I love a frisky boy!!!

Thought I would take a few moments (from painting)
and catch you up with whats going on in the studio.

Its funny...I'm working really hard at this art thing.
I sold 9 paintings yesterday and it's the most paintings I've sold in one day, outside of a show. Some were sold from a gallery and some were sold from my Etsy site.
Either way I was super excited....at the same time I was also really proud of myself.

Like I said...I've been working really hard.

So...I was asked what it is that I think I've been doing differently to inspire
the sales. As you know if you read my blog..I've recently relocated. One of the reasons why I thought it was important to relocate was to see if the energy of my artwork and of Talula Love Bottoms is still real and powerful outside of the comfort of my friends and family. I don't know a whole lot of people here and I don't really do much but paint and shamelessly self promote.

However, I realized a few things recently that have spurred my ability to be successful. 1. I feel pretty comfortable in my work. I can paint anything. I am gifted in that...however the process I use for my work is very challenging for me because it causes me to have to practice limitations, time frames and minimalism.

You have no idea how much I want to sink into a 10 day oil painting that is 10 feet x 10 feet and extreme. I want it so bad...but right now; my focus is the business end of my work; which involves a recession style art sales technique focused on allowing people to understand and experience the energy of art in difficult times.

I've also fallen in love. I am completely, thrown off the roof in love!!!!

With a stray cat that has a massive head wound. I named him Head-wound Harry.
It is a self inflicted head-wound as he has ear mites that I believe are driving him completely insane. But despite the gashed, gaping, gooing wound....we seem to be compatible and committed. He follows me around like any new beau should.
He's not a fan of the yellow burdock root I try to eye drop into his ears...but we are coming to terms with who's the boss here. lol. He has these blue eyes that melt me and he bites me when I pet him...I love a frisky boy!!!

Harry and I have been spending our days in the studio, enjoying inspiration...pulling from the ideas that originally created and allowed Talula to
evolve. Working on a new surf, flag series. I'm enjoying this because its allowing me to pull together a few of the repeated themes I like to use in my work such as shantys, celebrations, words, and we'll see...It's coming together quite nicely.

I haven't been listening to a whole lot these past few days but I will give a shout out to the She & Him Christmas Album. A Very She and Him Christmas! LOVE it!!!!

Not that I celebrate this thing called Christmas but music is my life so I need to take it in seasonally as well.

Cheers to you and yours me and mine.

Action Debut Rendezvous

Talula is busy.

Busy.
Busy.
Busy.

She feels the pull of something bigger.
Not sure exactly what it is...
but it has presented itself in a magical
and mysterious way.
Intrigue. Creative energy.
Humor.

It feels safe.

As reckless and restless as we know Talula to be...
She'd like a pause every now and again;
until travel calls her.

Spending a lot of time in the studio; normally means
keeping company with music.

Music is Talulas saving grace, her mentor, her lover,
her hopes, her dreams.

Her sanity.

To share that...is her passion as it goes hand and hand with her artwork.
There are songs to be sung;
and work to be done.

Thank you for any moment you have taken to share with
me my work and my love of music, words, and misc. obscurities....

Playing in the studio today...
No lyrics with this one; but the artwork
received its title.

Thank you again Emily Wells. I am so inspired by you, and most often when I need it the most!

Destruction of the soul is vanity

Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for simplicity.
Yes, you have gone for so long
With your love for vanity now.
Yes, you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain imagination.

In all my years I hadn't taken a moment to sit and watch the
leaves falling.

There are a few moments in my life that I have been overwhelmed by
natures glory. (there's a word I don't use often).
One of them was a moonrise over the Channel Islands Santa Cruz.
I'll never forget the scale of it.

I'm heavy under the work load right now. Waiting for the switch to flick and
for creativity kick in, take over, un-distract me.

It has become apparent to me that I need to work on my vocabulary and/or the part of my brain that produces the thing that we called
the classic one off.
God. I miss you.
Or..God, I miss you.
Get off the cross, I need the wood.

Go kindly into your day.

For Laura!

In completion of a painting I somewhat struggled with and post conversation with a friend about the end result of said struggle or in context struggles.

It's hard to paint for a friend. You have all this emotion between you, the artwork, your day, your desire to be good and kind...and produce something that tells someone elses story with your hand.

November is the month that my friends brother passed away a few years ago. I didn't know what month it was until Laura posted on Facebook. I was trying to tighten it up...put a few finishing lines on it that were intended to make it great. I kept getting kinda...nervous I guess. Thinking about her...and how difficult of a situation that must be. How strong and amazing she is...our conversation this summer about her family and her ties to her current location.

I spend two days really struggling with it. I just thought to myself...how can I make a difference in her life? How can I maybe give her a smile or a random escape. It's difficult to paint for friends.

But..I nailed it. I just kept using it to push me a little further with the work and as frustrated as I was; I was determined to produce something really great that was about her and that tells her story.

She surfs, she travels, she's a great daughter, an always smiling wife, a fabulous jeweler...in fact she is the ONLY Talula Jeweler that I want in the project because she defines a lot of who I want Talula to be. She's a sister, a friend and a quiet, peaceful soul. I am grateful for her in my life.

AND!!! she taught me how to paste a random head on FB. (putnam). lol. It still makes me laugh.

xoxo Laura. Thank you for letting me make this artwork for you. It's often hard to explain the importance of engaging in emotion and struggle in art. Not that EITHER of us intended a simple photograph to turn into a lesson of sorts...but what else is art for?

Happy November!

This is love, this is porn...

Original Artwork
Collection titled individually
Zodiac Collection
Umbrella name:
Random Building Tween Crack
Listless
Virtue
Scalding Scorn Arched God
Wasted
Fishing


Damien Rice
I remember

I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving

I want you here tonight
I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...

I want you here tonight
I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...

Except you my love. Except you my love...

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper maché

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

I see my Marianne walkin' away

He says that Boston's, Boston is the number one, all time best album ever.
I have to laugh.
He's pretty adamant about it too.
"Every single song was a hit"
He might have said chart topper.
Billboard.
Something. I was laughing.
Seriously. How many times I've been played this song.
hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
But yes...it's a good album. hands down.

Boston
"More Than A Feeling"

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. She slipped away.

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

I get the feeling that I'm Stranded in the wrong time Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a sound bite

Original Artwork available http://www.etsy.com/shop/TalulaLoveBottoms

I never wondered.

Keane
"Is It Any Wonder?"

I, I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
And so on, but now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on, my side

Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?

Sometimes
It's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
But sometimes
I get the feeling that I'm
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a sound bite

Is it any wonder that I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?

Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Nothing left beside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right

Oh, but you try
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?