Dailies: Liminal Spaces: Agent Cooper and Donna Heyward

2010. Graphite on watercolor paper (moleskine journal)

I am fascinated with layers of memory, the overlap of action, and inspired by the lag/delay in a television picture, where if you take a photograph of the screen, you can catch the shift as it happens (here, in the Twin Peaks pilot).

Lost/Last #1

I watched Season 1 religiously: I was living in Pensacola and we had just survived Hurricane Ivan, so we were kind of shipwrecked ourselves. Lost premiered the night the storm hit, we lost power for three days, and then the next Tuesday, the pilot was rebroadcast. I was hooked.  I loved that initial ride, then watched only sporadically at best after Season 2, so I'm not one of the chosen few. The way I see it, that last hour, and especially the last ten minutes, without all the insane complications of plot, wrapped up the story that drew me in, in the first place, in the sadly satisfying manner of "An Ocurrence at Owl Creek Bridge."

Dailies: Portia and Bird

I've been working on a children's book about Portia for a few years now.  I think I had to figure out color first, and I'm FINALLY happy with the results. So, this will be one of my summer projects: images for the book and also stand-alone images like this one for a proposed Etsy shop. I think the bird is proportionally too big, and it's sort of a generic bird. I may change it to a mockingbird or a mourning dove or a blue jay or something.

Dailies: (In progress): What is wrong, young pretty girl?

(In progress): One of the most memorable (and funny and surreal) scenes from the Pilot,  in which a bored and attention-seeking Audrey lets slip to the Norwegians, that her "friend Laura was found face down on a rocky beach, completely naked....she'd been murdered."

Dailies: Green/Ginger

When I lost my voice in the middle of travel season last November, drinking half a box of Tazo Green Ginger Tea restored it to a Demi-Moore-like raspiness, so I was at least able to do my presentation (3x) and review 15 or so portfolios (the mental and physical collapse came later).  It would be too much to say that this commemorates that, but I had  one of the labels sitting around in my sketchbook since then. My motto, or the moral of the story is: If something sits around long enough, it gets incorporated in artwork. 

Dailies: "Agent Cooper/Gary Cooper"

David Lynch likes to have fun with naming his characters. Sheriff Harry S. Truman.  Dale Cooper: D.B. Cooper: (and as Dr. Jacoby mistakenly assumes) Gary Cooper.  I had the Gary Cooper stamps lying around (they were from a scholarship application envelope at work) and pasted them into my moleskine on a whim, not knowing what composition would evolve.  I remembered the scene, played around with it, and  this is what occurred.


 

Dailies: "That Scene in the Twin Peaks Pilot with Laura Palmer in Disguise"

There, I've gone and given it away. It's a fun piece of trivia, though, especially since Sheryl Lee was playing a dead girl, the tragic Laura Palmer, that she should turn up alive, wigged and padded and bespectacled as the clerk at the bank who takes Agent Cooper and Sheriff Truman to Laura's safety deposit box.
It's a foreshadowing of Madeleine Ferguson, Laura's identical cousin.
When Cooper and Truman glance at the deer head on the table, without a beat she says, "It fell down." I'm not a fan of taxidermy, but I love that the deer looks like it's eavesdropping on the conference.

Dailies: "Multiplying Binomials"

So, in this dream, I'm in high school, which is an amalgam of all the schools I've ever gone to. There are hallways  and breezeways and staircases and walls of lockers.  The bell has just rung, and it hits me, that even though we're five weeks into the first six-week period, I haven't been to math class once since the first day of class.  How can that be? We have our eight classes every single day, so there's no way I could have forgotten, and as much as I hated math back then, I would NOT have skipped a day of class, much less 25 days of class. It takes me a while to locate my classroom and I sit down to a quiz on what I first thought was the quadratic equation, but now know to be the FOIL method of multiplying binomials and polynomials in Algebra 2.  I don't wake up immediately, but the dream seems so real, and seeps into my consciousness the next day until I realize: it's happened again. 

Dailies: Fox/Fascinator

Common elements: 

Pheasant Fascinator (found on Etsy, coveted ever since I saw it on Nora Zehetner in Brick)

Fox spied in the shrubbery off Northern Parkway

"A Curtain of Green": short story by Eudora Welty that I was listening to Frances Sternhagen read on the Selected Shorts podcast this morning

Makes me think of: Neko Case's Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

New New Pornographers album Together out tomorrow