Posts Tagged ‘Written’

Valentine Affairs + Art Writing Alliance

Hot fuss, it’s been a big week!  In part to a forbidden affair carried on with chocolate and crab cakes, though thankfully not at the same time.  In truth, it’s one of those high-quality liaisons, so I’ll just keep it up.

Other affairs of note, unfortunately none of the  kinky quality ~

Brigitte of Covet, Design, etc., in Chicago + Beyond and I are having a blog affair.  She high-fived The Clueless Crafter.  I’m high-tening her.  Thanks for keeping Clueless off your crap list, especially before Valentine’s Day when my heart is like a fragile (insert your desired visual here).

Julieann, Deisgnstress of CreateGirl posted a fantabualistic round-up of her favorite blogpreneuses current must-haves.  I paid her in Dove Chocolates (though, she didn’t know they were last year’s batch) to put me in her list.  The French mid-century lacquer and birch desk sadly did not make it into our collection.  The Christie’s auctioneer really knew how to amp the audience up, driving the hammer price into a no-own zone.  Jerk!

By the end of the week, affairs gave way to a promising professional alliance.  I am thrilled to announce that I’ve been appointed LVCmag.com’s at-large Arts contributor!

LVCmag.com (En francais, La Vie Cherie)  is the vision that women can achieve a meaningful balance between the Darling life – the exterior, the surface – and the Cherished life – the interior, the substance.

Mary Georgiana Caroline, Lady Filmer (English, 1838–1903) Untitled loose page from the Filmer Album, mid-1860s

I hope you stop by to see what the women behind this enterprise are about. At the least, cruise past my first article “Playing with Pictures,” a look into the inner lives of Victorian women, their obsessions with photography, and how they “cut and pasted” their likenesses into alternate realities.

Tell me what you want to read more of and I’ll whip it up into something funky, full of feeling, and future forward for next week’s Arts Column.

xoxo

De Sign

I have often worried that design, a word I use as casually as the requisite articles a/an/the, had to be greater than the thoughtless contexts I accord with its name.  It is true, I have been guilty of emptying meaning in service of a simple way to express what I really see when I look about. So, I resort to exclamation points and ohh ahhhs.

A recent, soul-warming coffee clutch with a special blogpreneuse* at Wall Street’s Le Financier put words to my intellectual and, so it feels, spiritual conundrum.  Design talk is my cursory attempt to confer and convey significance without working on the substance beneath. In my world, you can believe I am always wearing a designer dress.

My way threatens to de sign design, to eradicate the historical, political, and social roots by looking into its shiny surface for the perfect reflection of myself.

From 2010 forward, I challenge myself to look beyond the surface, to research the antecedents of my visual desire and to know the history and emotions that thrust the object into my orbit.

I leave to you an excerpt on the etymology of design~

from its Greek definition, design is about incompleteness, indefiniteness, or imperfection, yet it also is about likelihood, expectation, or anticipation.  In its largest sense, design signifies not only the vague, intangible, or ambiguous, but also the strive to capture the elusive./Translating the etymological context into English, it can be said that design is about something we once had, but have no longer.

Dear Designers, Artists and Crafters,

How do you lend meaning to the objects before you?

*The special someone I speak of is @abcddesigns.  Find her.

Textured Time

What a week! As I sit from my perch at the side of a quiet, yet dignified old brownstone fireplace amongst the personal effects that make my life meaningful: husband, heavy tomes + light novellas alike, a sundry of objets trouves from our travels,and one special piece I made called Textured Time, I sense an approaching serenity.

Quelle surprise. This is the sentiment of a woman who usually finds herself in a flurry of activity on Sunday.  Always. Wanting. More. Until sidelined with a physically debilitating and emotionally crushing flu that threw me into a serious bout of self reflection.

Last night when my husband buried me under the covers, willing my fever to break, a slew of images swirled about. In the onset of visual vertigo and a deafening – literally – ear infection, I relived the week’s monumental happenings.

The private event at the Museum of Art & Design, the culmination of a month-long sprint of politicking and art prattling, turned out to be one of the most rewarding art events I’ve planned to date.

This photo reminds me of the days I used to coordinate luncheons in the arts for prominent art collectors. This one, though, had the Clueless Crafter branded all over it: lighthearted exchange amongst a bevy of beautiful and intriguing decorative objects.

The article Don’t Do It Yourself, born out of a year’s rumination on the rewards and risks of the handmade life.

The handmade clock Textured Time (which I truly adore and therefore named!) is the result of the Bauhaus Lab I attended at The Museum of Modern Art.

My interpretation of a day recorded in the material world. Feathers mark daybreak; creams punctuated by black velour signify the struggle to wake; soft blues and silkyviolet show the daily humdrum; and, heavy orange plaids are the day's seconds woven together, fiery with hope and the prospect of another day richly lived.

And now last week’s excitement is screeching to a halt and another week is on the brink.  I am left with sights, sounds, and feelings of a time that will never have the same texture.  There is a profound sense of loss as I grapple with the past and the will to go forward.  What next?

The hard part about life is loss.  Sometimes all we can do is cling longingly to a relic.  I’m glad that this evening I have Textured Time with me.  Thank god I made it.

What textures of time gone by do you cherish most?

Who Your Duppy?

Millie making her fabled curried mutton while Oswald models the proverb plate.

Millie making her fabled curried mutton while Oswald models the proverb plate.

Fresh from a Jamaican holiday where I spent an entire week doing nothing myself – Yah mon, meals, beds, and laundry were all done by dear Millie, Oswald and Angela, the villa’s staff – I had all opportunity in the world to become an arrogant, mindless, tourist-jerk.  And, quite frankly, I came close.  Fortuitously, I was saved by a decorative plate and its intriguing description, “Ebery cave-hole hab him own duppy.”

Now, I have been confused by Jamaican patois many a time.  This dialect comes straight from the slaves who cleverly devised a method of  communication to befuddle their masters.

But, as we bridge the New Year, I want to talk about our duppies.  A duppy in Caribbean folklore is a malevolent spirit.  In the inscription “Ebery cave-hole hab him own duppy,” the duppy stands for “troubles.”  As we walk, crawl reluctantly or sprint toward a new year, we must acknowledge what troubles us.

In 2010, what will will your duppy look like? Will it create or destroy?

Who your duppy?

*For more on the etymology of duppy, amuse here.

Clueless Goes to Miami

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This turkey is off to baste in the Miami sunshine.  That’s right, ladies and lads, tomorrow I’ll be  up with the roosters and on my way to Art Basel Miami Beach, an international contemporary art fair with more than 250 premier galleries in attendance.

My descent on Miami symbolizes the culmination of my graduate studies, a chance to see the art market in action.  But I come from two camps:  one that views art outside the realm of commerce – the art historian side; the other that knows that art and artists need the market to survive. Before the credit crash, Basel (marketers) and others glorified art as commodity, promoting fairs as playgrounds for the wealthiest – often with precarious egos; some without apprehension of art and its history –  to mental masturbate en masse (“hobnob,” I believe is the appropriate term).  Art, so it seemed, was not the primary reason to be there.  Hmmm.

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Has economic  hardship changed the face of the art world?  The meaning of art?  Respect, appreciation and knowledge of art and artists?  These are the thoughts that frequently mill through my mind, and will be when I meander through the booths at Miami.

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Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to pack, preen, slap on a fake tan, grow some breasts, and craft a few art-conversation topics to hobnob with those who may be more clueless than I.  Wink and a nod.  Oh yeah.

What say you about art and the market?  Blurt out the first word that comes to mind.

See New York Magazine’s Holiday in the Sun, a good read for the uninitiated.

Zippy, Pithy Elsa Maxwell Quotes for Thanksgiving

Enjoy the abundance of the season with an earful (and if things get messy, an arsenal) of Elsa Maxwell’s musings on the Art of Lively Entertaining.

Wishing you a supreme gustatory gathering!

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Serve the dinner backward, do anything – but for goodness sake, do something weird.

Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it’s started and leave before it’s finished.

Under pressure, people admit to murder, setting fire to the village church or robbing a bank, but never to being bores.

Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.

A bore is a vacuum cleaner of society, sucking up everything and giving nothing. Bores are always eager to be seen talking to you.

I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life.

Giving parties is a trivial avocation, but it pays the dues for my union card in humanity.

Curate to Differentiate?

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Image credit Tim Gough

TheCluelessCrafter.com: Exploring the Craft of becoming self Made.

Huh? Whaaat?  I know. . . . I know.  Such a mouthful! I’m itching to do an overhaul of this cumbersome tagline, to welcome you to a site that sparkles from top to bottom.

Yes, I’ve had trouble branding my blog before.  Back at it again!  This time, despite all the “I, me” talk, I (oh god, I’m saying it again) need your help!

Which brings me to this.  In the Sunday, October 4th Style Section of the New York Times,  Alex Williams’ article “On the Tip of Creative Tongues” got me thinking big. The topic: curate. Once a high-minded word pertaining exclusively to the management and dissemination of museum quality art works, it has been refashioned to meet a new need.  Today, so it seems, many creatives want to be part of the curate continuum.  We all want to feel we can curate a fine-tuned collection of something, right?  Etsy, for example, invites guest curators – a spicey version of guest bloggers – to contribute to its site. Eric Demby, founder of Brooklyn Swap Meet, swears he “personally curates the food stands.”

I believe I curate all aspects of my life, large and small.  I pick and choose meaningful people to fold into my private world as carefully as I select the napkin that will go with the flatware.  I’m trying to curate some dynamic, harmonious whole that represents the essence of me.

I’m editing the world into what I want to see.  This is the world I want to live and die in. So, too, are many artists and crafters.

Voting Time

In your HONEST (preferably, gentlest) opinion, does what I’m saying even make sense? If this is not a baseless argument, please vote on some of the new versions I’ve come up with.

TheCluelessCrafter.com. . .

  1. Exploring the craft of the self curated
  2. Exploring the craft of the curated self
  3. Exploring the craft of the spiritedly curated
  4. Exploring the craft of the passionately curated
  5. Eeek! They’re all no good

What’s Your blog’s tagline and Why?

Love, Loss and What You wore?

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I’ve been meaning to read the book Love, Loss and What I Wore by Ilene Beckerman,  but am happy to know it’s now been made into a Broadway play by Nora and Delia Ephron.

This morning, the Ephrons are visiting the Martha Stewart Show, reminiscing with great nostalgia about what they wore to their first proms and to their brownie meetings.  The domestic doyenne doesn’t hesitate to share a story about how she hid a bra from her mother (who was apparently in denial about Martha’s burgeoning womanhood) in the back of her closet until her displeased mother discovered it.

We all have memories of what we wore when a significant event happened in our lives.  The Aussie actor Simon Baker remembers handmade swim trunks, my mother remembers the-in-her-words jazzy raincoat and hat she made during her college days.  I remember a friend’s black poodle skirt that I’d beg to wear any chance I got.  I felt transported to the 1950s, a period that I had assumed was America’s utopia.

What were you wearing?

Writing What-Not-To: Crafting Your Blog’s Personality

This weekend I abandoned our boiling city to plunk my butt on a weather beaten Adirondack chair in upstate New York’s great North Country.  Lake Placid, a 6-hour Amtrak ride from Penn Station, is a magical place just two hours south of Montreal, and a must-see for all of us living in the East.  It’s so magical, in fact, that cell phones do not work in many areas and people are so busy canoeing and hiking that they seem to forget about the life they could be living online. Shocking.

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I spent 4 entire days without internet, reading, thinking, drinking, and dining my way through the blissful relaxation that is nature (or so a city slicker thinks). The extra time for contemplation, however, brought about a strikingly sour thought I am compelled to share with you.  The thought:  I blog like a sophist, a narcissist, a windbag. Well, this thought wasn’t conceived purely on its own, helped greatly by a voicemail left by a loving, yet very harsh critic of my work. Whyyyy did the Verizon gods pass this message down to me, oh why?

It turns out my critic never read a word; however, I was inspired to take these sour thoughts and make some lemonade.  When you have a minute — or days — to contemplate, ask yourself if you fall into any or all of these personality traits.

Clueless Crafter personalities to Avoid

The Sophist:  A blogger who makes confusing or illogical arguments, sometimes to deceive.

When posting or commenting avoid using language that asserts yourself as an expert if you genuinely are not.  It is key that we work together to spread truthful information in lieu of our personal need to be #1.  Be honest about your knowledge and your experience.

This does not mean that we cannot speak authoritatively about being clueless!

The Narcissist:  A vain, conceited, self-oriented blogger.

Have you been placing yourself in your readers’ position?  Know what their needs and desires are?  Readers can tell when you think only of yourself and when all you care about is your reflection.  Step outside that by using language that invites their participation.  Honor the value of their knowledge, assuming that they know more than you.

The Windbag: A talktative, arrogant blogger who conveys nothing of substance or interest.

Don’t blow your readers away with verbal diarrhea.  They’ll just think your windbag-ness is a huge cover up for what is sure to be a shallow blog. Use the simplest word that comes to mind, always.  Don’t be an ignoramus.

I invite you to think hard about what personality you fall under.  While these categories share common principles, the subtleties make all the difference. How exactly do you miss your target reader? Give your personality a good edit, I guarantee you will craft a reader into an eager follower.

P.S. And, because I’m a very visual person, I could not resist putting these images in.

P.S.S And, oh oh oh, go ahead and give my old posts a look.  See what traps I walk right into. Ouch.

For more tips on writing your blog visit these reputable sites

  • Chris Brogan, new media marketing guru shares a how-to for effective blog post structure
  • Psychotactics, Sean D’Souza knows the psychology of good marketing
  • Problogger, an indispensible all-things-blog guide by Darren Rowse

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Blog Brand: Is Yours Crafting Comments?

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So, you’ve crafted a crappy brand name for your blog and now it’s a virtual ghost town, except the few lurking evil spirits that put their 2 cents in without fail.  What do you do now?  If it’s early in the game, go ahead and rebrand yourself quickly.  If rebranding means that you will:

  1. Confuse your followers;
  2. Require days re-establishing a consistent online presence (think about all those user profiles!), and;
  3. Lose the original intention and spirit of your blog.

Take a different route to set any misconceptions right.  That’s it, go ahead and write about it.  Use that blog.

Let me share a scenario.

I have a friend that through one experience and another grew bizarrely interested in the world of craft.  Trouble was that she is not really a crafter.  Nope, she — up until her blog — had never made anything useful with her own two hands.  Not a t-shirt.  Not a magazine holder.  Not a blog.  Naturally, in this respect, she viewed herself as “clueless.”  To dispel the assumption that she is clueless at everything, her brand needs some serious damage control.

  • Tip #1 Make a List of the Myths Circulating about Your Blog
  • Tip #2  Make a List Dispelling those Myths

Myth:  This blogger must be an idiot on all accounts, without education and direction.

Reality:  The Clueless Crafter believes that there is more reward involved in doing something that is not one’s first strength.  She believed her readers would enjoy the stories that come from a life lived on the other side of expertise, knowing that expertise can only come through experience.  On the other hand, she has 2 advanced degrees in art history and marketing, is a feisty athlete, and knows a gut busting laugh is a cure-all.

You get the idea.  If you were not able to communicate your brand from the outset, do not give up.  Be creative, be confident.   And, always be honest.