take a chill pill / 3 questions/ sequin update

[oiran]

I am finding my own attitude very ugly these last couple of days. I have such a greedy skull, I'm never satisfied, and then I sulk. Of course, it's in good portion due to hormones, but I can't discount that I'm not feeling very pretty on the inside lately as a completely separate issue.

any 3 questions: Anyone want to ask me anything? Or, rather, three anythings? I'm in a tell-all mood... And I think you're supposed to ask people to do the same, but I won't hold you to it.

I finished Kicky's skirt. It's about an inch too big in the waist, which means I have to pick everything out again, at least at the waist. I think the weight of the fabric pulled it out a bit. Well, now I know for next time I sew a sequin mermaid-ish skirt with a train and detachable double ruffle. However, she's going to go ahead and wear it as-is to the photo shoot next week. At that time, I hope to have photos to show everyone how fabulous my skillz are. I'm really proud of this. I know it's got incredibly limited utility, but it's just damn cool in its little category. And, I made it. I hadn't made anything in about two years, and all of those were fat clothes, for me, and not shiny or pretty. Once I've got this project out of the way, I can work on the jacket for myself that I've got all planned out.

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[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

1) Oh, good one... Off the top of my head, two major candidates: John Singer Sargent's Madame X or Anselm Kiefer's Die Orden der Nacht. I can't find a picture of the Kiefer, which is in the collection of the Seattle Art Museum, but here's a picture of another Kiefer which at least shows his style: Nigredo Die Orden der Nacht shows a figure lying/sleeping/dead beneath a field of sunflowers. Everything is gray, or a dirty gray-gold. The thing is huge, about 12 feet tall by 16 feet wide, and the paint is built up in thick, cracking slabs that look like asphalt. It's not pretty. But when I saw it, I felt like someone had kicked me in the chest, and I started to cry. However, maybe I don't want to feel that way every day.

Off the top of my head, I'd say that other artists in contention would be Frida Kahlo, Hans Bellmer, Francis Bacon, Robert Rauschenberg, Deborah Butterfield, Darren Waterston and Joseph Cornell, but it would be ridiculously difficult for me to pick a specific piece from any of them. In fact, if I truly had this option, I'd take weeks to decide, and I'd research like a fiend, and I'd probably end up with some little pottery shard from the fourth century...

So, okay, it's Madame X. Or maybe the one of Betty and Ena Wertheimer. Hell. I can't really decide. If I say it's Madame X, I immediately begin to feel terribly deprived. And I'm going to New York next month, so I'll be seeing tons of art in person for the first time, and I'll probably come up with something new then.

And now I'm remembering pieces from a Jasper Johns exhibit, and the Joseph Beuys show that really surprised me, and I'm wondering what some of my old friends are up to art-wise...

I can't answer this question.

2) Well, duh. I would find Mr. Lex Luthor and figure out a way to have sex with him without subsequently wanting to murder him. It must be possible, though we haven't seen anyone manage it onscreen.

Actually, assuming I can get an audience and that people would listen to me, I'd try to talk to Clark about the dangers of treating Lex like he's stupid. I would try very hard not to mention the obvious Big Gay Love, because once Clark decides to stop insulting Lex's intelligence, the BGL will just happen without any help from me.

I would suggest to Ms. Lang that she's a tedious little hypocrite, but I'd think of a nicer way to say it.

I'd borrow some of Chloe's shirts.

I'd look for Chad. I really want to meet Chad.

3) If we're talking about places I've been to, I'd have a hard time choosing between New Orleans or Portland, OR. I miss the West Coast, and I miss many, many Portland-specific things (although I lived in Seattle). However, New Orleans is...New Orleans. And as much as I miss the Pacific coast, I've lived there already. The why: The food, the attitude, the huge amount of effort people like to put into their playtime, the way all the French street names are pronounced as if they were the flattest, most Midwestern English possible, fabulous live jazz...so many reasons. It's flat as a pancake, so you can ride a bike everywhere with little effort. It's just a lot of fun, and I like fun ;)