Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"I'm every nightmare you've ever had!"

O.k., it's not quite Pennywise-bad, but holy shit, I have indeed lost a little sleep over the last few days. In case you're new here, I'm in the process of creating about a dozen pieces to help fill out a clown-themed window display for What the Rock?! for September. And while I'm usually quite good at time management, I seemed to have grossly miscalculated the manufacturing time of a few items. Last minute scrambling makes art feel not so fun. Grrr...

Deep breath. Martini sip. Another deep breath. Another martini sip.

But I have one more night. And many items are finished or nearly so. And I'm going to play World of Warcraft most of the day on Sunday and take a long run through the park. That will be nice.

If you're out and about for Gallery Hop this Saturday, you will get to see the window during it's first full day of displayness. And I might be hanging out in the store or next door at Rivet, so please come find me and tell me what you think. And if you don't like it... just please lie.


Sunday, August 12, 2012

On Clowns...

One of several masks and other clown-related items for What the Rock?!'s September window display.

When I mentioned that I was going to create a clown-themed window display, more often than not folks were less than supportive of the idea. The overall consensus was that clowns = things to avoid. But "You gotta do you!" is a mantra I try to live by (for better or for worse), so ONWARD CLOWN-MAKING!

It did make me wonder though why I have such a love for clowns when of all phobias, coulrophobia (fear of clowns) is among one of the most popular of the bunch. For the most part, I have phobias-a-plenty (most of the environment-related ones, all of the disease/parasite/medical-related ones, driving down High Street, people, etc.), so for someone prone to fear you would think that clowns would be a "sure thing". I guess what draws me to clowns is the controlled mystery. The ability to hide while still being present. The ability to perform then to disappear. To be able to take it off. Wash it away. Return to the mundane. If that's not the most romantic notion ever, I'm not sure what is.

So please, if you are not prone to clown anxiety, stop by and see the fruits of my current passion and be entertained, repulsed or something in between.


I think we all have the urge to be a clown, whether we know it or not.
-Ernest Borgnine