This weekend has been all about Black Friday,relaxing and more relaxing!!! I didn’t do much black friday shopping …just some more art supplies to continue the Prince Project daily!!! Does it look a little brighter now that I have some new supplies? I have also been making a ton of ornaments for the holidays,check them out below!!!
Happy Thanksgiving From 365 Days of Prince !!!
Sorry I haven’t been writing much in here the last week! Ive been super busy making holiday cards and ornaments to sell at a party I will be having in my new studio space. Check out some of my ornaments below!
When I first started this project I thought having a cache of Princes would be a good idea. I was thinking if I was having a not so great day, or if I was super busy I would have an illustration tucked away that I could post. That never really happened though. I draw one Prince each day. There has only been a couple of times that I had to draw one ahead, the day I moved, and the two days I spent in the car on a road trip. I think its good that they are drawn every day because it keeps things fresh and current. Also it serves as a diary of sorts for me when the illustrations deal with my life and current news topics. I have been listening to NPR about the comet the last couple of days, I think this news is so interesting.
Caution The Content below is not for those with Coprophobia or grammar Nazis.
Ive been living in a new space for a little over a month now. The new place I have moved to is an old cotton mill converted into live /work studios for artists. I really like the space and all my neighbors are artists of some sort or another and seem to be super cool. The management however is kinda lacking in the awesome department. They seem a little up tight for people who woke up one morning and decided to rent space to artists in a mill. I really want this place to be the utopia for artists I dreamed of, but management so far has been a little like an over zealous sandman fighting my dream. When we first moved in they gave my boyfriend and I one set of keys. Count that in your head now… two people, one set of keys. The math isn’t working for me either. I would get a second copy but they kinda say duplication prohibited all over and in caps so large they make my eyes bleed. So… my boyfriend scales the wall and climbs into a second floor window everyday when he comes home. I told the maintenance guy and he basically shrugged and walked away. Then theres the mailbox that doesn’t exist…I haven’t received mail in a month. i like mail. damn. I do however have a key for the mailbox. My toilet has been the best part of my experience here. Last tuesday our toilet started this weird sloooow drain thing, by thursday the toilet was officially on strike. So we let the maintenance guy know, he then promptly gave us directions to home depot…thanks…thanks for that. So we rented some crazy machine that didn’t do shit. Punny, i know! Friday he finally decided to help us out of sewage city…until 5pm that is. Clock out time.. is clock out time, around here man! Creative peeing became my new hobby, living without a toilet. 7am Saturday morning maintenance came back pounding on the door. I watching three men standing around the hole where my toilet once lived staring at their poop spinning machine. The poop spinning machine really did a great job spattering all the walls, it even got some in the living room. I think I missed that splatter art diy project the day it debuted on HGTV. So I left for the day despite all the excitement. When I came home I found a note: Dear Pooper, sucks to be you. We shut off your water. Hope you find some where to poop. See you on Monday. Maybe. Love, Management (ok that’s not quite how it read…thats just how I translated the letter in my head). Its Wednesday now, we have water and a toilet life couldn’t be better!!! Today I found notices pinned everywhere regarding dog poop. it really bothers me when you walk in an an apartment complex and some anal retentive manager has hung sign after sign up of demands and threats. I hope to god thats not what I have signed up for here. It’s just not conducive to the warm homey feeling your dwelling should have. Some people just aren’t picking up Fido’s poop apparently. They are threatening fee’s and possibly eviction if you don’t pick up after Fido. Maybe it wasn’t Fido though… maybe they just found my secret spot while I was revisiting the stone age… we may never know! 😉 annnd End Rant. Thank you very much my internet friends, I needed to get that off my chest.
Prince is wearing his Poppy pin with pride to celebrate Remembrance Day! I would like to dedicate this post to my Great Grand Father, Treffley Marquis who died at war. I am Thankful for all he did and I am proud to be the great Grand Daughter of such a brave man. I don’t like war or guns, I hope some day we will all live in peace so good men like my Great Grand Father can pass away comfortably in a warm bed. I was also reminded of my grandfathers who served for our country: My Poppy, Charles Fouty served in the Navy in the South Pacific, and Eugine Major. That is… wait for it… Sargent Major, Major! My Grand Father Eugene survived D – Day in Normandy. I am thankful for all that my Grand Fathers did for the future we enjoy now.
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In Flanders field
by John McCrae
in Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I just had a long weekend of all sorts of plumbing issues at my new place…total bummer. I really should have done an illustration of Prince plunging a toilet. I refrained though!!! 🙂 ON second thought the plunger /toilet illustration might be hilarious !!! No plumbing has totally thrown me off, I can tell the quality of my illustrations has gone down the tube slightly since these issues started. Some artists claim to need misery and depression to produce art work, I have never been that kind of artist, nor do I want to be. Sooooo… Lets Disco !!! 😉
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