my eyeballs in almostfrantic preparations for THIS coming up. Yup. I'm doin' it. Will be getting ready for it for the next few weeks. I'm vending at THE FARM CHICKS Antique show in Spokane, WA the first weekend in June. It's the biggest undertaking I've ever taken on solo when it comes to selling my artwork. I'll be there will lots of door paintings, jewelry and some pretty darn fun new sculptural work. So, if you find yourself in the area, or in need of a vacation from wherever you are, do stop by. My friend Liz will be there selling her amazing stuff along with many other wonderful vendors. I'm SO not ready for it.....yet. ;)

In the mean time, I'm tappin' my toes to this song?

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May 13, 2008

Laughter is the best medicine

Things that turn up the corners of my mouth today:

the way Sadiethewonderdog always hides from the camera and snorts and rolls around in excitement when a) we first wake up in the morning, b)the girls get home from school and c)when I say "wanna go for a ride?"

the way Vince dances around from room to room when music is playing and how his twinkling blue aura and even more twinkly blue eyes warm every last corner of our home and my heart.

the sun shining through the vintage embroidered tablecloth hanging over my bedroom window.

the birds all over my feeders. every last one of them. even the mean, nasty Jays.

old ideas shaking loose from the chipped walls of my mind and showing me their ridiculousness.

New music on my Pandora stations.

Img_2293_10 finding this at the ice cream counter. For you, Kelly!!

getting ready to go for a drive in the bug to see a new-to-me naturopathic dr. who is younger than me....while listening to this song - feeling the sun warming my legs and the wind tickling my ears. I'm actually smiling. Really. How could I not?!?! Look at all the other drivers....so serious...don't they know it's a GLORIOUS day??? Why are they staring at me? Oh. It's because I'm dancing while driving. :)

phone hugs from two very dear friends yesterday.

Img_2272_3 Img_2274 these pictures taken in Hampton a week ago of little old ladies in sock feet and flower hats fishing off the pier. (more on Art and Soul later).


Things that I will find humor in if it's the LAST thing I do!! (because, it seems to me that humor is a darn good sign that a shift is happening and I love it when shift happens!)

my cushy middle.

my wavering faith in natural medicine and my body's ability to respond to the support I'm trying my darndest to give it.

the fact that I have to have a vintage embroidered tablecloth covering my window to be able to walk around in my skivies in my own dang bedroom.

Img_2284 Img_2287 watching our last house - a little cottage we breathed a whole new life into - getting bulldozed before our very eyes last Friday. Decades of lives even before us leveled in a half of an hour.

trying to learn my new Mac after just feeling fairly adept at the world of PC's. (thank you Kelly!!)

fuel prices.

 

the fact that the girls' softball schedules are as full as mine in spite of my best efforts by playing subconscious messages to them all night in hopes of keeping my life simple. "I don't want to play with friends. I want to stay home. I want to help mom do chores around the house. I don't want to play sports. I just want to do everything I can to keep mom's life simple." It's not working.

the idea that the guilt for not posting more often is real.

April 30, 2008

Heaven on earth

I'm sitting in the San Fransisco airport on a red-eye to Philly then Hampton for Art and Soul. Carla is on a red-eye tonight, I think too. I sympathize, I do. BUT, I have three tag-a-longs - Vinnietheman, Annabelletheprecocious, and Melissatheannoyedateverythingbecauseshe'salmostateenager. Yup. My very own pack of super heros.Vr_sign

I'm thinking of the wonderful place Vince and I were gifted to be able to visit last weekend. I've found it. Heaven on earth. Yup...amazing food and all. I'd attempt to keep it a secret except for the fact that so many of you know about it already. I'm just lagging behind in experiencing it myself. Maybe I had to wait until I was good and tired to really....really appreciate it's calming, grounding and re-enthusing effects. Na...I would have felt it no matter what. It can't be helped! Where to begin. Vr_trees_and_sunset I could spend all night talking about the charming farm house (formerly the main residence, now a guest house for students), or the wonderfully light-filled and accommodating studio, or the welcoming community room where meals were served. How about at keeping it simple and let the photos do most of the talking. They don't NEARLY do the place justice, but it's a good effort, at least.

Kathy and Bill at Valley Ridge Art Studio are a class of their own. Both welcomed us as if we were family and we certainly felt instantly at home and comfortable. They showed us "the farm" (I had found my heart's paradise) and their gorgeous new home with amazing color, energy and warmth. The guest room - decadent and cozy - views of the gorgeous rolling hillsides. Vr_bedroom The food Bill served the most divine lunches of farm fresh foods - nourishing, light, and scrumptious - and bent over backwards to keep us all stocked with hot tea water, coffee, teas, snacks, soda, and tiny crunchy mint wafers...and I have NEVER had a fried egg as delicious as Kathy's! YUM! (You may find, if you visit Valley Ridge, that everything is better. Maybe it's the view. Maybe it's Kathy and Bill. Maybe it's something else to that you just can't quite put your finger on but it sure is divine. Yes. You may also find in this post, that I run out of adjectives so I will repeat the same ones. Maybe I'll have to make up a few of my own.)

The women in class were all the most gracious, playful, and open students a teacher could ask for. All amazingly talented and accomplished in their own various ways, I felt humbled that they had so much interest in my offerings. The work they made - ambitious and adventurous. Thank you SO much each of you....Jackie with her darling hinged box, Claudia with her larger-than-life pea pod, Liz with her Tim Burton inspired ghost dress, Pam with her sweet faced cherub plaque and vintage doll niche, Janet with her incredible, french-inspired joker goose (holy cow!!), Carol with her chunky fun fence, Chris with her abstract pairing of geometric shapes (and her forthcoming adventure of spending a summer in France), Colleen with her awesome cemetery-like niche and funky vertebrae chicken (who celebrated her #@th birthday with us on day one),Valerie with her amazing heart niche with cracked burlap and bird casting, Bea with her sweet spiritual representation of the Storyteller - healing the earth, and Kathy, who joined in on the fun and created many incarnations of an imposing textural piece which she will , no doubt, make amazing. Thank you each of you for your energy and welcoming spirits. I will treasure my time there with you!

If you ever have the unpassupable (there's one of those new adjectives) to visit Valley Ridge - to be greeted by Bill's favorite-uncle personality and Kathy's sparkling aura and beautiful hands (BEAUTIFUL, I tell you. I didn't tell her - didn't want to make her feel conscious of them and stop waving them around like she was sprinkling magic on everything) then do it. DO IT. Don't second guess it even for a second.

Thank you, kathy and Bill! I have a new flavor of blood running through my veins. It tickles with the Malkaisen Magic and the Valley Ridge mojo! (boarding has started...no time to proof read.  I hope i t all makes sense and doesn't sound like some rambling of a wonderful dream...wait...that's what it is.) :)Vr_snowy_morning Vr_janets_joker Vr_lizs_painted_hands Vr_lizs_smile Vr_old_shed Vr_pea_pod Vr_trees_and_sunset_2 Vr_vince_steph_kathy_and_bill Vr_white_pines Vr_bird_in_heart_on_crackle Vr_garden_arbor_2 Vr_bird_with_mikes_piece_2

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April 23, 2008

butterfly landing

Pink_flowers I've been home from Asilomar now for almost a week. Where does the time go? I had a wonderful, magical time.

I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you all about how nervous I was preparing for a venue I've never been too. Wisteria About how I waffled between uncertainty and surrender and about how wonderful it all turned out. I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you about how beautiful it was there - the scenery, the setting, the light of the coast, the salty smell of the air, the twisted, sculptural trees, how I didn't take NEARLY enough pictures, the eager students trusting in my ability to share something inspiring with them, the looks on their faces and they watched and patiently awaited their turn to play - those same faces morphing throughout the day from anticipation to frustration to pride by the end of the day. I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you how grateful I am for each and every student. Every. Single. One. Girls_running_from_waves Grateful for their time, their energy and most of all, grateful to those who kindly and respectfully gave honest feedback and wonderful ideas of how I could improve the experience more for the next class. I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you how blessed I feel to have dear friends who have opened their hearts and shared feelings with me, who have invited me into their space with other friends to laugh and share more stories. Thank you. Anna_smiling I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you how nothing in the world means more to me than seeing the sweet and natural and unrestrained joy in my daughters faces when they don't care who's watching....for the dear husband (here, dipping into the sacred headwaters of the Sacramento River at the base of Mount Shasta....mmm....deliciousShasta_water ) who supports all my efforts and encourages me - reminds me I'm capable in the most gentlystrong way imaginable. I've sat down a dozen times ready to write and tell you how exhausted I am - how amazingly, physically challenging this whole reality of globe-trotting and teaching is for me - and how it's worth every ounce of energy and then some...but...because i am so busy I won't take the time to tell you all these things. :) Light_and_window_2 Instead I will keep soldiering forward preparing for the next round = Valley Ridge this coming weekend. Just a day and a half after returning home from that, our little family will be jet setting to Virginia where I will teach three and a half FULL days of classes there.Windows_at_asilomar

April 10, 2008

Book on etsy

Well, the new website is slow going so in the mean time, I've added my book to my etsy shop. I'm hoping to have the site up in the next week, but the computer-vortex-gremlins might have a different idea. One can hope, right?

I'm preparing to go to teach at Art and Soul Asilomar in California. I'm SO excited to see dear friends and the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, enthusiastic students! That's the best part. :)

My head isn't much able to conjure up any flowery posts...the kind that make you take a deep breath and be grateful you are able to take in the beauty someone is sharing. Mary Ann Moss's posts of late have been that way for me - how does she create those words and phrases and images - so simple and yet so incredibly soulful? Not heavy soulful. FULL soulful. "Yes" soulful. "Thank you world" soulful. I'm feelin' it and loving every tender, grace-filled taste of remembering that it brings.


March 31, 2008

New Website

As of this evening, my current website ( www.stephanieleestudios.com ) will be unavailable for a while. I'm currently working with a web designer to create a new site and will let you know as soon as it is up and running. I'm amazed at the process that some of this techy stuff is at times!
In the meantime, if you are interested in receiving a copy of my book, Semiprecious Salvage, drop me an e-mail and I'll tell you how to get it! (or, if you absolutely can't wait until then, you can order it at Amazon here.)

While you are browsing the web, check out this really great etsy shop. Cori executes simple, yet endearingly thoughtful pieces that I just had to have a few of! I'm looking forward to putting them up on my wall! :)

Happy Artfesting to all you goers out there. Blogland will be abuzz with stories when you return! :)

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(The entrance to the Tibetan Temple in Ashland, OR taken by my daughter while on a day-long road trip with sister, cousin and Gramgy over spring break).

March 26, 2008

Treading water

Lately I've been sitting between all the words and emotions and opinions and thoughts floating around the ethers of blogland. Mothers who are finding themselves in the laughter of their children. Photographers who are seeing themselves really for the first time - figgiting under the spotlight of their own eyes. Farmers learning more about life from their animals than from the philosophy books in their library. Women laughing. Women aching. Women hiding in philosophically-flowery ideas and self-convincing. Women tenderly, bravely pouring their hearts out in words. Women wrapping themselves protectively in other words. And I'm noticing that I'm not sure where I am in some ways. In most ways I'm grounded and rooted and aware of and in myself, but in some ways, there are still questions. Such is life I suppose and I could spend eternity trying to explain it further. But for now I float in what I'm doing. Take_a_seat

I float in not always knowing how to catch myself in the intake breath before impatient words slipping into precious ears. I float in not always trusting that I know how to be a good friend. I float in knowing that I'm really afraid sometimes of letting friendships run deep - of being the "new friend" that soon becomes old.  I float in not always knowing how to be grateful and present. I float in not always feeling creative and in the guilt I feel when I feel like throwing all effort to the wind and living a drier life. I float in knowing that tomorrow I'm likely to catch myself in that intake breath. I float on knowing that tomorrow I might wake up with a renewed enthusiasm to show up at the table and practice. I float on knowing that there is plenty of time for me to "figure things out". I float on the knowing that if the world fell apart and my house burned down and my hands no longer could form the work I fight with at times and if I were standing naked in a room full of friends with their backs turned, that I would be able to stand there with my heart fuller than full with the love I've been gifted with in this life - in it's many forms and offerings.

I'm listening to this music today. And this and this and this...all by the incredibly talented musicians and actors in this deliciously heartbreaking movie.

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March 20, 2008

Buds a burstin'

New_life_old_life_twig_detailOkay. I admit it - I'm a sucker for spring. Little coaxing is needed to pull me out the door to wander the land, inspecting all the new life emerging from the tip of each and every rooted twig. Even the willow and grape cuttings, sitting in nothing but a bucket of water, are fat with new life! I'm always - ALWAYS - holding a sense of awe and wonder at such sights and I hope never to loose this. Ever. For me it is yet another awesome reminder of my source. It is different for every one, but in all of us, I think, we feel a bit of anticipation - a sense of awe and gratitude and being able to stand as a witness to new life (in all it's various forms).
New_life_old_life_clasp_detailIn honor of this feeling (and in spite of my better judgment to hang onto these little reminders for the many shows I have coming up these next few months) I have listed a few pieces in my etsy shop. I will keep them there for a while and them pull them to set aside for the coming months. I just wanted to share a little corner of my spring with you. :)

March 19, 2008

Etching Tutorial and swappin' love

Okay, I promised an etching tutorial and so an etching tutorial you will get. I SO love using this technique in my jewelry as it adds so much interest and texture. Without further adieu....

Two posts ago I gave a ratio that was backwards. I'm so embarrased even though I've corrected it. The ratio is TWO parts hydrogen peroxide (the cheap drugstore variety) and ONE part muriatic acid (available in the masonry section of darn near any hardware store). If at all possible, execute this process out doors. The fumes are corrosive (if left in an open container) and nasty smelling. Wearing goggles and gloves is STRONGLY suggested even if outdoors.Acid_picture_1












Before I mix the acid solution, I prepare a baking soda water bath to have on hand. This will instantly neutralize any acid spill. Also keep the soda box on hand just in case. :) MAKE SURE the container is at least 4-5 times the total volume of the acid solution so that you can use it later to neutralize the acid solution which bubbles and expands like a crazy person when added to the soda water.Acid_picture_2











Prepare your metal. This process works for brass, nickel/silver and copper (not sterling. That's a whole other beast.) There are a few different ways to transfer images onto metal (refer to my book *wink* *wink* for more ideas). Shown here are two - using a rubber stamp and a black dye ink pad, making sure it is very dry before submersion. The other is using a craft store stencil and white, heavy bodied acrylic paint. All pieces are backed with masking tape burnished really well around the edges. A thick coat of acrylic paint would work as well but then it has to dry and I don't like waiting for paint to dry if I don't have to. Acid_picture_3













Pour peroxide into large, plastic container. SLOWLY add the acid to the peroxide.
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Place the metal pieces in the solution and plan to gently swirl the container often to keep the mixture agitated. The agitation helps carry the etched metal haze off the pieces allowing for fresh solution to touch the surface and continue etching. Die hard circuit board etchermakerpeople will put the hose end of an aquarium pump in it to cause continuous bubbles. If you happen to have an extra pump lying around the studio (c'mon..you have everything else under the sun in there!!), give it a try.
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You will notice the solution start to turn a pretty shade of blue-green. This means it's working. On this particular etching day, this took about 5 minutes for it to turn this color.
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Things to do while metal is etching (between swirling rounds):
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2) Feed the runny babbitRunny_babbit





























3) Stir the pot of azuki beans cooking on the stoveBeans.










4) Thank a dear friend for his tenderly kept spring garden - my own little corner of sunshine in this gray spring.
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Now, back to work... Using tweezers that you'll promise NEVER to use to pluck your eyebrows with, grab the tape of one of the pieces, lift it out of the solution and drop immediately into the soda water. Watch it bubble as it neutralizes.Acid_picture_7














I pulled the three pieces out at varying intervals of time. The first piece with the beehive and the grass came out after only 5 minutes. The nest - after 10, and the nickel/silver piece, after 12-15 or so. The pictures don't show it but the depth of the etch is a bit deeper on the ones left in longer.
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After I neutralized the pieces, removed the tape, washed with a soda paste under running water (just for extra measure) and dried it, I added blackening agent to patina the pieces. (It turns them black). I then sanded over everything with 400 grit wet/dry sand paper to highlight areas. Viola!
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When you are done etching, make sure you are in a safe area and slowly pour the acid solution into the soda water. It will bubble pretty dramatically. Add a little at a time after each previous addition slows down the bubbling. When all the acid is poured and the bubbles have mellowed, gently swirl the container a few times to reactivate any more neutralizing that still needs to happen. When the mix stops bubbling, the solution is neutralized. It turns another lovely shade of opaque green.Acid_picture_11_2

Now, here's for the part where you get to execute your best judgment. I etched here and there and make such small batches of solution that I have no problem dumping the neutralized solution into the gravel of my driveway and  hosing it for a while. If you live in an apartment, it might be a good idea to check into a hazardous waste disposal site. You be the judge. Supposedly neutral means neutral, but I'm finding a lot of different information on how to dispose of it. Whatever you feel the most comfortable with.

There, now that the tutorial is done, here are a few teaser pictures of a project I just passed onto a friend...this is just a small portion of the project I sent on. A year long exchange with 11 other incredible artists. All of whom I admire greatly as artists, mothers and friends. I'm so honored to be a part of the group (I think I'm supposed to keep the names secret for now, but in a year when it's all done, you'll not be disapointed, for sure!). :)
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Okay, off to bed with my favorite new book.

March 17, 2008

Who knew

Olive_grove_bw On a day like today, when the clouds drop little more than mist yet it's consistent enough to keep the world glistening wet, I often find my energy curling up around me like a big wool poncho. A bit itchy but the warmth fools me into thinking it's nurturing. Not today. Today my skin needs a little more breathing room - the energy needs to take a little walk and let me have a few moments with my hollow, receptive, open self. That self that has been quiet for a while. Who knew self-protection wasn't the answer today?

I shrugged this cloak a year ago or so, and opened up to new friends, new ideas, new questions. Like a dark church with sunlit doors flung open, the confined birds of old ideas stirred up a dust cloud as they flapped their way to freedom - my old ideas left in one swift, scattered moment. Some of them. Some of them I hadn't noticed in a while make their presence known now and then. They're still here. I must have left the doors open for they traipse in and out at whim. Who knew that my heart would hold onto so much...even that that doesn't serve me?

Letting my soulskin have a breath of fresh air heightens all sensations. I love more freely. I laugh more easily. I listen more closely. I speak more consciously. I question more quickly. I ache more deeply. I grieve more forgivingly. I care more openly. I doubt more readily. I do it anyway. Who knew that feeling more exposed could be so healing?

With dear friends on my mind - a vision of each one passing through my mind's eye - I want to reach out and offer what I have been holding back for so long - perhaps most of my life....back to that time right after I was most content spinning in circles in my sunday dress...when all the world was right simply by the nightlight across the hall. Now it's time to remember my offering. I don't even know what it is in full, but I will share it and open and ask "what can I do to help" even when i know the answer is "nothing". I think of YOU with babies growing like weeds, you deciding whether or not to have babies, you with children grown, you at your table writing and painting and weaving stories with your hands and am achingly grateful to you for the springtime of our friendship - for the sweetness you have offered me in our short knowing of each other. Did we make an agreement to meet up in this lifetime? To share stories of motherhood and sisterhood and wifehood and artisthood and seekerhood? You know who you are. Yes. You. Dancing for your babies, playing cards, weaving your ornaments, noticing the blue of the sky, writing poetry, stirring up laughter like it's your special family recipe - like no one else can, tending to your flock and your brood and your herd. Who knew you'd inspire me to offer my better self - a small and seemingly inadequate exchange for the opening you've inspired in me. Who knew indeed.