Hate is a Strong word. I HaTe writing Artist Statements

Here was the original:




Pink, White, Green, and Blue

I paint.

Sometimes the paintings are statements concerning clashing cultures; sometimes they are fun; sometimes

you just need to get some emotion out; sometimes you want to daydream all night long; sometimes they

represent emotions you long to hold onto even if they should be gone; sometimes you can’t erase what

you’ve seen, heard, and done.

Sometimes, you just want to turn your back to the world because of what the world has done, with only

your shadow as a friend, so kind and dear, a copy made out of artificial light when the sun isn’t near. But

that doesn’t make things very clear in the world; it doesn’t make you anywhere; sometimes you have to

move out of that spot and get away, and not stay.

Painting isn’t a practice of craft but of my subconscious. I usually express the work I do as biographical.

They hold within them the emotions of experiences of the day or of events of my life. They are my

journal without words.

These paintings have been hidden away in darkness for a couple and few years (there are more). They’ve

locked away an experience that I’ve skillfully denied, only to surface in the form of sudden fear or bodily

sickness. Although the images represented may not obviously the situation, they hold emotions difficult

to eliminate.

Some of their titles are related, but for the sake of allowing an arbitrary meaning, a display of the

technicality, and hopefully to sever my emotions strings the titles are left as descriptions.

Three models were used.

New edition at home...

Ever visit someone with a cat and end up with enough fur in your hand to build your own? 


For better and complete instructions, you can buy the book of inspiration: Crafting with Cat Hair

I first laid eyes upon it last Christmas hunting for an interesting time at Barnes and Noble Book Store.  My first reaction was of disgust (which tends to be the first words that come from those who have seen the finished project live). Delving deeper and finding how achieveable the process was, I decided one day I was going to do that.

A couple of months later, access to a cat transpired.
Taiga.

My gracious boyfriend, at the time, harvested her loose hair, already matted and closely felted, in the manner the book explains.

And then comes the prep.

Formed into a bunny.

Jarred.

Here is the finished product:

Surrounding the bunny beau are the carnations he gave me on our 3 month anniversary. Although, I love flowers I am not a fan of receiving them.  I tend to lean of their shadowing view of beautiful slowly or quickly dying depending on how you care for them.  In any case, eventually it will die, just like our relationship.

Oh well. It was a sweet creature that was bred.

White and Shadow

I'll have to find the rest of the series but this is one of them from 2011. I finally decided to put it up on facebook: Untitled.

Been a long time.

The beginning of this year one of my girlfriends' and I decided it would be the "YeAr oF cHaNgE."  Thus far, I'd say there have been some changes in our lives. I think we are waiting for the next big ones.

to include some of both of our changes:
new room
old room
new semi-permanent guests
relief society
release from callings
new calling
elder's quorum
trips out of california
investigations and relationships with the opposite sex
social inclusions
jobs
paintings.
animals.
miscarriage
lens.


Personally, I've discovered the love of my life, not just a friend I call the love of my life or the many people that one can fall in love with.  I didn't think it was possible and I still marvel. I still doubt, but the story hasn't concluded yet. I feel like the trials have now really begun, like in those Disney movies, where the couple meet and maybe aren't completely open but know something will happen and then trials and antagonists and whatnot come and then they become who they were meant to be and it all ends in a wedding.  I am specifically thinking of Aladdin.

So love, I used to think I knew what love was, but maybe it was because deep inside I knew it was all artificial in front of me.  Now, it's completely not what I expected and I don't know where to go.  But maybe I am just lost in a fog or a maze of thorns.

Here is a painting to spy: Folsom Lake

Girl's Night

Should be sleeping

Love, Love, Love Adele's "Cold Shoulder," "Someone Like You," et al.

2 weeks I began this. 
1 week later...but it's not finished just yet.

What do you do when you have a baby sleeping on you?

I would take a picture but I can't reach my camera, which is locked away in my trunk.
This little kiddo fights sleep.
He must get it from me.
Late nights of surfing the internet to extend the day, even though I love to sleep.

This is a random entry by the way.

Today we were couch potatoes, but I think it was informative and brain nourishing.  We listened to organ music and mused upon the truth of identity and eternal direction in life.  He actually seemed engaged.  Sometimes it seems as if he gets bored and wants a taste of the screen and keys. Today, it was a sit and listen day. 

Had a little walking. A little drumming. A little high fiving. And plenty to eat; therefore, plenty to let out.
We had a washcloth bath and a change in wardrobe.  His grandfather fed him and there are casualities on his onsie.  He had a gaggle of laughter fits to climax the day before his current nap.

And now, I am hoping his poop juice doesn't leak out again.

I used to find it disgusting, but after putting what comes out into his mouth, it just feel like..I deserve this.  :)  I am glad he is processing the food.

WHICH reminds me of interactions with people.  I think we far too often take in every part of a person.  The things we can digest and can't, and because our systems can't handle some of those products we get sick.
I have a tendency to get sick often.  Everyday, every hour....
Why don't we just absorb the good and excrete the bad?
I suppose the question is more for me. 

Copyright © 2010 Loni Larican Lagula

Ugh..you have my full name again..