Robots and Foxes

A pretty winning combination, yeah? Maybe I ought to do a robot-fox next. Hm....

Snazzy Happening Robot on Etsy

Sly Fox on Etsy

I went to bed exceptionally late (for normal people anyway), 3am, and was unceremoniously awoken by a text message at 7:45. Who sends a text message at 7:45?? I'd think someone who knows me would know better, but... well, apparently not. I was pretty sulky about this for awhile, and lay around, trying to wake up, and eventually just got on out of bed, turning off the alarm I'd set for 10am. I had some tea and oatmeal, watched approximately 5 minutes of one of those underage mother shows on MTV, and then set to work painting. Productivity wins again.

Mixing it up

While I was away, I also happened to sell this watercolor mini I'd done of a Kitchenaid stand mixer. Because my kitchen is so darn small, I've had to relocate a number of things from there to my dining room's butcher block, like my stacks of cookbooks (that i don't use enough), and my own stand mixer. I couldn't think of what to draw one day and then realized it was right in front of me.

The Kitchenaid mixers are so iconic, and in such a variety of eye-catching colors, I sort of want to do a series of them. Perhaps I ought to get on that this week; I am telling myself after all, that I want to be ultra productive this week. Of course, in the end, it really just makes me want to bake.

The Brooklyn Flea

Well, I'm back. I spent 8 days in New York, and it was very much hard to leave. Since moving away, I've visited 3 times and each time this odd feeling of displacement comes over me. Nothing is any different, and I feel at home... it's just.... there's no home. It's weird.

Sunday, the second day I was there, I went to the Williamsburg Bank, which is the wintertime site of the Brooklyn Flea. I busted out my new Canon Rebel to take photos. I don't like to take direct photos of artists' tables. There's something that sort of irks me when I'm selling at an event, and instead of buying anything, people take photos of individual art. I also hate getting caught unawares in the middle of a wide shot. I have found myself on Flickr in other people's photos, which were most unflattering of me. I turned my camera on the extraordinary interior of the building instead, which I'd never been inside before.

^I couldn't resist taking a photo of the above 3D image, though my writing up above is whistling a different tune. I am actually kicking myself now though, for not purchasing this thing. I mean... it's.... it's just amazing. What on earth is going on?? Who is that kid? Who are those pervy rabbits??