Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Online Journaling. 12/8/2010
What is this all about I’m saying to myself. I use to keep a journal pretty consistently. You would be surprised at the kinds of things you forget. Like when I was a kid I use to get mad at my brother when he would eat too much sugar and bounce off the walls. As an adult I know he has a sugar problem, but it wasn’t until I read some of my childhood journals that I realized the problem went deeper than just a bad case of the munchies.
I would always journal to get to the bottom of things. When I was sad or really mad or just very confused about what I was supposed to be doing in the space I called my life at the time. At the end of a free write I would usually come to some conclusion of why I was feeling the way I was or what the real problem was. Often times the conclusion would be that I didn’t know what the problem was to begin with.
I love my journals. I love books. I love the way the cover is hard and protective. I love the feel of the pages under my thumb as I rapidly flip over them. I love the way the penmanship would flow together and fill up the pages. Words melded into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into entries and entries that fill an entire book, all hand written by me. I tell you, I cherish my journals more than most my artwork.
When I was feeling frisky or particularly passionate I would write in a rhythm, I would create words that flowed and produced emotion not necessarily a story of my life. Lust would flow and unopened boxes would be imagined over as Pandora’s and dismantled in life’s most strange mysteries.
This online journaling is a little strange to me. But what is even stranger is the fact that I have not kept up my book journal in the last few years. It’s a pattern. When I’m happy, seeing someone, busy - don’t have copious quantity of down time, I simply don’t write. But this time the boy is not going to go away; projects are not going to diminish. It kind of happens when you buy a house, get married and adopt a puppy. It just doesn’t equate.
My mother use to make notes on her calendar and then sit down once a month to write out the months happenings. She has used the computer for her journaling as far as I can remember, to her it is normal. To me the pen in hand and a cool page underhand is normal and therapeutic.
So here I am with free time and a computer to look like I’m actually working. My day job has its benefits. Like winter, the slow, no work, watch a movie time of year. So I’m going to tackle this journaling thing and take it one step further. I’m going to try journaling with my art in mind.
I’m going to try to bring you into the chaos that is my life. A husband who married me for direction, a house that is almost hopeless to remodel without gutting the entire thing, an art business that I will probably struggle with the rest of my life, and a puppy who is a blur of puffy fur as he pursues the cat in play. And of course a Kitty, who wants nothing but the puppy to die of Distemper like the last one who entered her house.
Welcome to the Henn house, welcome to my studio.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
I've been doing art since I was very young. Everyone always said I should do something with it. I would shrug these people off and continue plugging along with my art on the side. In this fashion I managed to receive the arts award from my high school (an award I never physically showed up to receive). I managed to take most my college courses in literature, but ended up with more skill in art and administration work. There are some classes I took while in school that I give credit to teaching me a bit about what I know. The majority of my art knowledge has come from working hands on in the makeshift studios I've had over the years, and the four years I spent working in a small art store.
The art store was my only full time paid art gig. All other work was administrative. Even today I sit at a desk for a road construction company from 8-5 and do contract administration work.
Since I began to do art I've always done freelance on the side, I just never realized it. From the ninja turtle buttons and friendship bracelets in grade school to the hemp jewelery and custom designed t-shirts for the sports teams in high school. There were posters, props for plays, and painted stools for teachers, cloth pouches for sunglasses, coloring book pages and random sales of stuff I created in the art room. I was even paid in credit for the murals I painted in the halls of the high school. All of this was marketing that I wasn't aware of, I was just making an extra buck to go along with my fast food, and lawn mowing jobs.
In college I continued to find side work for myself. Commission paintings, coloring books for non-profit groups, logos, decorative furniture painting, design for builders,batik banners, teaching the random person who was interested, and other things of the sort.
Since being out of school I haven't done much for side work. Every now and then someone will come wandering through my studio and see something they like so I sell it to them. I've done a few custom frame jobs but that's about it. I guess I was busy filling in the other parts of my life.
Just this last year I finally put together a show that I had been dabbling with for these few years between college and now. I framed up all my pieces in a colorful pleasing fashion. I got my hands on a prime space for the Arts Walk here in Olympia. It was an empty store front my bosses own. I recruited a few other artist friends to help me fill the space, it was way too big for just one person. We showed in Spring and the Fall Arts Walk. We were even featured in the local news paper. It was a huge success.
The response I got from the public and my artist peers was enough to floor me. I knew I wasn't the kid in high school anymore shrugging off everyone's suggestions to develop my talent and do something with it. Sure I have more developing to do, who doesn't, but I have come a long ways already. The response I got from people was glowing, radiant, oozing with positive feedback. I can't tell you how many people stood in front of my pieces and said "that's exactly how I feel". I sold every original I was willing to sell in that series. I sold all my book marks and greeting cards and prints. It was a revelation, I always felt I had something to say, but now I knew people wanted to hear it.
Since that show I have become dissatisfied with plugging away on the side. I have stepped into the studio more and more. I have cut down on kayaking every weekend and biking everyday after work. I have a few friends who have done a wonderful job with Etsy and decided it was time for me to try.
I thought long and hard about all the different art I've done in my young life. The list is pretty expansive. 2-D art dominates, but I'm not a huge fan because it piles up (my studio says it all). I've always loved fun and unusual clocks, I've been collecting since I was a kid. My favorite that I still use is an alarm clock shaped like a toaster.
I decided to use my 2-D art and turn it into functional art, clocks. I'll still continue to paint on canvas and do printmaking. These are two mediums I have fallen very hard for, but the idea of clocks as artwork has taken my fancy for right now. I have about a dozen clock in different states of creation covering my studio. Stay tuned to my Etsy store as they become complete and ready for show.