Ordinary Days

Numero Cinco

Five down, two to go. This one is called “Night and Day” for fairly obvious reasons.

Night:

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and Day:

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I’m hopeful that this tarp’s pink sky is one which brings delight rather than warning. There’s really only so much weather that these wonders can resist.

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Here’s a picture of this tarp in my livingroom. I’m looking forward to having that room back for living in. Soon!

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Tarparazzo

“Treefort Blues,” the second tarp I finished in my marathon race to complete these monsters, er,… pieces of ephemeral public art, is the tarp which will grace the cover of the Weekly on March 19th.

Jake Soper of Evermore Prints will photograph the tarp for the Weekly. Jake has done beautiful, meticulous work for Mike and me as well as tons of other artists in Boise, and I know his work on this photo will be great.

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Jakes’s a bit worried about glare off that dagnabbed polyvinyl, but as the wise men say, “glare happens.”

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Meanwhile I have been given the gift of more time — the tarps will be installed on Friday the 14th, which allows me four more days of breathing room than I had planned on, and believe me, I need them. Every day I do battle with these tarps and duck tape and actually survive to blog about it is a victory that is hard to describe.

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Margaret Thatcher said “You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.” I wonder if she ever duck taped anything. I kind of doubt it. If she had she would know that duck tape actually wins more often than not, so her quote would have been more along the lines of “You may have to fight a battle more than a gazillion times to win it.”

I have proof:

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I can only assume these people are smiling because like me they believe that art is worth it.

Number Four on the Floor

I’m over the hump. Four are done. Of course I am developing posture Quasimodo would relate to and for some reason the toes on my left foot have gone numb. But it’s all good, right?

This one is called “Granny Squares” and is hard to photograph so you’ll just have to settle for details.

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And now I’ve got to limp as fast as I can over to BSPR to hang the Metamorphosis exhibition….

Any minute now.

Audrey?

Action Girl is in her element this week! Yesterday I managed to finish the third tarp (in two hours less than it took me to finish the second tarp) AND arrange the artwork to be hung in the TVAA exhibition Metamorphosis which opens March 7th.

I had help of course. While I was madly working at home on the third tarp which I have titled “Orange You Glad,” Jordan Newberry was at BSPR ably receiving all the artwork for the show. And when I went to BSPR to deliver my piece, mom met me there and helped me work out the arrangement.

Then I went home and got back to work on tarp #3. Is it just me or does this one look like it wants to reach out and take a big ol’ bite? The Tarp Picada that ate the artist.

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Orange you glad I only have four more to go? Well I am!

One Tarp per Day

One tarp per day. That is the plan. It doesn’t matter that I am responsible for a TVAA show hanging this week. It doesn’t matter that my livingroom looks like a bowling alley while I spread polyvinyl and duck tape hither and yon. It doesn’t even matter that tomorrow is Mardi Gras (and any of you who know our New Orleans history, know that matters) and we won’t be celebrating.

One tarp per day, for seven days, and then I get my life back.

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Day One was Saturday, March 1st, and this is the first finished tarp…

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Day Two was Sunday, March 2nd, and I finished the last bit just as “Twelve Years a Slave” won the Oscar for Best Picture. Wee bit poetic I thought. Well maybe a haiku’s worth. A limerick’s?

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Stay tuned. Day three is just getting started!

I live to Tarpe another Diem

Thanks to my crack team: Mom, Marilyn Frazier, and Barb Bowling, I now have four of my seven tarps taped and ready to be “detailed.”

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In fact I believe all of us could easily win in an alligator wrestling contest after wrangling with these monsters. You haven’t lived until you’ve blown out your quads, strained your back, torn your fingernail, gummed up your best scissors and ground Fusion plastic spray paint into the knees of your jeans.
A little alligator spit sounds delightful after that.

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Once we’ve taped all the fronts to all the backs with the oh so easy to peel double-sticky carpet tape (ha!) my next hurdle is to “detail” the tarps and seal each cut so when they’re out in the elements the wind doesn’t catch them and tear them, and the rain doesn’t drip inside and fill them up like giant water balloons.

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I still have three to tape today and my “crack” team will consist of Me, Myself, and I (who will undoubtedly fill you in on the joys of solo tarp wrangling in a later post). Wish me luck.

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I do have great news — shall we call it the giant carrot keeping me motivated right now? One of these tarps will be the cover art of the March 19th edition of the Weekly — the week of Treefort Music Fest! The tarp itself will be auctioned at their annual charity art auction in November. How cool is that!

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Alright!! I’m stoked! Tarps — I’m comin’ for you…get ready to wrastle!

Tarpe Diem

At least I warned you my blog presence would be spotty, and now I’ve got pictures to prove I’m really not just sitting around watching Netflix and eating bon bons — though I’ve had my fair share of that as well. (If I don’t give myself little treats now and then I pitch fits and stomp out of the room and quit, so it’s just easier to let me watch Netflix and have a bon bon.)

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I have been working on my public art project for Treefort, which as you know is going to be giant tarps cut out to look like papel picado. Only I can only find the tarps in blue, brown, white and silver so I have had to paint 10 of them to get some fun colors.

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It took 17 cans of Fusion (for plastic) spray paint in red, pink, yellow, purple, and orange to paint 10 tarps with Mike’s able assistance. My hand could barely grip my toothbrush this morning. (This could be a problem considering the number of bon bons I earned with that little paint job!)

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Luckily we had a relatively warm sunny day and the tarps dried spread out on the lawn. They are now stacked in the loft in the garage awaiting the next steps.

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I have 8 million, OK, 8 rolls of carpet tape to adhere the cut tops to the painted bottoms, and my crack team of assistants is lined up to help.

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Honestly I wish I had a videographer to chronicle the process ahead and set the whole catastrophe to music. The plan is to take the tops which I have already cut out and ever so deftly adhere them to the colorful bottoms.

Here are the tarps I’ve already cut out, stacked in my sewing studio:

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I’ll let your imagination run with that plan I just mentioned for a moment.

There is hope, however. The cut out parts look really cool, and IF we can actually get them to become one with the other colorful tarps then I think this will end up being one of my favorite projects ever.

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I’ll keep you posted, and until then…I think I just heard a bon bon calling!

Hey the Sun Came Out!

Hey the Sun came out! But I’m still fighting my way out of the inversion — at least the one going on inside my brain.

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I’ve been working on the See Spot Walk design for IHS and I’m going through the second stage of the three stages of a big important project — you remember, the IMPOSTER stage. Only this time, I really AM an imposter.

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I hate to tell you, but I can’t paint. I’m not actually an artist. I just pretend to be one for the sake of this blog.

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So for the past few days I’ve been f-ing around and f-ing around and going home crying (not really, that’s just the punchline to a much longer story) and all I have to show for it is this impasto.

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Luckily there’s Instagram. This almost looks like I meant to do that.

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But things may actually be turning around this afternoon because suddenly here comes the SUNSHINE after what feels like an impossibly long inversion. And I got a really great haircut — thank you Ingrid at Arroyo Salon in Boise. And tomorrow is the Lunar New Year — let’s hear it for MOONSHINE too! You know what I mean.

And there’s always Lula to remind me that it doesn’t matter how silly you look while you do it, just put one foot in front of the other and keep walking…. You’ll get there!

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An Ordinary…Friday?

I’m so thrown off schedule by the Holidaze I had to check to see what day of the week it is! (It’s Friday, in case you too are discombobulated.) And being without any annoyingly prioritized “to do” list filling up my head, I decided to do what any other “artist who paints everything” with time on her hands would do… I painted my boots.

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No sooner were those boots painted than my feet began to itch for a little adventure. So I put them on, photographed my feet and posted my #fromwhereistand Instagram photo on my Facebook Artist’s page because I am now living in the 21st Century and that’s what I’m supposed to do.

Right?

Anybody?

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Then Mike and I went where any other self respecting former US Military Dependents go with time on their hands…to the Army Navy store.

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Seriously. If you have never been, you must go. Not only is it a great place to find hats, gloves,

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and crash-test dummy face masks,

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but you will also find every thickness and color of rope, cord and twine you can ever imagine needing…

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for art projects, tying things up, or down, or quickly rappelling down the sides of tall buildings to escape from zombies.

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Or perhaps from another former US Military Dependent trying on hats.

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Maybe it wasn’t such an Ordinary day after all. But it was Friday.

I’m pretty sure.