Sparrow and Curlew, Migration Patterns

Sparrow and Curlew, Migration

‘Sparrow and Curlew,’ like a good chunk of my other work, speaks of nostalgia and sentimentality. Both the Sparrow and the Curlew represent people I love; in turn, I assigned them visual patterns that similarly represent their nature and personalities. The map depicts their migration patterns, outlining, like one might describe a bird’s migration, the ebb and flow of these peoples’ places.

This is a hand printed piece that combines both silkscreen (the color) and lithography (the black linework). The silkscreen portion is 4-layers, and the lithography is a grease-pencil drawing printed from a traditional lithographic stone (a process that is becoming archaic as these stones, harvested from a single quarry, disappear). Created in a limited edition of 12, this particular print is on Rives lightweight, a cream colored paper. Each print is numbered and signed by the artist.

10″ x 13″

For sale on etsy, $25!
www.paperpetual.etsy.com

Bluebird and Mourning Dove, B&W

Bluebird and Mourning Dove

‘Bluebird and Mourning Dove’ was the first lithograph I ever made. Like much of my other work, it touches upon nostalgia and sentimentality. The bluebird, my mom’s favorite bird and a staple sighting around my home in Pennsylvania, represents nostalgia for what I’ve left behind. Baltimore has become my new, transitional home, and the resident mourning doves have replaced the bluebirds of Lewisberry. Situating the two birds together on a single plane is a way for me to acknowledge inherent similarities between the new and the old.

This is a hand printed lithographic print, a grease-pencil drawing printed from a traditional lithographic stone (a process that is slowly becoming archaic as these stones, harvested from a single quarry, disappear). This piece was printed in a limited edition of 12! Each print is numbered and signed by the artist.

8″ x 10″

For sale on etsy, $25!
www.paperpetual.etsy.com

The start of something Etsy.

Paperpetual Etsy Store!

I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and today I finally did it – made myself an Etsy store!  And within the first hours of opening, I’d already sold 1 print!  So needless to say, I’m glad I finally talked myself into it.  I’ll be posting pieces here as they go on sale.

Beyond posting things that are for sale, while I’m home I’m going to attempt to make at least 1 drawing/painting a day – pieces I’ll also post here.  Let’s be honest, I’m not doing much else with my time beyond watching rerun marathons on Bravo.  Better at least attempt to be productive in the next couple weeks.

Thanksgiving

It’s just so nice to be home again.  I know not everybody feels this sort of attachment for home (my brother being a key example), but I can’t help but love being here.  I love being in my house again, despite the feeling of not-quite-my-house-anymore that has been slowly creeping up on me.  I love sitting on the green couch, watching tv and having Daisy crawl onto my lap.  I love sitting down to dinner at the dining table, or sharing half a tuna sandwhich with my mom.  I love listening to my dad singing in the foyer.  I love going to Moe’s for wings and karaoke.  I love stopping at my grandparents house for a few minutes just to say hello.  I like central Pennsylvania and it’s slow rhythm that’s so different from Baltimore, New York, and Philadelpia.

I just like being here.
Which is one of the main reasons behind my love for Thanksgiving.

That and stuffing and corn pudding, anyways.

So I don’t lose this somewhere.

An email I received in response to my Skye blow-by-blow.
Something that shows why, beneath all its superficiality and insincerity and problems, the internet can be incredible.

” Hi Christiane,

I’ve just been reading your blog which is quite fascinating. There are a couple of real coincidences which I just could not ignore without mentioning to you.

Firstly my mother is from a village right next to Achill Island (called Shraigh – nearest town is Belmullet). Indeed I was only recently there as my uncle was knocked off his bike and unfortunately passed away. Secondly you mentioned Dennis Briggs. I haven’t heard from Dennis Briggs for the best part of 35 years. He used to live close to my family in Birmingham.

I knew he had moved to Skye and tried to make contact a few times but the gaps between attempts got longer and longer and I was never sure what I would find or even if Dennis ever wanted to hear from us again. He was a bit like a dad to my sister, my two brothers and me when we were young. I always wanted to tell him that we appreciated all he did for us (although at the time I think we were all horrible teenagers!) but never really got the opportunity as we moved away and then Dennis moved to Skye and we
lost touch.

I won’t take any of your time up but I was so pleased to see his picture (it was my younger brother who just saw it as he was researching Achill on the internet and read on through the rest of your blog.) I know it’s a bit strange having a letter out of the blue like this – I’m not asking for anything – but I just wanted to say that your blog has cheered me up today so a big Thanks!

My brother is printing the pages off to show to my Mum who will be really happy to see Dennis is still going strong.
Anyway, thanks for making my day a happy one,

Warmest regards,
Jim “

It’s a small world. And incredible little things make me happy enough to tolerate the big bad things.

"Kitsch"

(Excerpts from Kitsch, translated from Italian, written by Gillo Dorfles.)

“There is a well-known distinction between the various artistic levels of low-brow, high-brow or… the mid-cult, which indicates that kind of half-way culture, that mediocrity which is probably the most widespread of all, providing the artistic nourishment of the masses.” (p. 14)The idea of ‘Kitschmensch’, or ‘kitsch-man’, “refers to the ‘man of bad taste’, i.e. the way in which a person of bad taste looks at, enjoys, and acts when confronted with a work of art (either good or bad). What proportion of modern mankind could be included in the ranks of kitsch-men? Almost certainly a very high percentage, though perhaps a smaller one than one would think.” (p. 14)

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LOLcats Paper

There’s no real reason why I’m posting this here, beyond the fact that this turned out to be more than just a research paper.  Really and truly, I kind of stand by this.

I Can Has Cheezburger: the Culture of LOLcats

When examining some of today’s subcultures, it is impossible to ignore the affect digital technology has had on the masses. In a time when a plethora of technology is rapidly trickling down into the hands of most individuals, digitalization has become a common tool at the disposal of virtually anyone. As of studies conducted in 2006, it is estimated that 92 percent of UK children use the Internet on school computers, nearly 75 percent have Internet access at home, and approximately 57 percent of the adult population regularly use the Internet.1 With its potential for communication between infinite varieties of people, the Internet has certainly influenced the way subcultures develop. With strict exclusivity rendered nearly impossible by the anonymity that digitalization provides, subcultures have been forced to include much wider variations in membership. “In this fashion, subcultures associated with the Internet are involved in the revolutionary circulation and democratization of information and culture… Emergent ‘post-subcultures’ are involved in the attempt to allow people the freedom to re-define and construct themselves.”2 I Can Has Cheezburger, a user-interactive website created in celebration of an Internet subculture derived from “leetspeak” and “macro” subcultures, is steeped in this ethos of non-exclusive membership.

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Skye

warning: this is going to be long, long, loooong.
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I wasn’t certain what to expect from Skye. I’d been so caught up in preparations for the beginnings of my Easter break travels I never really stopped to plan the last few days, outside of buying bus tickets with Alyssa. I’d heard Skye was beautiful, but I really had no knowledge of what kind of beauty to expect, besides the water. “Isle of Skye,” island is right in the title after all.

7am seemed dreadfully early, especially considering that was the time the bus actually pulled away from the station. Waking up at 5 was painful, but I assumed I’d have more than enough time to sleep during the 6 hour bus ride. When the bus pulled away I was initially sleepy, chatting with Alyssa and lounging against the window, attempting to stay comfortable (a difficult task when riding a bus). But all thoughts of slumber faded as the scenery quickly turned from suburbs to mountains. If I’d have known that a simple hour-long bus ride North would be so beautiful, I’d certainly have chosen to take such a trip earlier. The highlands are surprisingly near to Glasgow.

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