Are You Artsy? [NOT 10/9/21]

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10/9/21 Elliecoo 16

Do you art, craft, play, or dabble?

Do you play an instrument, sew, knit, crochet, macrame, embroider, paint, draw, sculpt, craft, woodwork, renovate, or have any other artsy-related skill?

Happy Weekend!

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  1. i used to drum….pretty rusty nowadays tho…my drumkit is waiting for me to have space for it at me mums (ive even got the duvet in the bass drum to minimize the annoyance to neighbours)
    the missus is the artsy one…id post some of her stuff…but as i havent asked i guess i shouldnt
    but if you feel so inclined…google funahoe artist

  2. Eh, I mostly dabble these days. There was a time when I sang a bit. 

  3. This is the pattern I’m currently working on. I’m using different colors but my skill level is high enough to match the designer’s stitch for stich. Scroll through to the video which shows how the caterpillar can be stuffed into the chrysalis.

    • That’s so cute. My daughter uses a lot of that designer’s patterns. 

      • Has she come across Pica Pau? She is one of my favorite designers. She has two books and a couple of individual pattern available. I feel like the Auteur Theory applies to her amigurumi creations. They are all made in her distinct style and have a quirky interwoven backstory. I like to dream about creating my own line of amigurumi but I’m not that talented.

        • I don’t know, but I’ll ask her.

    • Piling on to say “that’s impressive!”

  4. Like most Asian kids, I got shoved into piano lessons.  I enjoyed it a little and played till I was 18.  What really stung was I had a music judge mention I had hands of stone.  He wasn’t wrong even if he was an asshole.  I didn’t have much feel for the keyboard like some really good players.  After that I stopped.
    Also played the clarinet for a few years (school bands.)  Again, fingers weren’t as agile as I wanted (again requires a sense of touch that I lack.)  I also didn’t practice as much as the teacher wanted.  Had to pare down my courses as I approached senior year so music went out the door.
    Never really went back since.  I can appreciate the work and effort really skilled musicians do, but I don’t pretend (a la Al Bundys of the world) that I was any good.
    I am reasonably dexterous, but not musical (hence hands of stone.)
    Also, I write (again, not well to sell.)  I have a couple of manuscripts that an agent peddled for a while.  I didn’t get any sales.  I don’t have any connections to the publishing world so my chances were slim and none.  I have learned to my dismay that publishing is a lot of connections/nepotism/networking which I have none of.  At least I had an agent for a few years.
    Mostly if I paint, it is models.  I like to think I have a better artistic touch/eye with model aircraft and SF vehicles than I do with actual painting.  I shocked my last ex with my eye for color.
    My mom rolls her eyes at what she calls “my toy habit” but I have shut her up when she asks how I got certain effects on my models.  My mom is also a failed artist and she gets snarky when her kids show off some skills.
     

  6. I am in the middle of my conceptual art piece known as The Weekend of All-Star Celebrity Cooking. Yes. It is going quite well. This morning I made James MacArthur’s Vegetable Omelet, which is as easy as it sounds, but surprisingly filling, so I skipped lunch.

    Then, as the cocktail hour rolled around, I made what is purported to be Oprah’s drink of choice, The Lemon Drop, which is an unholy cocktail of vodka, a little triple sec, a little lemon juice, and “superfine” sugar, which, I learned, is sugar ground to dust so it dissolves almost instantly. I never took Oprah Winfrey for much of a drinker and this confirms my worst suspicions. One sip and I knew I wouldn’t want another, so I put another martini glass in the fridge to chill. I finished The Lemon Drop, waste not, want not, and then for my second drink I made something I’m going to call The Liza Minelli. Gulp mouthfuls of vodka straight from the bottle I retrieved the chilled martini glass and poured in a generous helping of vodka. That was it.

    After a quick and slightly woozy walk with The Faithful Hound I made dinner, which was Baked Fish Peter Allen (I did end up using red snapper, as he says) and paired it with June Allyson’s Asparagus Vinaigrette. They were both very good but honestly probably too much work for the sane singleton to want to do on a regular basis. 

    Now I am relaxing with the rest of the dinner wine. I’m justifying this because Orson Welles, in his declining years, used to shill for Paul Masson, and this wine is perfectly drinkable but probably best if consumed out of eyesight of judge-y friends.

  8. I did well enough in art classes in high school to be passably decent. 

    In college I got an art history degree. Those who can do art, do. Those who love art but are not artists, get art history degrees. 🙂 

  10. I used to be quite craftsy, but I feel our digital age and adulthood killed that. If I receive a charge or assignment, I can still get quite creative and crafty, but I usually don’t have many obligations. I’m decent with visual arts, but other children in my family are obnoxiously talented in that realm.
    But I have a history of nearly every type of performing fine art. I played several instruments as a young person and even earned a Grade 8 piano qualification. I was a mezzo soprano, thespian, and dancer (yes, a triple threat, but more like a triple admonishment to be accurate) who did my fair share of musical theatre, but I sort of backed off on many of those pursuits when Uni and grad school took over my life. I still do dance-related things and mostly just write and am a patron of the arts. I don’t think I would have been able to sustain a livelihood based on artistic work, though. 

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