Saturday, July 30, 2011

I WENT TO THE ANIMAL FAIR

And managed 2 illustrations. More forthcoming...

COUNTY FAIRS

I ♥ the fair!!

COUNTY FAIRS PART II
County Fairs, for me, are like a time machine: they take me immediately back to being 8 years old feeding cows and horses behind my house. I hatched my own chicken and raised it, we had ducks, a dog, cats, pigeons, anything we could catch and etc. The neighbors had their menageries as well and we all enjoyed both beef and dairy farms at our mischievous disposal. I smelled like manure all the time and for the life of me, I cannot imagine a better childhood. 

Yours Truly and Brother Gus and his Kick Ass Cabin where he hid his Playboys.
We were actually getting ready to go to the State Fair.

Formative years spent in the red and white house on the left.
Mr. Choate shot black birds from the back porch of the house on the right.


BRIMTUCKY
I spent my formative years in Brimfield, Ohio. The town has expanded into near city status since the advent of the WalMarts©. Pretty soon, they will be like Toledo and won’t be able to have nice things either.

I seriously Googled "Brimfield, Ohio Walmart" and up popped a taser.

Brimfield Township is located just south of I-76, east of Akron and south of Kent. Brimfield is the fastest growing community in Portage County. Once a sleepy and intimate farming community, it is now teeming with life and activity. A new elementary school opened fall of 2007 and several large shopping centers are currently being built. www.brimfieldohio.com
The several large shopping centers would be the WalMarts©.

Take this when you visit!
 

THE LUCAS COUNTY FAIR
These here Toledo has THE LUCAS COUNTY FAIR.  It isn't as filled with spandex as Walmarts© but is just as fun. Being around all creatures great and small raised specifically for slaughter reminds me of the importance of being humane.  I love irony, don’t you?

Thy name is IRONY


And now… what you have all been waiting for even though you didn’t know it…



THE ANIMALS AT THE FAIR - or - A PHOTOGRAPHIC ADVENTURE THROUGH MILES OF MANURE
Viewer Warning: There are an inordinate amount of rabbits shown and no cows or goats... or sheep.

~ Once and Future Bacon~

THIS LITTLE PIGGIE WENT TO MARKET... literally.

The barn was sweltering and all of the domestic swine were splayed out in front of industrial fans and oinking. I scratched behind a lot of ears and heard all of the gossip of the fair.

Pigs are highly intelligent and extremely social, so... naturally we kill and eat them.
Donald and Daisy
CHEESE AND QUACKERS (Above)
My ducks gave me Impetigo. More specifically, I contracted Impetigo from swimming with my ducks. I still have a slight discoloration on my mouth to prove it. Yes, I got it on my mouth. I kissed the ducks. Don't judge. I did not kiss the ones shown above. They did not seem to be interested in me in that way. Maybe they heard about the Impetigo. (The swine are gossipy, after all...)


HENNY PENNY! (Below)
My chicken's name was "Henny Penny." I realize the originality of choosing such a name is damned near unheard of coming from a child of 5 (it is a literary reference). Our dog would wag her tail and Henny would jump over the tail as it went back and forth. The goofy bird followed me everywhere. If not me, then the dog. Even though she had no lips, I kissed that chicken quite often.
I am judging you.
You are being actively judged.

 




















I did not kiss any chickens this day. The chickens... THEY MOCK ME. I was worried about getting my eyes pecked out. I sensed blood lust.


JIVE TURKEY
I am judging you.







He bore holes into my very soul with his eyes...






A HORSE IS A HORSE OF COURSE OF COURSE


This fellow gave great horsey hugs. I used to ride. I learned Western but can ride English. I even rode bare back. I have also fallen off of a horse who happened to have the same name as my X husband. But I digress...














This guy cracked me up: I kept holding up my camera and teasing, "SMILE!" He would rub his cheek on the slats of the stall. He did this every time I held the camera up. I caught an actual smile on a horse.

I am judging you.


NAKED CHICKS
I am judging you.


BABY QUACKERS!
OH MY GAWD SO CUTE!


BABY QUACKERS! - THE FILM
Nominated for 7 Academy Awards 
Directed By: Francis Ford Copella
Written By: Francis Ford Copella




THE BUNZ!

First, I would like to explain to all you city folk that fairs feature something known as "Market Animals" that are auctioned in "Slaughter Auctions." It is exactly what it sounds like. From the beginning, the 4H Whippersnappers know the purpose of raising their animal. As an Ohio country girl, these pragmatic realities are part of life. Even for me. Even for the bunnies.




Here are some of the market bunnies...


o, man.


*sniff sniff*







BREEDING BUNNIES! (Not for Market - Only for Show)
Affirmative Action at work within Miles of Bunnies

I am judging you.
Two Faces, One Bun


I am judging you.

FLEMISH GIANT
The Flemish Giant is one of the biggest rabbits EVER. Below is a Junior Buck (boy under 6 months of age). The guy is over twice the size of my full sized Rex, Sammy. These rabbits were originally bred in the area of Brussels around the 16th century for fur and meat. Please note that wire floored cages are NOT suited for rabbits, especially Flemish Giants (due to their size). The information is riveting, I know. This rabbit had some BIG FEET. I have included a scaled to size human to show the utter magnificence:

Why is he waving? GET OUT OF THERE!


I am judging you.




REX - JUNIOR DOE (Female under 6 months)
I am judging you.



PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
Outdoor bunnies get hot. The show barn was a bajillion degrees. Rabbits cannot sweat and WILL keel over from heat stroke. To help the bunnies stay cool, their owners froze bottles of water and placed them in the cages.
Frozen water bottles help cool my buns on hot days too.







OOOO BABY!
And now a quick visit with the babies!



OH MY GOD I'M IN A CAGE!
♥ soon to be drawing ♥





I literally bonded with this little one. He so enjoyed grooming me. He is in the corner where I was sitting on the floor. They were for sale for $10 or best offer. Word to the wise: DON'T DO IT.

Unless you are willing to make an 8 to 10 year commitment, DO NOT BUY A LIVE BUNNY. This one would require a vet exam and eventual spay/neutering.  They need food, water, cleaning and lots of attention as they are social creatures. I got a little verklempt when I left this one.




FEEDING FRENZY!


Family Frenzy!


LIVE ACTION FAMILY FEEDING FRENZY!





Babies - tiny tiny babies.
Life is so Precious.



ALL OF THE ABOVE CULMINATED IN STUDIO 566:



I hate you.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

WHAT IS SANITY?


Class has started in ONLINE PORTFOLIO DESIGN complete with computer scripting and I am already struggling with sanity. I thought I would share a bit about how I save my sanity. I will now reveal bits and pieces of my studio life this week.  DON’T JUDGE.

POP SURREALISM - KEEPING THE INTELLECT ALIVE
I have to admit that since my disturbing journey into the mind of doll enthusiast, Hans Bellmer, and his obssession with pre pubescent sexuality – my passion for surrealism was ignited. Dolls frighten me to begin with, what Bellmer did with them (and the stories behind them, the stories of his obsessions) downright freaked me the eff out.

Even this doll is creepy. Why is he naked on a swing?
I know it means something.

I blame my brother. He once took all of my baby dolls, took their heads off, put them in a rinse tub of red water and laid a knife on the side of said wash tub. I was 8 years old at the time. It was awesome. I am almost sure that ruined my psyche for baby dolls... or perhaps the neighbor girl's odd passionate attachment to Mrs. Beasley did it.
Death Doll or Mrs. Beasley - You Decide!

The Bellmer study included the equally disturbing journey into the mind of Unica Zürn who was Bellmer’s living doll. But alas, who among us can live up to a fantasy? She eventually came to resemble one of his unnaturally contorted eloquantly twisted dolls when she took a dive out of a window in 1970. Surrealism is disturbing. I apparently like disturbing.
Creepy and Creepy II

Kids, in all sincerity, go well BEYOND the textbooks when studying Surrealism. Look into Freud’s theories of sexuality, the deviant behaviors of the artist, their explorations  and how they were symbolicly brought to life in their works—both consciously and subconsciously.  But I digress…
I have been spending a lot of time taking in POP SURREALISM also known as LOWBROW. I particularly love the focus on the narrative and technical skills: FROM WIKIPEDIA (I can't stand Wikipedia - but hey)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lowbrow_%28art_movement%29

Here is the culmination of all of the above:

BEELZEBABE


MY TIME ONLINE
SWEETJEESUSTHISISTHE WORSTWEBSITEEVER!
http://www.dokimos.org/ajff/

Christ, I'm having a seizure.


HORSE TURDS
When a situation arose that someone would say, “We did _______.”  If the action was unsavory my dad would respond, “We?  WE? ‘We’ is a horseturd in France!” I have no idea what that means. One night I social networked the comment. I asked my friend Google what that saying meant. I found that someone else was also burning with curiosity:
Glad I could help.


SENTINELS IN THE STUDIO 566 ARCHITECTURE

LIFE IN THE 419 - FLOOR 5


The reason I never answer my studio door...

The Monster Clam! Arrrrrgh! And the short bus. I can't use my supply shelves.

I can't use my desk.

I can't use my love seat.
Why yes, that is a whip and a package of rope. Why do you ask?


The gauntlet leading to the restroom.
It seems even longer when you have REALLY got to go...

In the elevator



This is why Toledo can't have nice things.

Frivolous fun with the board alphabet - it's ME!

This is why the walls of the 5th floor can't have nice things.

A Sentinel



The sentinels

The view out of the Secor Building. All in all...

SENTIMENTS FROM STUDIO 566
Here is the week's fair from Studio 566:
WAITING

WAITING - DETAIL

JILL AND BARB

HE IS, TOO.

DO IT.

THE BUNNIES OF SOLDOTNA, ALASKA

~Tea~



WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS GOOD!? - or - PARKING LOT ADVENTURES
What in the name of all things good is THIS?? SERIOUSLY? It was near my car. It must have caused the cracks in the black top when it fell from the sky...

It has a HUGE stinger

Oh well... it could always be worse...


 THE END
REBEL