Aardvark Art Glass


Look at this thing
October 20, 2011, 2:03 pm
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 It’s

It’s my port-the one that was in my chest for a year. It was removed this morning! The thing probably cost a couple of grand so I figured after it was removed I’d take it home and turn it into the most expensive piece of jewelry I’ve ever made.

Isn’t it brightly colored? Isn’t that weird? I’m sure I saw a picture of it before they put it in but I must not have been paying attention. Purple and blue were a surprise, but, you know what’s really surprising, gross, but kind of cool about port removal? OK, the purple thing was down near my boob and the blue tube was attached to my jugular vein. When they took out the port, they made an incision near the purple part, lifted that out and then gently pulled the tube out or off of my jugular vein, which was a good 6 inches away. And that worked-they didn’t need to stitch the vein closed or anything-it just came right off and I didn’t bleed to death. They applied pressure, of course, but I was expecting something more involved. That blows my mind. It’s almost as though they could have tied one end of the port to a doorknob and then slammed the door-that’s how simple it was. I have to say the disengaging of the tube freaked me out, but by the time I realized that was what they were doing the procedure was mostly over. I’m glad I didn’t ask a lot of questions ahead of time, because that would have made me anxious.

So, no more treatment. Anymore. For real. I have to get back to work.

 

 

 

 

 



I’m a fucking professional
October 18, 2011, 12:26 pm
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I finally painted a sandwich board for in front of the land store:

It took me 16 years to get that done-partly because I’m lazy but also because I already use two open signs and feel that any one who questions my openness probably isn’t all that interested in coming in anyway. For the past several weeks, though, there has been extensive facade renovation to the buildings that flank mine. All the activity makes me look a lot less open, even with signs to the contrary. So I finally made a sandwich board, just like a real business. I hope it works, because there isn’t anymore room for signage on the front of my building.

In other news: Gallery Night was uncommonly successful. It’s probably because I bought this on Etsy:

Knotworkshop makes these nifty coffee and travel mug cozies that are highly amusing and don’t cost an arm and a leg. I had a banner day street vending the first time I incorporated this cozy into my reality- I think it’s because previously no one realized what a fucking professional I was. It’s an easy mistake to make–when I’m vending, I don’t feel especially professional when I have to clean bird shit off my inventory at the end of the day. Since I’m superstitious about totems and rituals that improve sales, I think the cozy is helping. Get one for yourself and try it out.



Gallery Night
October 9, 2011, 1:30 pm
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Hello everyone. I’m back at the blog now. I got my last Herceptin treatment on September 20 and things are just ducky. This week marks the first 3 week period in a year that I haven’t had to go to the doctor and have a $6000. bag of chemicals pumped into my chest area. Happy like a clam, I am. Not that Herceptin is horrible or anything, I’m just glad that treatment isn’t hanging over my head any more.  I get my port removed on October 20 and then I’m all done.

So, meanwhile, back in real life we’ve got Gallery Night coming up on Friday, Oct. 14. I bring it up because at the center of that whole thing are the paper pieces I’ve been working on with my mom since the Spring and I want people to look at them as well as (also on display) that weird cancer necklace I made.  Here’s a picture of the shop:

The MMOCA scheduled Gallery Night on  Homecoming weekend this time around so it should be pretty busy. The city will be full of people, for what that’s worth. Here is  a map of the participating venues for you to peruse. As you can see Aardvark is the only participating gallery on East Johnson. Wah. The seclusion makes me sad, but, it might bode well for people who want a parking spot.

 

In addition to my stuff, which is always here, I’ll have metal work from Erika Koivunen and some very amusing pieces for sale that I’ve purchased from artists on Etsy. If it isn’t raining, Don and the gang may be playing live music out front and I’ll be doing bead demos from 7-9pm. As usual we’ll have food from the Honey Bee Bakery  and delicious liquid refreshments. My mates from Lost School should be hanging around so if you enjoy talking to art people, you’re welcome to hang out and enjoy their company while you have a beer. Sounds like fun, yes? Why walk from gallery to gallery when we’ve got the best one?

Hope to see you there!



Battle of the non-prophets
July 20, 2011, 11:08 am
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Here’s a true story:

This fellow, Jeff, is a friend of my vending partner, Katy. Jeff mans the Veterans for Peace table near the Capitol, across the street from my stand. Several weeks ago Jeff had an unpleasant encounter with an unusually vocal and batshit End of the World proselytizer. While encroaching on Jeff’s space, the proselytizer was was screaming about whatever it is they scream about. Words were exchanged, etc. After the incident, Jeff went home and modified his “This is What Democracy Looks Like!” sign to read “This is What Going Off Your Meds Looks Like!” Every Saturday, Jeff brings the sign with him in the hope that, when the preacher comes back, he can stand next to him holding the sign while the guy is screaming. Such dedication to what would be very funny joke. I hope the guy comes back soon. Certainly he wasn’t raptured after hassling the Veterans For Peace. Straight to hell with people who do that, I say.

So, guess what? It’s really hot here. I bet no one has discussed that lately. We made an air-conditioned zone in our living room within which I built a nest made out of pillows and blankets so I can sleep with the a/c and the fan blasting on me. T-Bone moved downstairs, too, since it’s over 90 degrees in the upstairs bathroom.  About the only time I’m outside is when I walk to work or walk T-Bone around the back yard. Here is another picture of the boy:

The foliage in the back yard is dead, pretty much, except around the tractor tires where the hedgehog likes to dig with his tiny paws and also where I like to sit on my ass and pant. Such is the Summer time. Enjoy it while it’s here.



finally
July 5, 2011, 1:51 pm
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I was just sitting at the computer drinking grapefruit juice and minding my own business when I noticed that there was a giant white moth in my drink.

Something to write about! Finally!

Since the cap was on the bottle, I have no idea how that guy got in there or, more importantly, how he got in there without me seeing him go in. Usually I’m pretty tuned in on anything hovering around my drink. It’s also notable that this was probably the first time in my life that I put a cap back on a beverage that I was in the process of drinking. Could he have been on the underside of the lid when I put it back on? I always knew lids were a bad idea.

I wanted to save my beverage so I fished out the moth with a plastic spoon. The extraction took a surprisingly long time and it was stressful for both of us. Due to his hearty constitution and mysterious, bottle entering qualities, I named the moth Miracle. His antennae were at haft-mast when I pulled him out but he was still alive.

I released him back out to the wild where, doubtless, a bird will enjoy him especially now that he’s infused with delicious 20% grapefruit juice and sugar. Better luck next life, moth. I hope you didn’t lay eggs in my juice because I’m drinking the rest of it.

Meanwhile, everything is going well here in Aardvark Land. Business is picking up so I feel like I have a job for the first time since last year. I made a cast paper piece using skin shed by Lucy, my beautiful iguana.

The dragonflies are the skin part. Here’s a detail:

Neat, yes? I think this is my favorite piece so far.

I also framed that cancer necklace thing I was working on for months:

I used several of the beads I was gifted last winter-Beau Barret’s heart, Nancy’s boobie bead and Patty Lankensmith’s crazy pendant, which is a glass mouth inside a metal cage. That one perfectly represents the metallic taste you get in your mouth from chemo. And it’s cool-looking. My beads include chemo monster, radiation zombie and sun, needle biopsy tumor, happy tumor, sentinel lymph node, yeast infection and red and white blood cells. It’s pretty impressive. Also impressive is the fact I finally posted a picture.

Well, I have to get back to work. If more bugs get in my juice, you’ll be the first to know.

 



look how cute
June 13, 2011, 2:23 pm
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I’ve been waiting to have a picture of something to post here. Not much has been going on. Business is at a slow crawl. I started doing some wholesaling to the Cave of the Mounds gift shop. That might be the best gig ever. Kudos to the gift shops that buy local artwork at a decent price. You don’t see that everyday.

In other news: I am obsessed with T-Bone now. He’s always been pretty great but recently I found out he likes going outside and digging in the grass. Outside used to freak out all of our other hedgehogs, but T-Bone just sniffs and digs and sits on his ass right out in the open. If you wait long enough he’ll make a nest and go to sleep in the Creeping Charlie. Sometimes he sniffs with such vigor I can’t get a picture of his face in focus.  So, we’ve been doing that every day, going outside, and it is a blast. I want to take him down by the lake next and see if he likes that. I would like that, very much.

Boy, I sure wish I could think of something to say. My brain is working really well right now. That’s news. Unfortunately, I have nothing to chat about so I can’t dazzle you with my newly-found thinking powers. Maybe next time.



It’s a new post
May 25, 2011, 4:20 pm
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Hey everyone. Compared to going to the doctor everyday, there isn’t much going on right now, so I guess I’ll tell you about my hair. It’s growing back! It’s very dense and soft, kind of like a mink. You’d think that would be great, being like a mink, but my hair is also very dark now and it’s growing into a very pronounced widow’s peak that makes me look a little like Eddie Munster. I think it’s frightening but everyone tells me it looks great. Only one of us can be right on this one, which is why I wear a hat. The hat makes me look like a newsboy or perhaps a hip tambourine player. Improvement? I don’t know. I did notice this morning that, all grooming activity being moot, it only takes me about 9 minutes to get dressed and get to work, so that’s a good thing.

The other day I came home and saw Don talking to our former landlords. They are still our chums even though we haven’t rented from them in years. They had  trapped squirrel in the back of  their truck:

That was one anxious critter. Don and I were awakened the other day by what sounded like a squirrel raising hell in our attic. Having come to the party late, I assumed the trapped squirrel was the offending one, but it turns out the landlords just happened to have a trapped squirrel in the back of their truck when they stopped by to say “Hello”. That was a weird coincidence.

We had a rapture party on Saturday, just in case. A few day’s later Don’s half-eaten sandwich disappeared from the refrigerator. Someone from the Sandwich Rapture Committee left a note:

Keep an eye on your half-eaten sandwiches-apparently, this is not a drill.