Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I suppose we should embrace the impossible.


I don't know how it happened.
I don't really know why...

One moment to the next is always a surprise.

I suppose we should embrace the impossible.
I'm learning to hold things differently.

Certain things should be dropped.
I'd like to drop the rage...but instead;

I'll swing with it.

New Artwork titled
Swinging Rage.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/94105999/swinging-with-rage-mixed-media-original

Monday, February 27, 2012

Hey You..You're losing your Vitamin C. Yup. uh huh.

Swinging Rage. How Sweet the Sound.


Ahhhhhh!
There you are sweet rage
welcome home
sit
I want to feel your presence
your heat
your unmistakable noise.

I can't say I've missed you
although
now that you are back I feel
safe again.

I feel guarded.

Tell me; what did you see while you were gone?
Did the loss of me lighten your load?
or did you crave
the weight of my instability?

Not to worry old friend.
I don't want you to leave again.
I suppose you only went so that I could see
your true worth.

The value of your walls,
the decoration of your barbed wire.

Come, sit with me. Closer.
It is your hand that I hold now.

Swinging Rage. How Sweet the Sound.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

"Princess Opens or Shuts the Window" 1, 2, 3, 4


Vintage Parker Brothers Spinner
Inspiration for my first
Asheville Collection.
















This is how I know when things start to get weird. Right?

So...this morning I blogged about my new favorite word.

Defenestrate. It means to throw open a window. My first collection
of gallery shown artworks were inspired by and titled "window".

I was just home in NJ for about a month and a half. During this month and
a half I had a storage unit that I had to deal with. This "storage unit"
was an emotional issue for me as it housed my old life. My married life. It
took me a long time to be able to deal with it and it wasn't until I was under
the gun and needing to officially unload and move on that I was forced to
deal with it. Luckily I had good friends with me to kinda snap their fingers at me
during periods of nostalgia..etc..etc..

Its a shame because some of the things most important to me such as my artwork were
ruined...and I'm not sure if you know how that might feel..but it wasn't easy.

I knew of only a few things that I wanted that were in there. Two of them were not. One of them was...and its this little treasure of a thing I'm about to share with you.

My Found Object art is inspired by childrens games. I went thru a period of collecting old spinners from games. Nothing can be plastic. In my head I knew that there was this one really great spinner. I could visualize it...I remembered it. It was important to me.

I wouldn't know until today how important it really is. I just set up my temporary work space..being careful and respectful that I am in someone elses home and space so I'm being extra anal...and in my work bag I pulled out my paints, brushes etc..and there it was; the spinner. Random.

I instantly know that it is going to be the inspiration for my first Asheville Collection. Then...
I read it.

"Princess Opens or Shuts the Window"
1, 2, 3, 4

and I have one of those moments. I'll call it a head nodding moment. Then a pause. Following the pause is a silent acknowledgement to the universe and a thank you.

Then unfortunately there is the need to document it (as I am doing right now) because this is when shit starts to get crazy...

Watch.

xo
TLB AVL.

Dramatic Jack White Insert: RIGHT HERE. I want (talula) love to change my friends to enemies...


Piano Window
Cropped top section of artwork
from the Echoes Collection




I'm going to paint today for the first time since the
epic move of 2012.

I like to dramatically title things. Makes me feel more important.

I'm going to come up with extreme titles for this next collection.
I do have such a love affair with words.

Defenestrate is a new favorite word of mine.
It means to throw open a window.

Here are a few things that I feel are happening with Talula...
1. The flow has changed.
2. She is feeling experimental
3. The inspiration is coming from a bit of romance
4. The bit of romance comes from love
5. Love is Talula's middle name
5. and Talula is you.
-----------------------------------
While writing that I just had a defining moment. You know how your therapist (I mean I've heard that therapists may say this) say that you should write in a journal because it helps clarify your thoughts??? Often this blog is a place
where my clarity comes into play. (usually its "out" to play..if you know what I mean).

and those 5 items..plus the extra 5 that I just peeked up and saw (ha..I must have been excited) just defined Talula in Asheville. I just figured it all out. Right now. With you. (well, you aren't here but you are experiencing a moment of revelation in the branding project of Talula Love Bottoms.)

I'm looking at studios this week. We're going to turn this up a notch. Who's in?

XO

Dramatic Jack White Insert:
Jack (I'm pretending we're friends) has recently put out a new album
that is totally self-expressive...

"I've put off making records under my own name for a long time but these songs feel like they could only be presented under my name. These songs were written from scratch, had nothing to do with anyone or anything else but my own expression, my own colors on my own canvas,".

Enough said...that statement alone is why he and Talula get along so fabulously (in her head.) lol. I'm going to have to write Jack a letter soon...It will start like this...
Dear Jack,
My boyfriend hates that I'm in love with you. Sigh.

Love Interruption
Jack White
i want love to roll me over slowly
stick a knife inside me and twist it all around
i want love to, grab my fingers gently
slam them in the door way, put my face into the ground
i want love to, murder my own mother and
take her off to somewhere, like hell or up above
and i want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies
show me how it's all my fault

no i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
yeah i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
anymore

i want love to walk right up and bite me
grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground
and i want love to, spit ... opening, cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound
i want love to forget that you offended me,
or how you had defended me when everybody taught me down
and i want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies
show me how it's all my fault

no i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
yeah i won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
anymore.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

"So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains"



Photo Credit
Maryanne Pappano
Impersonating Kate Facenda
Silly Talulas.

Good Morning Asheville.

I was told that if you are supposed to be in Asheville it either accepts you with open arms or pretty much spits you back out pretty quickly.

Ashevilles arms have been holding me tight since I arrived.

THERE IS SO MUCH GREAT ENERGY HERE!

I'm house sitting for these fabulous people, with this great house, and
(as seen above) this amazing view!!!! I feel blessed. I feel majestic. I feel like
I can't WAIT TO PAINT!!!

I remember when I moved to California I only let myself draw for a while. Pencils, ink etc...to try to retrain myself and to be disciplined. I'm still in the process of trying to figure out what I'm going to start off with here, in Asheville; now that I am a more schooled (but never educated enough) artist.

One thing I have decided is to try to see things like Kate. Kate (Talula Vague) and I became friends because I saw, via her photography, what an amazing eye she had!!! I
am so inspired by photography!!! I am so lucky to have it surrounding me here as well since I am the privileged guest of an amazing photographer!!!

Which - leads me to believe that (since thanks to a good friend of mine) I've recently been re-birthed back into technology and am all tumblr'd and Instagrammed up I'm going to combine these things and see what happens. I've never been much of a photographer and I caught myself saying "I'm a terrible photographer.."I can't" take a picture to save my life" one too many times recently and TALULA doesn't fare well with the I cant's...and well...

Talula's in charge. That we know for sure.

"If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don't know.

Misty Mountain Hop
Led Zeppelin

Monday, February 20, 2012

Surrender is my strength





There's just something about the North Carolina sky...
So wide open and inviting.
California was always a skosh too yellow for me.
It suited me better than Southern New Jersey;
however New Jersey is where I am from.
It is the reason why I am
the artist that I am.






I spent my childhood opening boxes of treasures. How fabulous is that?
To each their own treasure. That is what I wish for you.

The above bell on the artwork is one of those treasures. After holding onto
it for years and years I finally found a home for it...
and then a friend of mine, found a home for that artwork.

This is how amazing my world is. I am so lucky. I am so grateful.

As I transition into my mountain life...I am realizing the kindness of
strangers, the excitement of newness, and the great influence it will have
on my work. May I stumble upon boxes of treasures to share with all of my new
strangers.

My Mom and Dad sent me off with cash and tears. I wouldn't be where I am if it
wasn't for them. My Dad's love for the randomness of "stuff" is what drives me. It is
my biggest inspiration. My Mom's ability to support me in my "randomness" without putting questions or limitations on my sometimes recklessness...is what gives me the strength to take risks. Thank you. I love you. I miss you already!!!

I am so excited and grateful for the opportunities that are in front of me. I have no interest in the past. ONLY the present. I surrendered to my art a long time ago now...the surrender of it is my strength.

How wonderful is it that I can say that?

Surrender is my strength. Wow.

I look forward to learning, creating and expanding as an artist. I can't wait to
tell your story. I can't wait to look at Asheville through this new lens.
I can't wait to be in the arms of true love.

What is your true love?

Thursday, February 16, 2012

"incarnation of inspiration"


Artwork titled "Open the Gate" by Talula Love Bottoms
Photo Credit "Come down from your fences" Talula Vague aka Kate Facenda
The idea behind this artwork is that..when you are in love the key loops threw the
circle and thats how it hangs...
When you are not in love...it hangs separate. Directions on the back. lol.
Photo's available in any size...message me for details and pricing.



Have I found you?
(flightless bird)

or have I lost you?
(American Mouth)

Talula.
Talula.

The name Talula love Bottoms comes from the Tori Amos song
titled the same. Talula.
The song is about the fear of losing someone. Ideals.

Perhaps the biggest riddle (and who doesn't love a good riddle) of all five of
Tori Amos'albums is "Talula." The archetype that she utilizes to frame the song
stretches the boundaries of comprehension because it is combined with a
variety of obscure historical allusions.

Talula may be best represented by the archetypal character The Soul-Mate: the princess or "beautiful lady"; incarnation of inspiration and spiritual fulfillment.

Complex issues arise within the dimensions that Talula perseveres to represent
Mary Magdalene. In Tori Amos' words: I was really drawn to the bloodline
of womanhood. Mary Magdalene, the idea of the Magdalene having been a
blueprint; not the Virgin or the Divine Mother but woman- high
priestess, not just the chick that washed Jesus' feet with her tears.

(Wait?? is this saying that Mary Magdalen is the "blueprint" for Talula. Ha. YES...
of course she is...anyone starting to see this on a higher level yet? Kate..go ahead and start photoing EXACTLY what you see in your head while you are reading this).

Talula and this Mary Magdalene archetype elicits "comparable
psychological responses and serve similar cultural functions" (Guerin
157).

In an early version of "Talula," the beginning lines make an
obscure allusion to Marie Antoinette: (ok..and now we go from
Mary Magdalen to Marie Antoinette...its ok; it was also hard for me the first
round when I realized what exactly I was dealing with).

"Said you had a double tongue/
balancing cake and bread/ say goodbye to a glitter girl"
(yes...say goodbye to her. She JUST left town)

"It's one thing to be a glitter girl, but it's another
thing to be all woman. And that's what Marie Antoinette desperately
wanted". Marie Antoinette is placed in juxtaposition to the Talula for the sake of making Talula truly positive and not to be mistaken for the Good or Terrible Mother
archetypes.
(I like how it says to THE Talula). lol.

The Talula/Mary Magdalene/Soul Mate archetype can be applied to two other songs,
"Marianne" and "Jackie's Strength" but within a slightly different
context. "Marianne" is a positive feminine character even though the
song maintains a dismal, mournful tone in comparison to "Talula." Tori
Amos comments on who Marianne is: "Mary Magdalene reference, a young
girl who I knew that died. There's the whole idea of that part of
woman that has been dormant, who's been dead". Marianne is the "quickest girl in the frying pan".
(Marianne is Mary Magdalen too? and so is Talula?)

You follow? Because I'm not going to explain this again.
If you are curious whether my intent is true...

it is very true, it is next level true and my only heart wrenching
passion is to surrender to this "incarnation of inspiration." As if
I have much choice.

uh huh. xo.

Have I found you?
(flightless bird)

Or lost you?
(American Mouth)


Note: *used a few blogs/essays for the above info. However it was
academic and not sourced.

and a shout out to Iron and Wine for the lyrics "Flightless Bird, American Mouth"

Once you're Talula, you're always Talula



Mystery Artist Talula Painting Ocean City Red
By Elisa LaLa

Rumors have been spreading around Ocean City about an artist named Talula whose work has been showing up on the walls of city cafes and art galleries but whose identity remains a secret.

No one can say for sure who this Talula is, said Maryanne Pappano, of Ocean City, also an artist. But it seems everyone has a guess.

Some think Talula is a bartender at Tomatoe's in Margate, a woman with fiery red hair and a knack for making a killer Bloody Mary, said Pappano.

Others believe Talula is a jewelry maker in her 20s, who has often been spotted combing the Ocean City beaches, searching for bits of glass that have been smoothed by the tumbles of the sea, she said.

Still others say Talula isn't female at all, but rather a middle-aged man from nearby Atlantic City, who spends his free time crafting installations out of found wood, maps and other oddly matched objects, Pappano said.

Whatever the rumor, one fact agreed upon by all is that Talula's art exuberates feelings of freedom, creativity and surrendering to one's dreams, she said.

Admittedly, Pappano is the creator behind Talula. But she alone is not Talula, she said. Anyone can take on the persona of Talula, or more formally, Talula Love Bottoms, an umbrella label created to provide local artists with a freedom of identity and a chance to join others in a community chain of creativity.

"They can have an outlet to be able to let go of their ego," she said. "Name is so important to an artist, but it can also be really scary."

On the Talula Love Bottoms blog, it reads, "Talula Love Bottoms is the artist that resides in all of us. She is reckless. She is passionately fearless. She is all of the things you are ... that society has convinced you - is not the the norm. Inside Talula ...we embrace our faults and flaws and spontaneity defines us."

In other words, by working under the name of Talula Love Bottoms, emerging artists won't have to worry about criticism and established artists can create something outside of their comfort zone, without tainting their image, she said. The name is for anyone to work underneath, of any skill level, any gender, age, etc.

"I wanted to be able to give artists opportunities outside of the structure of the corporate art world," Pappano said. "People have really lost site of what art is about."

Pappano says this because she worked as a manager of a fire arts gallery until about five years ago, when she left her career in what she calls a "leap of faith" to pursue her passion for creating "real art."

"The true worth and value of art had somehow become distorted and I wanted to create really good, reasonably affordable art," she said.

And she knew she wasn't alone in this belief, which is why she officially created the concept a year ago, kicking off with a Talula Red Valentine-themed exhibit last at Who's on First Cafe in Ocean City.

Last year's exhibit was titled, "Wood meets Glass and Falls in Love at a Local Coffee Shop," and featured the work of the many Talulas. Currently, Talula Love Bottoms is hosting its second annual Talula Red Valentine exhibit at the cafe, with this year's title being, "Talula Red. SINEW. FIBER. HEART."

The Talulas were told to create work or works for the exhibit based on the emotions evoked when they hear those three words. Seven Talulas are showing in the exhibit, which includes about sixty pieces of art. They are Christine Cleary, of Northfield; Laura Mayer, of Marmora; Kate Facendo, of Ocean City; Ryan Simmons, of Ocean City; Jennifer Bailey, of Ocean City, who owns Who's on First Cafe; Marci Oster, of Ocean City; and Pappano.

The exhibit will run through Feb. 18, and is open for public viewing anytime the cafe is open. On Feb. 10, the Talulas held an opening of their exhibit at the cafe, including a wie-range of art mediums such as charcoal, oils, installation art, photography and more, Pappano said.

"Once you're Talula, you're always Talula," Pappano said.

Under Talula Love Bottoms, Pappano creates altered art, which is art made from found objects such as wood, maps, dictionary pages, old books and more.

She said she sells some her work on Etsy website, under Talula Love Bottoms, etsy.com/

shop/TalulaLoveBottoms. Once, soon after she mailed a piece to a buyer, she received a Facebook message from a stranger smiling from the porch of a home in Atlantic City, while holding up what she had thought was her work.

At first she panicked, Pappano said, assuming she'd sent the piece to the wrong person. The buyer did not live in Atlantic City. But then, she realized someone had understood what Talula Love Bottoms represented and took the opportunity to join in.

"Some people take advantage of an opportunity and some don't," Pappano said.

Cleary, said the Tomatoe's bartender with the fiery red hair, who is also a charcoal artist, Talula Love Bottoms has allowed her to grow and let go.

"I think Maryanne's helped me to let go of the tightness of my painting and allowed me to express myself in a positive way," she said. "I always go back to what's comfortable and to what I know."

As Talula, she said she created an abstract piece completely out of her comfort zone and it was wonderful. She said she often been told by other that she is a great bartender, but although she takes pride in her job, she isn't proud of that title.

"In the grand scheme of things, who the heck cares of I make great drinks," Cleary said. "It's nice to be recognized for something you want to be known for, like an artist."

Contact Elisa Lala:

609-463-6713

ELala@pressofac.com

If you go

The exhibit is showing at Who's on First Cafe at 100 Asbury Ave, Ocean City. The number is 609-399-0764 and winter hours are listed online at whosonfirststreet.com/home.cfm.

Talula's website is at talulalovebottoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-i-cant-help-falling-in-love-with.html

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Let's tip this tipping point off with some bubbly!!!


"Strung Out on Love"
available at the show.


But...just the tip.

The last minutes.
The clock ticks.

Every show I throw is like its at the MET or the MOMA.
That's how important it is to me.

It wasn't until yesterday that I kinda started to create the work
that I wanted this show to be about.

Sinew. Fiber. Heart.
I was told I was loved
Sinew. Fiber. Heart.

It means...with all of his heart and everything around it.
Maybe the hard thing to grasp was that I was loved.
That I had finally found him.
Flightless Bird.
American Mouth.

Drives like a crazy Venezuelan. Has the most beautiful
soul I've ever seen.

For me though....this show had to come from this place
that I hadn't been in so long. A place of self confidence.
A place where the heart focuses on what is truly most important
to it...
but still tells the story of where its been.

My work, my art, my passion is what has brought me this
love. Nothing else.

True Love. Sinew. Fiber. Heart.

Desperado...(me, you...all of us at some point)
why don't you come to your senses.
Come down from your fences, open the gate
IT MAY BE RAINING
but THERE'S A RAINBOW ABOVE YOU
You better let somebody love you
before its too late.

I did. I do. Yes.
and I love you muscle, bone and marrow.
I will marrow you! lol. hahahahhaha.
I didn't really say that back.

Talula Red.
Sinew. Fiber. Heart.

Let's tip this tipping point off with some bubbly!!!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?


Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late