Wednesday, May 18, 2016

A Book about Jim Henson

OK, everyone, get the tissues ready.

So, those of you who know me, know that I've been a Muppet fanatic FOR. EVER.  Seriously, I take my Muppets very seriously.  I grew up watching The Muppet Movie and The Great Muppet Caper.  I had a vinyl record of the Muppet Movie soundtrack that I wore out on my little Fischer Price record player.  I had a Miss Piggy doll with a purple turban and silky purple gloves; one of the worst moments of childhood was leaving her outside overnight and finding her the next day, victim to the neighborhood dogs.  I discovered David Bowie through Labrynth, essentially, which I'd wager is pretty much the opposite of how other people discovered his music.  I mourned the untimely death of Jim Henson.  I tried to name my son Kermit (his dad saved him from that fate).  One of my happiest memories was graduating college and going to Disneyworld, where I took far too many pictures, and got to actually sit in the Muppet Theatre and watch animatronic Statler and Waldorf.  I think that was more exciting than graduation.  I learned to love the slight shift of the Muppets after Jim Henson's death, and experience the excitement of discovering new sides to their characters.

My boyfriend/significant other/life partner/fonfon ru knows these things, and will give me gifts that find those little bits of joy in my brain that get buried under to do lists and a need to pay bills.  I have the original Muppet Movie soundtrack album again.  We found the exact Miss Piggy doll in a thrift store.  I now have a little Constantine doll to add to my growing collection.  When he heard about this biography, he bought it for me, and I have to thank him for it; this book of voodoo that created some kind of frankenstein of intense emotional experiences.

I'm not sure that I want to write a review.  The whole experience of reading it left me...I guess bereft?  I know that's a dramatic way to put it, but a sadness just lingered.  It's not often I cry about a story, true or not, but this left me feeling rather hollow and strange.  It wasn't even making sense to me, either.

 Things I could identify from the experience:

  • I was intensely jealous of anyone who had the chance to know Jim Henson.
  • I almost wish I didn't really know that he was that loving and that much loved.  I had a super strong feeling about it, from the little I had seen about the man, but having it confirmed was much harder.  
  • I was in awe of the man's energy.  My life in comparison seemed rather empty.
  • I was really glad I didn't have his drive.  I don't want a life that full.
  • I was genuinely puzzled at the idea that some of his work was considered a critical failure at the time, even if I don't necessarily dig all of it.
  • I was a bit disappointed in his desire for the physical, whether it be women or antiques.
  • I was sad for Jane; it seemed she endured a lot very quietly
Overall, it really renewed my admiration for the man and the things that seemed to have leapt, full blown, from his head.  But I was also kind of devastated because I am, and will be, so far removed from that kind of creativity and motion.  That, and other dark, wiggly thoughts that hover on the field of vision as I look around at day to day life.  

His life is not mine to judge.  It was his, and he lived it, and I'd say he did a damn fine job of it, based on the legacy he left and the people who still love him and speak of him fondly.  The pain of experiencing him in this way was different than I'd had before.  It wasn't like the pain of finding out that your parents have flaws.  It wasn't like finding out that your favorite actor is horrible to his family and you can't even enjoy his films like you did.  It was like finding out a fictional character was real, and you would have loved him and been inspired by him (warts and all), but you are never going to get that chance.  (It's like Rose being trapped in that other dimension for all time, and you are the 4th doctor, but you know how great it is going to be.)

So thanks(?) Brian Jay Jones.  It's obvious that the impact was such that I am not even really able to articulate it well yet, and it has been a few weeks since I finished it.  Eventually, though, I think that the collision of the ideas and experiences of this man with my brain will ultimately result in some kind of life change after someone hauls in the jaws of life and helps me sort out what just happened here.  

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Updating an old painting

I'm one of those artists with the stereotypical moments where I'm absolutely in love with a painting, alternating with moments where I want to throw it in the trash and give up painting altogether.  For some time, I would start a sketch or painting, but then I would get frustrated with it and stop.

I think stopping is a good idea, as sometimes a break and time to calm down is the only thing you need.  Heck, I've even put paintings away for months, only to pull it out and decide it isn't so bad, then hang it on my wall and have it be something I enjoy seeing every day.

But the stopping I do most often is stopping because I'm afraid to ruin it.  This was a problem for a while.  I was afraid that my skill was too limited, and I would ruin all the things that I liked about a painting.  For the record, I don't do studies, though I probably should explore that.  This painting hung on my wall for a couple of years.  I'd lie in bed and look at it, and struggle to imagine how to get the effect I wanted.

So I googled it, and it's out there.  Guys, there are tutorials for anything you want to do.  I knew this, of course, but THERE ARE TUTORIALS ON HOW TO PAINT AN OCEAN FLOOR.  That's oddly specific but exactly what I needed.  I picked up this painting and committed to finishing it.

To begin:

This is the start.  The idea I originally had was to paint a female nude in the abstract, resembling a desert and/or ocean floor and have rays come down and the dapple of light on her body.  I got this far and decided I didn't know how to continue, but I liked it enough to not want to ruin it.  

Step 1:

OK, so first of all the color of the bottom is more yellow due to a difference in light sources.  Something I learned from poking around the internet is that I'm afraid of chunks of direct color.  There are many ways that people paint that include large chunks of color or rough strokes, and once detail is added, then the eye interprets them.  It's really interesting.  Using this idea, I used a lot of dry brush for the first time, and it really turned out well.  I like the effect.  

Step 2:

In between steps two and three, I attempted to paint ripples on the main source of light up there, and had to do some repainting, as it looked pretty bad to me.  I was working on the detail idea, but it wasn't working.  That resulted in a bit of a lighter look in the middle.  The instruction on the rays down were to lightly dry brush, and then to blur with another brush with no paint.  It looked thick and streaky and not light at all.  I took a wet paper towel and lightened and that helped quite a bit, so I started painting with that.  It was like finger painting, but with extra dampness.  At first the rays were symmetrical looking, so I added more until it looked random.  I think the end result looks somewhat natural.  I'm not going for photorealism here, but something recognizable would be nice.

I paused here, because my eyes were tiring, and I wanted to be on my game for the next part.  I also wanted to sleep on the light rays, because something about them doesn't seem right to me.  I'll be on Google image search looking at ocean floors today.  I'm going to try for going again tonight.  

Monday, March 28, 2016

Newsletter Success for LMVVFD!

Good news, everyone!

I’m pleased to announce that the Lake Murray Village area in southern Oklahoma has raised funding to install a new (to them) tornado siren!   Through the volunteer firefighters over at the Lake Murray Village Volunteer Fire Division and an ongoing newsletter written by me, we managed to let the public know about the project and solicit help from the community. 

The previous system was quite a bit older and a newer system was very much needed.  The new system will be installed soon, and will not only have the volume and reach needed for the immediate area, but will also expand the reach to other rural residents who don’t have access to emergency storm sirens.  In addition to the expanded reach, this system will be able to be automatically triggered by weather monitoring entities.