I am sympathetic rage. I am a swollen nerve, a paper cut, an unfinished Sunday Crossword.
I am the un-used crayon. The sinner. The broken record. Repeating. Spitting. Swallowing. Choking on the splinters. I'm a wood whore. A back door. A fast exit and a quick swing. I am screaming the loudest silence. I am smiling back the tears. I am the crooked pavement hop scotch accident. I am involved and unavailable. The hole that the glue can't squeeze out of. The 7th door on the Psych Ward Floor. The misguided criminal. The backwards chalk line. The cocaine sneeze and the hitchhiked sleeve. I am crisp. Snap Happy. Fuck all.
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 norm. Inside Talula...we embrace our faults and flaws and spontaneity defines us.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
My blog about a blog about me....The Fox and The Howl
http://www.thefoxandthehowl.com/
Nice Feature about my show True North, at The LAB - Asheville, NC.
Here's an excerpt:
Can you tell us about the little map book and what it means to you?
My dad is a collector, that is what we lovingly call him. He is also a product of the Great Depression so the modern day term would be hoarder. I grew up surrounded by treasures..this is one of them. My childhood home is on a tributary off the Delaware Bay; a ship port. In the town I grew up in the only commerce was a boat yard that salvaged and remodeled old ships, often large ones. We had an old boat yard house on our property that housed my dads antique collection and at one point was an antique shop called the Dusty Dowry. Ohhhhh…the treasures in this old house; from the cherry stairs to the bookshelves stocked with history. I was enamored as a child. This book fell into my hands as if it wanted me to tell it’s story. It has been a model of inspiration since the day I first held it. The journey of a young sailor in the 1920′s and his artful sketches across the map. I fell in love with the ink and verse on paper. It has never left my side since the day I found it. It also defines for me the love my father had for ephemera. Old maps, books, post cards – it is such a part of my childhood to revitalize it into art is my story.
What inspired you to start working with maps and to do this show and how do you go about creating your pieces in thought and process?
Maps have allotted me travel on a budget. I so want to visit the small towns with big names, the vintage gas stations on an unknown route thru Mississippi. Conversation with locals about what they love and their family routes/roots. They really tell our story and my art is so much about that; about a place in time that has a location that is near and dear to our hearts that defines us in a way. We can’t escape where we are from or where we go no matter how far the distance from each point. Maps give us that defined line. I love that story and it’s so unique to each of us that have traveled a marked path.
Click the link at the top (you may have to scroll over it..it's kinda dark) to read more. Much thanks to Terrah and Christian - the creators of The Fox and The Howl for allowing my story and show to grace their pages. Love what these two are doing creatively for the arts community here in Asheville! xo Make sure you follow their blog...so much incredible art, music, venues and ideas in the mix.
Nice Feature about my show True North, at The LAB - Asheville, NC.
Here's an excerpt:
Can you tell us about the little map book and what it means to you?
My dad is a collector, that is what we lovingly call him. He is also a product of the Great Depression so the modern day term would be hoarder. I grew up surrounded by treasures..this is one of them. My childhood home is on a tributary off the Delaware Bay; a ship port. In the town I grew up in the only commerce was a boat yard that salvaged and remodeled old ships, often large ones. We had an old boat yard house on our property that housed my dads antique collection and at one point was an antique shop called the Dusty Dowry. Ohhhhh…the treasures in this old house; from the cherry stairs to the bookshelves stocked with history. I was enamored as a child. This book fell into my hands as if it wanted me to tell it’s story. It has been a model of inspiration since the day I first held it. The journey of a young sailor in the 1920′s and his artful sketches across the map. I fell in love with the ink and verse on paper. It has never left my side since the day I found it. It also defines for me the love my father had for ephemera. Old maps, books, post cards – it is such a part of my childhood to revitalize it into art is my story.
What inspired you to start working with maps and to do this show and how do you go about creating your pieces in thought and process?
Maps have allotted me travel on a budget. I so want to visit the small towns with big names, the vintage gas stations on an unknown route thru Mississippi. Conversation with locals about what they love and their family routes/roots. They really tell our story and my art is so much about that; about a place in time that has a location that is near and dear to our hearts that defines us in a way. We can’t escape where we are from or where we go no matter how far the distance from each point. Maps give us that defined line. I love that story and it’s so unique to each of us that have traveled a marked path.
Click the link at the top (you may have to scroll over it..it's kinda dark) to read more. Much thanks to Terrah and Christian - the creators of The Fox and The Howl for allowing my story and show to grace their pages. Love what these two are doing creatively for the arts community here in Asheville! xo Make sure you follow their blog...so much incredible art, music, venues and ideas in the mix.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Graphite Girl
I will be your graphite girlfriend
Your pin up perfection
Lines -
Sketched over
Re drawn
Striped tights I never wore again
Fall in love with my charcoal thighs
My un-drawn eyes
Put me in a box
Nail me up
A prisoner to your walls
And forever your...
Graphite girl
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