Bloomers and water towers

In today's episode of My Twisty Little Mind: I'm thinking about water towers. And bloomers.

Artist Maura Donegan holds up pants-turned-into-bloomers. Credit: Mary Coss

The bloomers are part of a Victorian-era costume for the "Public Debt to the Suffragette" chalk art installation. At the Pacific NW Chalk Fest, Mary Coss will gather a group of artists to create a tribute to those who fought for the right to vote.

I'll be at the booth on August 19th.  Before and after that, though, I'll be holed up in the studio.

I've developed a thing for water towers. Not in a Jeff Foxworthy, defend-your-sister's-honor kind of way... they symbolize other, deeper things to me. And with that cliffhanger, I'll leave you until the next post... [chuckling evilly] 

Artist profile: Somebody's watching me

So close to finishing up my latest piece... so close. Just a few more paper scraps and screws...

While I'm finishing up, let me keep you entertained with the words of someone who's been keeping an eye on me -- in a good way.

Reporter Lisa Edge recently interviewed me for a lovely artist profile in Real Change News. At my studio, we talked art, inspirations and what's up next in my exhibit schedule. Go check it out and let them know what you think; that's a great way to tell the paper arts and culture stories are important to you!

Work-in-progress: implications

Sometimes even I wonder what's going on in this head of mine.

I wrapped the (toy) bat in Japanese paper printed with bunnies, and then this weekend I intend to mount the bat over the broken fake eggs. The idea for this piece has been on hold for a bit, but I got crackin' on it after seeing this sticker at a park.

I'm sure it's 'just a joke.' But I take those jokes seriously now that I'm aware Some People see both of my children as a threat.  My piece focuses on the contrast between implied sweetness and implied violence; the cute bunny paper, covering something that can be used as a weapon. 

I'm not entirely sure the bat will remain as-is... considering painting over the paper, or maybe just using my backup toy bat in this piece.

This is what goes through my twisty little mind when I see a bat these days. I don't think of baseball games anymore. I think of the kind of people who keep a bat handy in their trucks, you know, in case they want to crack a... joke.