Artist of the Day: Grandmother's Glasses - Tamara Lee



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artist bio: I'm a self taught photographer who has a deep appreciation of the photographic arts. Each day I strive to be a better artist than the day before. Website: belatelierphotography.com
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This photograph reminds me of my great great grandmother Cora. After all these years, I recognize she is the only true kindred soul I have ever known. I knew her for a very brief time. I miss her very much.

Atlanta, Georgia artist Tamara Lee self-describes as an autodidact.

I love self-taught artists. 

If you think about it, all artists, regardless of their degrees, are self-taught.  Consider: who taught Picasso Cubism? Van Gogh his brush technique, O'Keefe her original content juxtapositions, Pollack his drip technique?

If you are an artist, regardless of whether you have formal training or not, you are brave.

Watch & Listen Playlist: September 7-9


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All I need is a cool breeze and these songs for the weekend. What about you?

Missing - Beck
Sante Fe - Beirut
Cumbia de los Meurtos - Ozomatli
Breathe Easy - Rachel Sermanni
Falling Up - Melissa Etheridge
Take a Walk - Passion Pit
Hard Way Home - Brandi Carlile
Drive Darling - Boy
Che Che Cole - Antibalas
You Woke Me Up - Andrew Bird
Heart of Glass - Blondie
Baggage Claim - Miranda Lambert
Lost and Found - Lianne La Havas
Superstition - Stevie Wonder
Marrow - St. Vincent
Burning Down the House - Talking Heads
Rubbles - Moddi
I Know What I Know - Paul Simom
Reboot the Mission - The Wallflowers
In the Summer - Jordan Hull
National Anthem - Lana Del Rey
Tell Me A Tale - Michael Kiwanuka
1904 - The Tallest Man on Earth
See the World - Gomez
14 - Carrousel

Artist of the Day: Utah State Map & North Carolina State Map - Mollie Mattin

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artist bio: I am a self-taught artist living in central Ohio with my teenage son and my rescue dog, Lucy. After many years in the corporate world, I went back to school to study graphic design and am loving school. I love to create art of all kinds and work in all types of media. My attention span is quite short, so switching subjects often is normal for me.
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I've been watching the DNC every night this week, just like I watched the RNC held in Florida last week.
 
My husband has snored through every single speech. I woke him up numerous times with my laughter, clapping, loud whoops, histrionic sniffing, and heel thrumming.
 
Watching politics is interactive for me, like skype, (although I really know it is one way): I talk to the speakers, agree, get after them, agree to disagree, gesticulate, and take their pictures, as in stand before the screen and click away. I have quite a collection of television photos.
 
What does any of this have to do with Utah? I woke my husband during one of tonight's speeches and he asked me what I was watching. He knows exactly what I'm watching. I knew he was sleep talking, but come on.  I told him the DNC. He asked if it was in Utah, or what?
 
Out of the two of us, he likes to watch the news, so he absolutely has to know the convention is held in North Carolina. I knew I was talking to a man emerging straight out of REM sleep, but I answered him anyway. I told him if it was in Utah, I would be there.   
 
It's been a great two weeks. Now I don't want to hear any more of it. Wouldn't it be sublime if the debates and elections were held next week, and we could just get on with it?
 

Poem Therapy at 7:29 P.M 6 September 2012: The Future Is An Animal - Tina Chang

The Future Is An Animal
Tina Chang

In every kind of dream I am a black wolf 
careening through a web. I am the spider 
who eats the wolf and inhabits the wolf's body.
In another dream I marry the wolf and then 
am very lonely. I seek my name and they name me 
Lucky Dragon. I would love to tell you that all 
of this has a certain ending but the most frightening
stories are the ones with no ending at all. 
The path goes on and on. The road keeps forking, 
splitting like an endless atom, splitting 
like a lip, and the globe is on fire. As many
times as the book is read, the pages continue
to grow, multiply. They said, In the beginning, 
and that was the moral of the original and most 
important story. The story of man. One story. 
I laid my head down and my head was heavy. 
Hair sprouted through the skin, hair black 
and bending toward night grass. I was becoming 
the wolf again, my own teeth breaking 
into my mouth for the first time, a kind of beauty 
to be swallowed in interior bite and fever. 
My mind a miraculous ember until I am the beast. 
I run from the story that is faster than me, 
the words shatter and pant to outchase me. 
The story catches my heels when I turn 
to love its hungry face, when I am willing
to be eaten to understand my fate.
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In my dream of the future I am a mountain lion with ruched fur anklets like my relatives of the Sahara. Is it my fate to prey on the small in this labyrinth of suburbia?

In another dream I am the snake, coiling and uncoiling, swallowing my tail to outrun my restlessness. Ouroboros, holy, first living being of the universe.

In yet another dream, of a fortnight ago, I am the white whale navigating the narrow channel of an amusement park theme tunnel. My fluke-shaped tail propelling this large head-shaped body through the tunnel and under the asphalt bridge. Hundreds of feet pound above, while I float in the womb dark netherworld. My belly is ribbed and vaulted like a cathedral and I am alone with my prayers.

In my dream of the future I am the spider that leaves the empty suitcases on the floor of my intricately woven web I formerly called my life, and parachutes to freedom on a slender strand of silk.

In the cathedral of my dreams, a pin light from a votive flame shines through the incense fog.

My future is an animal. I am lion, snake, whale, spider. I am all the animals of my dreams, that live in flesh and memory.

The Day in Cartoons: Strong Women - Petar Pismestrovic


Strong Women Petar Pismestrovic, Kleine Zeitung, Austria


If you are alive and breathing and anywhere near a radio or television or laptop, there is no escaping the 24/7 coverage of the upcoming election.

Not that I'm trying to escape politics, the last few weeks, that is.

I watched the convention in Tampa last week, and I'm watching the convention in Charlotte this week.

Both featured spectacle on a scale worthy of rock stars, and there have been rock stars and starlets. I've listened to disingenuous speeches, facts and reality twisted into knots. I've listened to earnest speeches, pleas really to vote for my guy. I've listened to more than enough I live in a cabin and I built it myself speeches. No man or woman is an island, so giveitarestalready!

There have been moments of sparkling veracity and emotion, hope, and also fear mongering on a scale not seen for a decade. And a few wackos.

Above it all, strong women stole both shows, and literally rocked the house: Ann Romney, Michelle Obama, Condeleeza Rice, Elizabeth Warren. Sandra Fluke.

Of all the speeches, for me, Sandra Fluke's game on, the personal is political, oh no you didn't fellas speech is the most memorable and pressing. She just may be the dark horse of both conventions.

The twitter reaction to her speech is best reported in Slate. One thing the tweets made clear, is that you do not need to be male to be misogynist.

Here is the transcript of Fluke's speech via the Washington Post.

Some of you may remember that earlier this year, Republicans shut me out of a hearing on contraception. In fact, on that panel, they didn't hear from a single woman, even though they were debating an issue that affects nearly every woman. Because it happened in Congress, people noticed. But it happens all the time. Many women are shut out and silenced. So while I'm honored to be standing at this podium, it easily could have been any one of you. I'm here because I spoke out, and this November, each of us must do the same. 

During this campaign, we've heard about the two profoundly different futures that could await women—and how one of those futures looks like an offensive, obsolete relic of our past. Warnings of that future are not distractions. They're not imagined. That future could be real. 

In that America, your new president could be a man who stands by when a public figure tries to silence a private citizen with hateful slurs. Who won't stand up to the slurs, or to any of the extreme, bigoted voices in his own party. It would be an America in which you have a new vice president who co-sponsored a bill that would allow pregnant women to die preventable deaths in our emergency rooms.

An America in which states humiliate women by forcing us to endure invasive ultrasounds we don't want and our doctors say we don't need. An America in which access to birth control is controlled by people who will never use it; in which politicians redefine rape so survivors are victimized all over again; in which someone decides which domestic violence victims deserve help, and which don't. We know what this America would look like. In a few short months, it's the America we could be. But it's not the America we should be. It's not who we are. 

We've also seen another future we could choose. First of all, we'd have the right to choose. It's an America in which no one can charge us more than men for the exact same health insurance; in which no one can deny us affordable access to the cancer screenings that could save our lives; in which we decide when to start our families. An America in which our president, when he hears a young woman has been verbally attacked, thinks of his daughters—not his delegates or donors—and stands with all women. And strangers come together, reach out and lift her up. And then, instead of trying to silence her, you invite me here—and give me a microphone—to amplify our voice. That's the difference.
Over the last six months, I've seen what these two futures look like. And six months from now, we'll all be living in one, or the other. But only one. A country where our president either has our back or turns his back; a country that honors our foremothers by moving us forward, or one that forces our generation to re-fight the battles they already won; a country where we mean it when we talk about personal freedom, or one where that freedom doesn't apply to our bodies and our voices.

We talk often about choice. Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to choose.

September Books 2012

Although the the season has yet to declare itself, harvest is here. The air is cooling, warning of the winter that is coming. Still, the tomatoes ripen on the vine. The last of the sweet corn droops on the stalks. Plump pumpkins dot the fields.

It's fitting to begin September with Harrison's book, not only as an ode to the season, but because I am the farmer's daughter, (in actuality, one of five of the farmer's daughters).

Happy reading everyone.

The Farmer's Daughter - Jim Harrison
The three stories in The Farmer's Daughter are as different as they are unforgettable. Written in the voice of a home-schooled fifteen-year-old girl in rural Montana, the title novella is an uncompromising, beautiful tale of an extraordinary character whose youth intersects with unexpected brutality and of the reserves she must draw on to make herself whole. In another story, Harrison's beloved recurring character, Brown Dog, still looking for love, escapes from Canada back to the States on the tour bus of an Indian rock band called Thunderskins. And in the concluding story, a retired werewolf attempts to lead a normal life but is plagued by feverish episodes of lust, physical appetite, athletic exertions, and outbursts of violence under the full moon.

The Devil All The Time - Donald Ray Pollack
In the backwoods of Ohio, Willard Russell’s wife is succumbing to cancer, no matter how much he drinks, prays, or sacrifices animals at his "prayer log." Meanwhile, his son Arvin is growing up, from a kid bullied at school into a man who knows when to take action. Around them swirl a nefarious cast of characters—a demented team of serial killers, a spider-eating preacher, and a corrupt local sheriff—all braided into a riveting narrative of the grittiest American grain.

Knockemstiff - Donald Ray Pollack
In this unforgettable work of fiction, Donald Ray Pollock peers into the soul of a tough Midwestern American town to reveal the sad, stunted but resilient lives of its residents. Spanning a period from the mid-sixties to the late nineties, the linked stories feature a cast of recurring characters who are irresistibly, undeniably real. A father pumps his son full of steroids so he can vicariously relive his days as a perpetual runner-up body builder. A psychotic rural recluse comes upon two siblings committing incest and feels compelled to take action. Donald Ray Pollock presents his characters and the sordid goings-on with a stern intelligence, a bracing absence of value judgments, and a refreshingly dark sense of bottom-dog humor.

Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper - Harriet Scoll Chessman
Harriet Scott Chessman takes us into the world of Mary Cassatt's early Impressionist paintings through Mary's sister Lydia, whom the author sees as Cassatt’s most inspiring muse. Chessman hauntingly brings to life Paris in 1880, with its thriving art world. The novel’s subtle power rises out of a sustained inquiry into art’s relation to the ragged world of desire and mortality. Ill with Bright’s disease and conscious of her approaching death, Lydia contemplates her world narrowing. With the rising emotional tension between the loving sisters, between one who sees and one who is seen, Lydia asks moving questions about love and art’s capacity to remember. Chessman illuminates Cassatt’s brilliant paintings and creates a compelling portrait of the brave and memorable model who inhabits them with such grace. Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper includes five full-color plates, the entire group of paintings Mary Cassatt made of her sister.

A Place of My Own: The Education of an Amateur Bulider - Michael Pollen
Michael Pollan's unmatched ability to draw lines of connection between our everyday experiences- whether eating, gardening, or building-and the natural world has been the basis for the popular success of his many works of nonfiction, including the genre-defining bestsellers The Omnivore's Dilemma and In Defense of Food. With this updated edition of his earlier book A Place of My Own, readers can revisit the inspired, intelligent, and often hilarious story of Pollan's realization of a room of his own-a small, wooden hut, his "shelter for daydreams"-built with his admittedly unhandy hands. Inspired by both Thoreau and Mr. Blandings, A Place of My Own not only works to convey the history and meaning of all human building, it also marks the connections between our bodies, our minds, and the natural world.

Mrs. Freud - Nicolle Rosen
This intriguing novel reveals a woman sorely neglected by history: Sigmund Freud+s wife, Martha. In this voyage into the depth of memory, comparable to that of psychoanalysis, Martha says more than she had ever intended.-How is it possible to have spent my entire life without thinking a single minute for myself? How could I have dedicated every moment to the fulfillment of someone else+s work-and life-to the detriment of mine? Why did I accept being upstaged, first by my own sister and later by my daughter?+ These are the gnawing questions Martha Freud struggles to answer when an American journalist engages her in a long correspondence at the end of her life after Sigmund died. From their letters, the woman whom biographers have painted as perfectly subservient, always in the shadow of the great man, emerges as a keen and thoughtful observer in her own right. Drawing on archival documents, letters, and papers, MRS. FREUD is a highly researched and informed view of an era shaken by wars and the birth of psychoanalysis. Nicolle Rosen, a psychoanalyst herself, shows Martha in a human light, as the privileged witness to Sigmund Freud. From this intimate perspective, we glimpse the great scientist and his famous daughter, Anna, described without any indulgence, as well as the entire Freud family in their peregrinations.

Twelve Sisters - Leslie Beaton Hedley
On the surface, the fast and testimony meeting seems quite ordinary. Prelude music only slightly masks the noise as members of the ward fill up the pews and the bishop smiles benignly over the assembling Saints. But beneath their scrubbed and freshly pressed exteriors, each of the women in the Foothills Ward struggles with challenges and decisions that others in the congregation are not aware of. In this beautifully crafted novel, we share the lives of twelve "ordinary" Latter-day Saint women - discovering in their diversity and their yearnings toward sisterhood what it means to be a woman in the Church today.

A Passage to India - E. M. Forster
Britain’s three-hundred-year relationship with the Indian subcontinent produced much fiction of interest but only one indisputable masterpiece: E. M. Forster’s A Passage to India, published in 1924, at the height of the Indian independence movement. Centering on an ambiguous incident between a young Englishwoman of uncertain stability and an Indian doctor eager to know his conquerors better, Forster’s book explores, with unexampled profundity, both the historical chasm between races and the eternal one between individuals struggling to ease their isolation and make sense of their humanity.

Girlchild - Tupelo Hassman
Rory’s been told that she is one of the “third-generation bastards surely on the road to whoredom.” But she’s determined to prove the county and her own family wrong. Brash, sassy, vulnerable, wise, and terrified, she struggles with her mother’s habit of trusting the wrong men, and the mixed blessing of being too smart for her own good. From diary entries, social workers’ reports, half-recalled memories, arrest records, family lore, Supreme Court opinions, and her grandmother’s letters, Rory crafts a devastating collage that shows us her world even as she searches for the way out of it.

Late Bloomers - Brendann Gill
In sparkling profiles written by veteran New Yorker contributor Brendan Gill, the stories of these resilient people unfold. Some, such as Raymond Kroc (the founder of McDonalds) and Harry Truman changed careers relatively late in life. Others, such as botanist George Washington Carver, worked for years in their profession, finding recognition only later. Many of those profiled, including Julia Child and Gertrude Jekyll, didn't even begin producing their life's work until middle age.

Maman's Homesick Pie: A Persian Heart in an American Kitchen - Donia Bijan
For Donia Bijan’s family, food has been the language they use to tell their stories and to communicate their love. In 1978, when the Islamic revolution in Iran threatened their safety, they fled to California’s Bay Area, where the familiar flavors of Bijan’s mother’s cooking formed a bridge to the life they left behind. Now, through the prism of food, award-winning chef Donia Bijan unwinds her own story, finding that at the heart of it all is her mother, whose love and support enabled Bijan to realize her dreams.

This Is Not The Story You Think It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness - Laura Munson
Poignant, wise, and often exceedingly funny, this is the moment-by- moment memoir of a woman who decided to let go-in the midst of the emotional equivalent of a Category 5 hurricane. It recounts what happened as Munson set out on her spiritual journey-and provides raw, powerful inspiration to anyone searching for peace in an utterly unpredictable world.

Artist of the Day: Michelle Obama - Smokey Road Press


 

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artist bio: In our Winterville, Georgia print shop and bindery, Smokey Road Press creates unique letterpress wedding invitations and custom hand-bound books the old fashioned way, using vintage cast iron equipment from the late 19th century. We combine the magic of these machines with the finest papers and inks, a contemporary design sensibility, as well as patience and love for the craft.
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The FLOTUS rocked her speech tonight!