tuesday tuesday. late mid january 2012

i started to write. but then realized i needed another piece of toast. now not only do i have another piece of toast, but a cup of tea as well. bonus! so i’m all set.

january! and here we are here and there. for one, lovinganvil is here:

maine magazine 2012 wedding issue, lovinganvil

lovinganvil rings in the 2012 maine magazine wedding issue

nice spread, si?  you can find the rings pictured here and here.

and then.  good lord.  here we are again.  nice toothy grin…as always.  you know.

at the portland maine museum of art

portland magaine, at the relaunch of the portland maine art museum gift shop

and miss cv is here! ¡los corrals doing the thing!

xoxo
coco

tuesday tuesday. mid january 2012. guest author, gil corral

fear of calendars. gil corral. 2003

I painted this piece in 2003.  It has to do with my observation of how tied in,  and to some extent, beholden our culture is to the calendar — time stuff, clock stuff.  I’m always amazed at how most of our civilization just falls inline with this time measurement thing, rarely questioning it, and even more infrequently, transcending it.  I get the larger natural rythmn of things: tides, day, night, seasons…all that.  I just don’t get “morning commute” for your “work week” when everyone and their grandmother react to their alarm clocks roughly around the same time.  Make and drink the proverbial same pot of coffee, bump car asses with our neighbors as we all pull out of our driveways at the same time, then collectively race to our time ruled workplace or other time structure.  I often wonder what the birds on the telephone wires think as they watch our insipid ritual — like we’re the ones on exhibit in a zoo.

Calendar year: time passing, economics, insurance, future, 401k, birthday, birthday parties, meetings, past, appointments, goals, future, past, funeral, funding, forecast, past, obligations, future, holidays, getting older, botox, birth, life insurance policy, resolution, retirement, agenda, goals, future, past.

Fear of Calendars is painted on a partly collaged October 2003 desk calendar.  A desk calendar I doodled on during my work week/ desk/sales job.
Somewhere on this page was the date Elliott Smith committed suicide, or died, totally bumming me out.  There also dates with dentist / therapy appointments, deadlines, product codes, etc.

The painting’s focal point is a man kneeling worshiping the Aztec Mayan calendar, which is painted and superimposed over the collaged desk calendar. I also included a box of Animal Crackers in the painting.

I was not aware of the 2012 Mayan prophecy when I painted this — again, I was interested in exploring the idea of this powerful ruler of human life..time.

As I sat back and reflected on this painting January 1st, 2012, I couldn’t help but feel that this piece of work has a frequency also aligned with the 2012 prophecy.  It’s an interesting circumstance of converging concepts (sorry about the three c’s).  My observation of the expansive experience of life somehow being widdled down to a square on a graph with a number on it, incrementaly attempting to make all moments understandable, accounted for, and reducing the possibility of surprise.

January 1, 2012 took partial ownership of this painting, in its own way.  A way I hadn’t conceived of or attempted to express, so I really don’t have any words to try to explain this other component.  I don’t know.  It’s relevance may seem obvious, but it’s inception contained only part of its story.  I find this interesting, I am also curious as to how much more of a story it will unveil.

fear of calendars can be found here

studio

in the studio

wednesday wednesday. early january 2012

puzzlepuzzlepuzzle

nice!  that was fun to type.  2012.

and it’s been a while since i’ve posted…the holiday season came up fast, and passed by fast, and here we are on the other side.  whatever that means.  i am feeling like i needed more time to just sit and be still and bathe in the awesomeness that is miss cv and gil.  and our friends/family.  maybe since 2011 was such a freaked out year, i needed more repair time.  whatever the reason.

so today is the first day officially back at it.  before i tackle posting a bunch of new necklaces and roach clips to etsy, i needed (ahem) to finish the frame of my christmas puzzle.  it’s not quite as indulgently angsty as last year’s, but still has lots of vague pattern in which to get lost for a bit.  i can’t find the last piece of the frame…i have to let it go for now.  it’ll turn up.

happy new year and here’s to all sorts of good stuff y mas y mas.

xoxo
coco

friday friday. early mid december 2011

the weekend’s activities at bandaloop for prelude was totally a good time.  talented, lovely people, fabulous and relaxed atmosphere.  and a cocktail mystery solved, to boot.

about three years ago i was sitting in pastis with gil, miss cv, armando, and some of his fashion cohorts.  at some point i was sipping on a lovely elixir of this and that, and was moved enough to ask the folks pouring for the recipe.  i remember the answer was delivered in a mix of english and spanish, most of which i comprehended.

except for one stumbling block.

there are two scraps of paper from the conversation.  on one, the recipe written by me.  the other, the recipe written by the bar tender.  mine actually is mostly in spanish, copying what he dictated to me.  his is pretty much all in english, and with a penmanship so distinctly un-american. european/central american/asian – heck, even canadian folk seem to have a flourish of the pen that is somehow squeeze out of us or never put into us who have gone through the u.s.a. school system.

but i digress.  in both written recipes, it’s the same word that i can’t get.  colvados.  callaedos, calyedos…and it seemed really important.

well, it’s the smart cookies at bandaloop that figured it out. (and vida that came up with the brilliant idea of googling what we did know to see if we could force a match.)

calvados
st germain
simply syrup
fresh lemon

voila.  i recommend it highly!  as it turns out, we did not have calvados but it was remedied by madly shaking a fresh apple with regular brandy.  BRILLIANT.

…so on the recipe that i’ve had, and been packing around with me for over two years, suddenly has gone missing now as i write this post.  it’s ok, i guess.  i’m not a stickler for ratios, which was written down.  on that little piece of paper.  that is now not in my wallet.  where it’s always been.

xoxo
coco

thank you, bandaloop, that was a lot of fun.

friday friday. early december 2011

finishing up for tomorrow

you know, i’ve moved my studio into the hallway, gil’s painting studio is now in our dining room.  it’s just too hard to heat the barn during the winter.  and i don’t want any resistance to getting work done.  so.  so there it is.  it’s come full circle — studios in the living space.  just like college.

sort of.

cozy, warm and easily accessible.

tomorrow we’ll be at bandaloop from 11-2 – in kennebunkport.  this is SUCH a lovely time with lovely people.  and lovely snacks and LOVELY drinks.  they keep me well martini’d.  so you know.  it’s awesome.

xoxo
coco