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February Contest Image
Try your hand at coming up with a winning caption!
Well, I thought it was funny…
Occasionally I release a design that I think is absolutely hilarious… but apparently no one else agrees.
This design says just about everything about the four years I kept house in lovely Greene, ME.
The Joys of Spell-Check
People ask me all the time where I get my ideas. This is something I wish would happen more often:
Several years ago I mentioned in an email to a friend how much I liked Susan Lihn, owner of Wake Up Little Suzie – a great little shop in Washington, DC.
Before hitting “send” I decided to spell-check my email. My spell-check didn’t care for the word “suzie” and suggested I change it to “sushi”… and thus was a magnet born! Read more
Winter in Youngsville, New Mexico
My husband Nathan and I moved to tiny Youngsville, NM in December of 1999. Youngsville (formerly known as El Rito de los Encinos; the first postmaster – Mr. Young – decided to honor himself by changing the name) is so small (in the last few years the population has skyrocketed to 112) that very few New Mexicans have even heard of it. In order to avoid lengthy explanations and dubious looks, we just tell people we live in the neighboring metropolis of Coyote (population: 1,543).
Youngsville is gorgeous in the winter. Because there is so little traffic, the snow stays gloriously white until the day it melts. Freddie is rarely able to make it in to my studio in his UPS truck, but driving out to the highway to meet him is a very small price to pay for all this loveliness:
Early morning sun on the snow-covered road
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Ethnic Diversity
I have had so many requests over the years to please, please, please add a little ethnic diversity to my line. Since I work with found imagery, this has not been easy. Print media of the 30s, 40s, and 50s were maniacally devoted to promoting just one narrow ideal: the slim, cheerful, perfectly groomed, white dream-girl-slash-housewife.
Eleven years ago I did find three period images of African-American women, but I was reluctant to add them to the line until I could find more. Three just seemed so token. After eleven years of fruitless searching I decided to go ahead and add the first three, and trust that the world would bring me more images in due time.
Our first African-American ladies are just as slim, cheerful, and perfectly groomed as their Caucasian counterparts, but hey, one stereotype at a time!
June Cleaver, eat your heart out!
This January I feature African-American models on three magnets:
 oops! I spent the grocery money on shoes again... |
 I believe the word you're searching for is 'divine' |
 you mess with the kitty, you feel the claws |
Parsnip Boy to the Rescue
I don’t spend all my time cutting up old magazines.
Sometimes I cut up art books. And seed catalogs. Circus posters.
Pretty much anything I can get my hands on.
In 1998 I had my first one-woman show at a gallery in Portland, ME, and “parsnip boy to the rescue” was featured on the invitation to the opening.
Parsnip boy’s outstretched arms are borrowed from a sleeping dog, and he is flying through 18th century London.
