Friday, February 29, 2008

A Strangers Photo Album

I found this petit photo album at a thrift store a couple of years ago. I felt lucky when I found it. Its not very often I get a glimpse into to strangers lives. It makes it all the more exciting that the photos are all from before I was born. I like to guess what these peoples lives were/are like.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008


I decided to acquire the skills needed to perform an ancient art.... Tasseography: Tea Leaf Reading.  I like drinking tea and I'd like to be able to foretell events from the future. These two traits together mark the perfect candidate for a student of tasseography. I had my first reading Sunday. I read Davids future along with my own.

First, I turned my 'all seeing eyes' to Davids empty tea cup.

After the liquid has been drunk, a ritual of turning the cup upside down and turning it in circles on its saucer is performed. Then the cup is flipped right side up and the reading begins. In Davids cup, these are the images I found: A snail, a bird in flight, a dog, a dinosaur, a bumble bee, a sea-horse, buildings, a boot and a duck. I consulted my handy guide (Tea Cup Reading by Sasha Fenton). The back of the book has an index with images found in tea leaves and their meanings. Some of the images I found were not found in the back of the book. I substituted snail with tortoise, sea-horse with horse and dinosaur with lizard (this decision was a tough one. the connection between dinosaurs and lizards is weakened now because of the evidence that dino's evolved into birds. I already saw a bird in the cup though, so I chose to interpret the dino under the lizard category partially for varieties sake.) In the end, this is the final reading for David's future: With some helpful criticism from a friend, you will straighten out your ideas, figuring out which ones are good and which are bad. Your good ideas will strike up a business proposal and you will start a successful business. The business will bring you money. It has something to do with travel.

Next, it was my turn.

I had far less tea leaves in my cup, and thus, less images to aide me in deciphering my future. Here's what I saw: a swallow, a boat, a crawling baby, and a pegasus. My final fortune was: a journey will bring good news and a change for the better that develops because of a lesson learned combined with new idea's. I have to say, reading ones own future is hard. Its hard to tell when I'm being biased. I certainly don't want to predict anything bad in my future. Plus, I already know some of my plans for the future so its difficult to separate plans with authentic fortune telling. I think I am only going to read my own future for practice.

Well, I'll let you know if any of the futures come true.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Butterflies in my Stomach!

This is interactive art. You turn a mini handle in the back and the circle of butterflies loops around. The butterflies flutter around in the stomach, indicating to the stomach owner that they are experiencing that ever so uncomfortable feeling of nervousness.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

What the Whales Ate.

These whales are petit paper sculptures. Their bellies are boxes displaying what they ingested that day. I plan to make more paper sculptures in the future, this was only the first experiment.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

A Poem for Peggy J. Kooyman

Here is a poem I wrote in 2006 and edited a bit today.

A Poem for Peggy J. Kooyman

Your faded ghost teeters on the edge of recognition
Swarming in two feet circles within the white suitcase
that once belonged to you.

With the departure of three crinkled dollars
to the droop cheeked woman behind the thrift store counter
it now rests on the top shelf of my closet
with your name, written with slanted grace, still in the name plate

Someday, I may fill the suitcase with jeans, t-shirts, and a toothbrush
grab the handle with a sweaty palm
and travel the world

For now, your ghost bounces against the suitcase walls
whispering your story with that hoarse sputter
that all ghosts recall their life

You bought the suitcase in your late thirties
no longer tantalized by the promises of American housewifery
the stumbling jumble of flesh and complaints slumped in your living room
perfumed with booze and dazed eyed apathy
was not worth the stoves and the ironing boards
the stuffing recipes and achingly awkward chit chats
with pink cloaked neighbors and their lonely grins

So you left the sleeping mass behind
boarded the night train and twisted through country side
toward some towering city whose skies lingered
with a sweet scent of freedom your body never expected to inhale

your mind clouded with dreams
you fell asleep to the gentle moan of creaking tracks

Or maybe, you bought the suitcase for an adventure in crime
fed it stolen 100 dollar bills
handfuls of glistening jewels
until its belly was brimming and gurgling with delight

the bank customers huddled on the ground
their pupils dilating with that terror filled quiver
that only a few witness in another
you whispered “everything will be all right”
before dashing into the anonymity
of congested and cluttered city streets
leaving the smooth headed bank teller with hands in the air
mystified by the swiftness of your intrusion

suitcase in hand you boarded a plane
Your lungs relaxed as the planes wings touched the stirring air
And whistled through the blankets of orange and yellow

Or maybe, you bought the suitcase because someday
you would fill it with your skirts, blouses, and a tooth brush
grab the handle with your sweaty palm
and travel the world

Thursday, February 7, 2008

found wire sculpture

I found this wire sculpture during a walk yesterday. I'm not sure if somebody was working with it to make a petit sculpture, or if the wire just happened to be crumpled together this way. It looks a bit like a sea-horse. It also looks a little like a bird.

Friday, February 1, 2008

New Tote Bags At My Etsy Shop

I have updated my Etsy shop with a bunch of new tote bags. The first three pictured have sold (Yay!).