The Time Manager

Time time how it slips away
I shouldn't worry, I should say
what I do I do the rest will
wait to another day...

The Idea of a Victorian time manager totally intrigues me. First you have to ask yourself did they really need one? There were no life coaches, car pools, or even "quality time" back then. They had instead things like dinner time, church time and bedtime. The second question that comes to mind is were their priorities all that wrong? At any rate, this would be the answer or the truth, You can not stretch time, hold back time, thrust time forth. The only variable in this experiment is you. How far can you stretch, go and bend? Frankly I would like to sit down over dinner and think about it.

This is one of my first Steampunk pieces. While doing a sketch for a little steampunk sculpture, I realized the synergy between Cubism and Steampunk. One really doesn't work without the other. I like to think that it is a type of Steampunk meets Picasso.

Cassie Capacitor

Going through my Dads stuff, after our estate sale I found some unsold boxes of "junk". I had some warm memories of sitting with my father as a young girl and handing him the sodder as he worked on TV's and Radios. Later he owned a Gas station and all that was left were these 3 boxes. I brought them home and got to thinking, after staring at them for a week, I ordered some fimo and paint markers. Let me introduce you to Cassie Capacitor.

Tattered Rituals

So much of what we do, we have done before. Which is not a problem if it works. However so many of the things we hold dear in this life, seem ritualized, we patch and mend, and still see it's beauty, it becomes a icon. This image lead me to believe that it is time to stop patching the torn and battered, and weave something new, something that will hold water, or at least myself. You only get one life, the fabric it is woven out of, is entirely up to me.

This is a digitally manipulated fractal. I pulled it into photoshop and hand drew the worn effect and unraveling.

Love Untethered Bowl (Repurposed lp record)

Who Knew? I was working the cash register at my Mom's estates sale and sitting with a friend I said, Really who wants those old records anyway. To which she replied, I don't know, but I do remember making bowls out of them. What I had never heard of that. Well you just now I had to try! Being careful not to damage the color pencil on the outside I think it turned out fantastic!

Love Keeps no Record

In January of this past year, I announced that this years theme would be relationship, both in my art and in my personal life. And what a year it was. My Mom died in February, it was a rough blow. In March we started preparing her home for sale. It was a huge undertaking, a 9 month journey, comprised not only with the discovery of Mom's relationship with her possession (it was a passionate affair for her) but it tried and questioned every relationship I had. Some relationships thrived, some faltered, some were lost, and some could go either way. My art, well it went all over the board and back again. It too appears to be in a state of flux. But as the close of this year is upon us I will have to leave my art theme, with what I learned, and my final piece in the year of relationships.,Love keeps no Records. Color and Oil pencils on a vintage vinyl LP. It is inscribed with the following...Love grows older, but keeps no score...ever and always flings windows open,breaks down doors.

Super Tiger!

Off to the rescue, this kitty got to fly. I find this super hero kitty theme irresistible. We have a new kitten in the house and it is true they will take on the world to rescue something...now if they could just manage to get down from that tree...

Kittygarden 101 by Alma Lee:

Look out here come the Cube-a-Kittens! Warm cuddly and so easily distractive. Still their CLASS is undeniable.