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Friday, August 05, 2011
Fashion Illustration Boot Camp
Fashion Illustration Boot Camp with Shano – Learn the basics of drawing the fashion figure, poses, how clothing drapes around the body, as well as makeup and facial details. Great for anybody interested in creating their own designs, future fashion designers, building your portfolio, or just for fun. Perfect for those ages 13 to 113! Dates: August 8, 9, 10, 11. Time: 11 to 1pm. Four-Day Fashion Illustration Boot Camp Cost: $125 - includes materials. Class sizes are limited- Please reserve your spot today! Classes held at Gallery by the Bay, Stanwood, WA – 360.629.4297 (www.gallerybythebay.com) Instructor is Shano artbyshano@gmail.com (http://www.artbyshano.com/)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Once Upon a time . . .
I had a blog.

Oh wait! Here it is!

So, now that after many a life's changes (no, not menopause for Christ's sake). I am getting ready to get back into the swing of things and LIVE my life and post to my blog.

Baby steps.

Purty paintings I conjured up which may or may not reflect my mood:





The Femme Fatale Series.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Yeah, there's no way
I said I was going to blog more, and in my head I had a daily thing going on.

Not going to happen.

I'm a twitter sorta girl and keep it under 40 characters, Hello ADHD. But wait! I don't only twitter. I Tweetdeck. Which means that my twitters go out to FaceBook, MySpace, and Twitter . . . They could also go out to LinkedIn, but that would just be weird.

For me, a blog is like a crack-addict on crack. 40 characters at a time- How, when, and where do I stop? Do I stop? It's almost easier not to start.

I'm trying to balance painting, family, horses, dogs (my OTHER job), a social life, run (re-introduction into cardo since my treadmill bit the dust) and trying to find ME time which includes charity work, reading, oh . . . housework. Because God knows how much I ADORE housework ($%&*#*) AND COOKING! LET US NOT FORGET HOW MUCH I LOVE COOKING!! In other words, the plate runneth over. But, that's my personality to overachieve and then to not live up to my own expectations. (FAIL).

So hopefully this is a diving board into my life back into the blogging world. I hope so . . . But right now I'm getting ready for the the Mother's Day Tour (FOCUS. FOCUS)



And then on to the Portland show at Benjamin Benjamin's premier in Portland:

1720 NW Lovejoy # 102 Portland, OR 97209. Phone: 503.208.4236

Actually . . . My daughter has been running a fever for 5 days now. I am beside myself with worry. This blog distraction has been nice. Thank you Blogger.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My cPanel
Beth of ChicGalleria.com Finally inspired me to refind my cPanel (does that just sound dirty, or is it just me?) and see where my stats were coming from. (Okay, yeah. Um. DEFINITELY dirty.) If you ever lose your cPanel info with your hosting info (For you computer savvy people that DON'T have your minds in the gutter), you might as well go looking for the Easter Bunny. My computer(s) have crashed so many times that I had given up all hope, but this time, thanks to Beth I was determined. It's been one of those nagging little things driving me crazy.

And I feel badly. All these sites were showing the love, and I turned my unknowing back to them.

Starting now. Blogging more. Again. I saw the move "Julie & Julia" (gag). I AM A NEW PERSON.

(Yeah. We'll see how that goes.)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Holy Crap
August 6, 2009 was my last post? Where does the time go? What a flippin' slacker! But this time of year is always superDEEduper busy and if you read on, I'll tell you all about it and that I may or may not have a very good excuse for not posting more often.

Let's start with if you're in the Fremont area of Seattle. My work can be seen in the Fremont Space until April 30th.



And then on May 7th it's on to the "Blue Ribbon" Show at Benjamin Benjamin in Hood River, OR



Meanwhile, I will have work in the Seagrass Gallery for the Mother's Day tour on Camano Island, WA (natch).



And making me giddy with anticipation is the Special Mother's Day Blend by Dusty Cellars Winery featuring the art of yours truly. 14.4% alcohol yo. And so far, they haven't produced a red that I haven't absolutely LOVED.



Next up . . . The clothing and accessories line. But I'll save that for next week. Want to be in the know, and probably receive a little TMI? Join me on Facebook or Twitter.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Sleepyhead


This would be a sneak peak into the making of this piece entitled "Sleepyhead": I worked with 4 different colors of paint. There was beige, burnt sienna, dark brown, and calypso orange. THIS WAS A FIRST. Typically I work with colors complement each other on the color wheel, or still with those that typically have a good working relationship with each other. But yet I wanted to stick to neutrals.

Currently, as in right this moment, there is a full moon and my body is feeling the strong emotional pull of autumn. Soft, quiet, soothing, misty, brooding, mysterious. I enjoy this piece because she is sensually calm. Should you approach, you would feel the heat and passion put into the artwork. When the object d'force is the bed and a half-dressed woman, one must beware the sleepy temptress. She's highly unpredictable in this state of half/sleep.
Friday, June 26, 2009
WTH
Where have I been?

Here in Western Washington, also known as the Seattle area there is a great phenomenon known as the sun. When it very seldom chooses to show itself, the entire population goes missing from the Internet. I am no exception. It's been sunny. I've been MIA.

Also, I have been moving from my static desktop to the portable laptop. I have a new sense of freedom. However, moving important docs, pics, and programs has been far more consuming than ever imagined. Namely forgotten passwords and Vista having a strong distaste for anything vintage.

We are getting ready to take a big road trip from WA State to Michigan. This is also quite time consuming. Today was spent researching which class trailer hitch I have on my vehicle, adjustable ball hitches (hee), tongue weights (hee), and round bar weight distributors, also known as sway bars. Sadly, I now know what all this means. Makes me almost want to be a dude and grow a pair. Okay. Not really. In actuality it makes me want to run to my shoe pile and jewelry collection and hug and kiss each and every one and give them names which end in a "y".

I have been riding my horses a lot more. In fact, I am covered in a protective layer of horse dirt. I really want to wash it off. There's really nothing magical about it.

I haven't been painting so much because I am a bit distracted with the sun, our trip, and purty horses and the such. Oh, and two litters of puppies within weeks of each other really takes up a LOT of time.

But if you want to see my latest originals and more artwork it can be seen here: http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=99376

and here: http://shano-studio.com/originalart.html

And exciting news! My art will be on the cover of the not yet released album: Cathryn Beeks Ordeal!

I'm going to have to call it a night now. Sweet dreams!

PS Speaking of which- I purchased Jewel's new Lullaby album which, I know. To each their own, but I am thinking that this is the prettiest music next to Enya that I have EVER heard.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Quick Update!
Mother's Day Tour - Camano Island
Will you be attending the annual Mother's Day Studio Tour on Camano Island this weekend? If so, be sure to stop by Seagrass Gallery (http://seagrassgallery.com/) to view original art and prints by Shano.

Next stop- Wine tasting at Dusty Cellars Winery (http://www.dustycellars.net/) where you can purchase prints and limited edition signed flasks featuring Shano's newest images. *Some of which are not yet available in print!



Art Collectors? Just a head's up! There are still a few Original Artwork Pieces Left! Cleaning out the studio and over HALF the original art MUST GO! Huge paintings, small paintings, and everything in between- All one of a kind and priced starting as low as $100!



To view ALL the art click here:
http://shano-studio.com/originalart.html

To view the art on SALE click here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=99376
(click on the original art category)

Keep up to date with Shano via social networking:
http://www.shano-studio.com
http://www.artbyshano.etsy.com
http://www.myspace.com/artbyshano
http://twitter.com/artbyshano
http://www.linkedin.com/in/artbyshano
Monday, April 20, 2009
Forbearance
Last night I finished another painting in the Forbearance series. Why I decided to do something so large (18" x 24") in red is beyond me. One thing that digital cameras hate is red and purple, and this little doozy was far too large to scan. So therefore, hours were spent adjusting color, contrast, saturation, and exposure. Oy vey.

Here's the finished product:



Here's the trauma I endured:



Those smaller prints are artist's proofs. Want to know how much I spent on archival papers and inks? Yeah. I don't either.

Wanna know what else I had to endure this weekend? A bunch of crap movies. How often do I watch movies? Rarely. VERY rarely do I dedicate 2 hours at a time of sitting, and 4 hours of my weekend were wasted on brain melting stupidness that I'll never get back. Okay, yeah. The stupidness will come back to me in gobfuls, but I won't be sitting for it that long. I can almost guarantee it will be random, and it will involve public humiliation.

So first runner up in dumb movies du jour was the remake of Amityville Horror (although I fully appreciated Ryan Reynolds soaking wet and flexing his muscles.) All is not lost if you simply save your time and do a google search on screen shots of Ryan in the rain.

Winner of the Raspberry Awards was "Death at a Funeral". I think it was supposed to be funny. It wasn't. Trust me. I don't think I felt a flicker of amusement. My lips were never inclined to head North. Not even a smirk. Grimace, oh yeah. There was a poop of the face scene. That's the closest I came to smiling.

Ending it on a happy note is Ryan san shirt. He isn't wet here, but sweaty, angry, and wielding an ax. And that's hawt.

Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter 2009
Wake up
View Show and Tell of what the Easter Bunny brought
Call out of state family
Do barn chores
Pick up Easter "grass"
Eat breakfast
Drink coffee
Pick up Easter "grass"
Do yoga
Take shower
Pick up Easter "grass"
Cook Easter dinner
Pass out "Honey Do List"
Clean house
Pick up Easter "grass"
Drink wine
Entertain and feed guests
Clean up
Pick up Easter "grass"
Make "To Go" plates
Worm puppies and give vaccinations
Say goodbye to guests
Pick up Easter "grass"
Worm horses
Wait for horses to dry from the rain
Put the horse blankets back on.
Pick up Easter "grass"

It's now 6:30 pm PST. Time to digest mass quantities of ham and potatoes.

*yawn*
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Don't want to jinx it but . . .
House is clean
Barn is tidy
Yard is acceptable
Orders have been sent
Updated the Original Art Page
Studio is organized
Family is healthy
Friends are well
Dogs are brushed
Animals are fed
Bills are paid
Food in the cupboards
Laundry is going
Dishes are being washed
Life is good.

PS A special rhanks Tarah for posting about my art to the Seattle PI blog! http://blog.seattlepi.com/urbanfashionnetwork. SWEET.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
HUGE Art by Shano SALE


ORIGINAL ART MUST GO to make room for the new!

Cleaning out the studio and over HALF the original art MUST GO! Huge paintings, small paintings, and everything in between- All one of a kind and priced starting as low as $60!

To view ALL the art click here:
http://shano-studio.com/originalart.html

To view the art on SALE click here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=99376 (click on the original art category)

NEW Website
The website is currently under construction, but still enabled and fully functional. To see the direction in which the http://www.shano-studio.com website is going, please take a peek. Now categorized are the Top 75 selling prints, plus all the other top selling prints. You would think it would be easy to narrow it down to 75, but not at all! Simply click on Purchase and then Limited and Open Edition Prints.
Keep up to date with Shano via social networking:

http://www.shano-studio.com

http://www.artbyshano.etsy.com
http://www.myspace.com/artbyshano
http://artbyshano.blogspot.com/
http://twitter.com/artbyshano
http://www.linkedin.com/in/artbyshano
Monday, April 06, 2009
Stoopid is as stoopid does
WARNING before you read.

If you read my blog, you know that I don't waste my time worrying about fragmented or run-on sentences, prepositions, improper grammar, or verb tenses staying in one format, or any of that other crap that I had to actually think about when writing a term paper. If I did bother myself with such annoyances, I would never have anything to say. But rest assured, the spell check has been hit. So what if the occasional word is missing? Fill in the blanks. Your guess is as good as mine as to what I was trying to say in the first place. Point is, I was once educated, but partied too hard to retain any of the knowledge and now I'm just too tired and lazy to be bothered.

It seems that most artists post FAR more frequently than me. And although I have a lot to say, I don't always have the time to say it, or can configure any of my many random thoughts I have at any given moment in to a coherent sentence. But I'm gonna try even if it means Twitter status blogging.

And I'm going to start by blogging about nothing in regard to artwork. Why? Because I'm compiling all my existing pieces together to list for sale on Etsy or Artfire or even eBay. And because I am so completely overwhelmed by it all, I'm going to have to deal with it another time. Probably not tomorrow, but maybe Wednesday and that will be like a TON of bricks released from my chest. So, get ready because the sale amount that I sell them for is not as important is GETTING them out of my studio. Not because I don't like the paintings or they aren't worthy, but because I'm not letting myself create new paintings until I sell what I have, and that is VR VR hard. Imagine a brain artistically imploding. And now that I have a CLEAN art studio with electricity and lights, I'm absolutely Jones'ing to get in there!

So .. . On Twitter the other day I wrote a one-liner stating that I have stupid goats. Surprisingly, I received a ton of hate letters because of it. To goat-lovers: I have stupid horses some days. Stupid dogs other days. My chickens (rather John's chickens) are ALWAYS stupid. God knows, I'm the first to admit that I have stupid days. Where are the emails stating that I'm misunderstood and not stupid?! Stupid is a great adjective and noun. IMO, everybody, goat, human, or the like, is stupid some days, in some ways. Want to know how many times I followed a stupid human driving a vehicle that probably had an IQ of 150? Get over it. You are stupid to waste your time and typing fingers telling me goats are not stupid. Hey- I'm stupid for spending the time typing this to tell you that goats and other life forms can be stupid. It's all hella stupid.

On another note, I gotta go veg and be stupid because it's late and that's the only way I can get to sleep at night. I bet my goats are sleeping well though.

Definition: not intelligent; irresponsible
Synonyms: brainless, dazed, deficient, dense, dim, doltish, dopey*, dull, dumb, dummy*, foolish, futile, gullible, half-baked*, half-witted*, idiotic, ill-advised, imbecilic, inane, indiscreet, insensate, irrelevant, laughable, loser*, ludicrous, meaningless, mindless, moronic, naive, nonsensical, obtuse, out to lunch, pointless, puerile, rash, senseless, shortsighted, simple, simpleminded, slow, sluggish, stolid, stupefied, thick, thick-headed, trivial, unintelligent, unthinking, witless
Notes: stupid refers to lack of ability while ignorant refers to lack of knowledge
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Safe Horses Charity Event

"Wild Mares" Original Art painting for auction

Save A Forgotten Equine presents...
HeART of the Horse, an Art Show & Auction to benefit Equine Rescue
http://www.safehorses.org/

Sunday, April 5th, 2009
exhibit 2-7pm ~ silent auction 4-6pm

Abbey Ballroom
1902 South Fawcett Street
Tacoma WA 98003

Hors d'oeurves will be served and beer & wine will be available for purchase

Come support local artists & photograhpers for an afternoon of Art, Photography, Music, Food and FUNd-Raising to benefit Save A Forgotten Equine (S.A.F.E.)

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=46891659725
Monday, March 23, 2009
Unclad Art Show 2009
Patron's Party http://www.uncladart.com/- Opening Night Gala (Click on photos to enlarge)

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From left to right: Gayle Picken (Art Show Curator and owner of Gallery by the Bay - (http://www.gallerybythebay.com/), Jamie, Jack Gunter (http://www.jackgunterart.com/), Teri, Tom Jensen (http://www.tomjensenart.com/), Alison.

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Teri, Alison, myself, Jamie - I'm showing off the "red dot" on the mermaid painting, Fluidity. Yay!

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Jack Gunter (http://www.jackgunterart.com/), myself, Tom Jensen (http://www.tomjensenart.com/)

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Shannon Kirby (http://www.shannonkirbyart.com/), myself, Liana Bennett (http://www.lianabennett.com/)

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Coylinda purchased my purse to give to her daughter. Her husband in the background is artist John Vistaunet (http://www.vistaunet.com/)

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Me and Jack Gunter. I love this photo because I have no recollection of what is going on or what is being said but the body language cracks me up.

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Afterwards at Amigo's Restaurant with the girls (and apparently the restaurant owner?)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Heaven & Hell
Today's Heaven:

An hour nap on Sunday
A windstorm with windchimes
Netflix
Telephone calls from all your favorite girlfriends
Horses running
The ability to run on the treadmill
A new and improved ass from running on the treadmill (which really doesn't say a whole lot)
Wallflowers from Bath and Body Works
Gas prices
A full bottle of wine
Memory foam mattress
Watching and Interacting with kids during an episode of Survivor
Orders packaged and ready to go
A clean house
An hour long pedicure
Facebook
Dogs that come when you call them
Crocuses

Sunday's Hell:

2 week old puppy smells inside the house
under-achievement/Over-achievement (always)
Fat pics
Back porch junkyard
Mentioning how awesome somebody is only to have them completely suck the next day
Tax deadline
Plethora of drama (wtf?)
stomach ache
Belly fat
Laundry
Having to wake early

Good outweighs the bad. Good vs. Evil. Glass is half full.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Too much of nothing
Some days, okay most days, I want to do everything. I become so engrossed in everything that I do nothing. For example I just signed up to DIGG. Right now I really have no idea what that means other than I like a story or article. Same with StumbleUpon. I like it, I told somebody out there that I like it. Who I am telling this to, or sharing with is really unknown to me. Of course I could read the FAQ's, but I get spun around. I have a good sense of direction, but my ADD rears it's ugly head and I find I'm learning only bits and pieces of a whole. So I spend time exploring these technology vortexes in hopes that someday I'll know exactly what I'm doing while actually DOING it. It is a series of tangly spider webs with too many directions to venture off in, and inevitably I choose the wrong path further sidetracking me from what I was doing. Information Highway? No. It's downtown LA in rush hour with a 5 car pile up.

The Internet is so vast with knowledge that honestly my brain can't handle it. I want to learn PhotoShop and do all the things that the kewl kids are doing. Did you know you can take free tutorials on YouTube? You can pay a monthly fee to learn just about anything at http://www.lynda.com/ (It took me 10 minutes to remember the name of this site thus adding further frustration in my quest for knowledge.)

Right now I am still trying to figure out shipping on my shopping cart and I am completely over-thinking the tables and scales mixed with *GASP* International shipping to boot. My brain is swimming. Don't even get me started on marketing, small business, and being a WAHM, as well as an artist. Just the information sites pointing to other information sites completely overwhelm me. The Internet is crack. Why can't I quit you?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Oh, how ironic!
So yesterday I posted my "25 Random things" and quite honestly most of my Chatty Cathy girlfriends haven't responded and I'm assuming it is because of my #22.

22. It's retarded to refer to yourself as a MILF. Let other people decide that.

So I am reading book number 4 of Megan McCafferty's series titled Fourth Comings. I absolutely was enthralled by her first two books. Number three was a little emo and whiny, and not nearly enough hot sex, but it goes with the age of the character of the time. Nonetheless, book number 4 so far is right on track. I truly appreciate the numerous references to pop culture. Megan even goes as far to refer to Dooce whom I have been quasi-following back when Heather had maybe 3 to 10 comments a day. However, being a lurker doesn't gain me any status or popularity in the Dooce world.

So, I just read page 111 (Page 109 had me CRACKING up. I mean, ROFL at her snark comment. Buy the book. Only you MUST start with Sloppy Firsts.)

So thank you Megan for your witty and snarky pop culture observances. I am right on board.

From page 109 that had me belly laughing- As spoken from Jessica, the main character:

"She was still dead serious. This reveals an elemental cause of all our miscommunications. I am fluent in snark. Bethany only notices snark when snarks grabs her off the sidewalk, throws her in the back of a sketchy van with tinted windows, drives to the middle of the Meadowlands in the dead of night, and uses a heavy blunt instrument to smack her repeadly about the head as it screams, "I'M SNARK. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? I'M SNARKY SNARKY SNARK!" And even then she's like, "Ohhhhh? Snark? Is that you?"

From page 111:

"I couldn't expect someone like my sister to understand why the DONUT HO' promotion was just another pathetic example of "feminism" gone wrong. She has soared, swooped, and glided through life on the gilded wings of her golden good looks. I mean, it's one thing to be a MILF and have other people refer to you as such in private. "Now there's a mom I'd like to fuck." But it is quite another to unapologetically and unironically refer to yourself and your circle of friends as MILFs, as my sister and her friends do."

This is why I read so much. Way better than the boob tube, ya'll.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I was tagged for "25 Things"
1. I love the smell of horses, cinnamon and clove, my husband, and Narsico Rodriguez perfume.

2. I wear make up and fix my hair every day regardless if I leave the house.

3. I collect colorful goblets from the 70's and use them as our every day drinking glasses. If you see one at a thrift store, pick one up for me.

4. Listening to other people chew drives me batshit crazy.

5. Pretentious people are the WORST.

6. I must drink coffee every morning.

7. A microbrew with a tiny bit of bloody mary mix is the best drink EVER.

8. No wait, red wine is the best drink EVER.

9. I am obsessed with horses and my weight. Not necessarily in that order.

10. I am extraordinarily blessed for my family.

11. I love getting dressed up and wearing heels.

12. Nothing makes my eyes happier than sparkly jewelry or a cute handbag.

13. I always drive 5 mph over the speed limit.

14. An untidy house can cause me to go mentally insane.

15. I dislike cooking immensely. Loathe it really.

16. My hair won't grow but at least it hasn't gone gray yet *knock on wood*

17. I rarely get cold. My daughter is the same way.

18. I am a chronic insomniac and live like a vampire.

19. I read at least a couple books a week.

20. I like my handwriting cuz it's spazzy like me.

21. I have self-diagnosed myself with Adult Onset ADD.

22. It's retarded to refer to yourself as a MILF. Let other people decide that.

23. Race, age, political, or religious beliefs do not matter to me. If I like you, I like you. Just don't try to change me.

24. I swear like a trucker when my kids aren't around.

25. I really dig reality TV
Friday, January 23, 2009
The problem with dogs
So last night, Thursday, I was dead tired at 8 pm. It was a long day, but regardless, I am NEVER tired at 8 pm. Eight o'clock is my happy time. It's in the hours of 4 - 9 pm when I am the most awake. So when I was plopping down to read at 8 pm, I thought to myself, "Oh good. Maybe I'll be in bed at a normal time for once! Yay me for being normal for once!"

So I start reading. And before you know it my ADHD sets in and I'm reading the same chapter over and over. Crap. Reading is SO not working. I'm getting MORE and MORE awake by the second. TV is a distraction but I keep pausing the TIVO to do laundry, dishes, sweeping, whatever. I swear I am not any any sort of stimulant other than coffee and I cut myself off hours and hours ago. In fact, my coffee maker beeps after 2 hours to let me know I've been cut off. Coffee maker closing time was a VR VR long time ago.

So the dork in me suggests dancing around the living room in an attempt to drain energy. Everybody is asleep, but I am widefuckingawake. Dancing is stupid. I can't dance and there isn't enough room to do a flying stag or salchow if I wanted to. So I get the brilliant idea at 11pm to take "a couple" of my dogs on a walk.

On many occasion I have taken my two male dogs Maverick and Joey on walks during the sunnier months. Being two intact males they do well if I, the alpha, is always there to monitor them. I have a single leash that attaches multiple leashes so that I can walk a zillion dogs at once if I so desired. Apparently I felt the need to walk a zillion dogs. Admittedly, the ADHD mind REALLY wasn't thinking or considering consequences to its full potential.

Maverick in a past life was a sled dog. The guy is young and scrappy and can make me walk at least 10 mph faster than my legs could normally go. Joey is big and beefy but has lived with me his full 5 years and knows that I will choke him to death if he pulls. Joey is half my body weight. Maverick really doesn't seem to notice or care that oxygen is important so wheezing and coughing doesn't slow him down in the slightest. I can yank, jerk, verbally commmand him to chill out to no avail. So basically, the two of them together is manageable.

My wide awake brain THEN thinks it's a good idea to take two of the females on a walk as well considering that the two males are so easy.

So Dixie whom is really well leash-trained but have been having a HUGE issue with in regard to loyalty, keeps running off the SECOND I turn my back, decide that she needs the mental stimulation and bonding time. Can I find her choke chain and leash? No. So she gets a regular ole collar and is hooked up to the boys' leash, which makes three of them on a single leash. The problem with collies is that their necks are bigger than their heads. Any resistance or stopping and said collar just pops off. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I also decide that Athena would be great to expose to more walks given her limited view of the outside world. She's a couple weeks pregnant so I thought some exercise and excitement might do her some good. Okay. Yeah. Bringing Athena was retarded. Not only am I now out of leashes but out of collars. Being on a ranch there is an overabundance of baling twine. Oh yeah. Hello, White Trash with the noose as not only a collar but a leash. It's 11 pm on a teeny tiny island who the heck is going to notice?

So I have all 4 dogs and I'm ready to go! The thing is with dogs in general is that the males want to lead me and the girls want to follow me. Already a clusterfuck of collie dogs and we haven't made it from the barn to the top of the driveway. So at first it was funny and I'm laughing until Dixie's collar repeatedly pops off and she's heading for the hills like the disloyal bitch that she is. So trade Athena's homemade deal for Dixie's collar. Same thing. So while I'm getting them all straightened out, the males would encircle me literally entangling me like a spider's web.

Why I persevered THIS far is beyond me other than the boundless amount of energy that I had. Plus, I NEVER back down to a challenge. So after a few minutes of stepping in and out of spider webs and putting Dixie back in the regular collar a zillion times, we actually made it to the housing development that I had originally intended to take a walk in. It took me at least 8x's as long as it would have had I just taken the boys.

And then there were the other dogs. Dogs left free to roam said housing development because they are big fat lab dogs that don't leave the yard, and then there's the barkers behind fences that BARK BARK BARK at people and dogs passing by. It was all way too much for my ADD intact male dogs. They were pulling. They were circling. This wasn't their turf, but they assumed that all of the island was their turf. Tails were flagged, they were barking back ready to fight. The girls got in a panic and were every which way. All I know is that there were multiple leashes and binder twine EVERYWHERE encircling my legs, midriff, feet, and arms. For the life of me I felt like a roped calf. Seriously, throw both your hands up and call for time, Cowboy. Naturally Dixie is off the collar again and headed to for the hills or to fight or impregnate herself with a big fat lab. I gathered myself, I gathered my dogs, and I retreated home.

For some odd reason "home" made sense to them. "Home" was one collie mind working together and that was in complete agreement that they were the Alaskan Bob Sledding Team. Unfortunately I don't own a bob sled. There isn't even snow if I did.

So all 4 dogs who now greatly outweigh me have me walking them at a 70 degree angle at 30 MPH. Then for some reason Athena spazzes out, trips me with her baling twine, and I'm in the rocky ditch clawing to escape. There are no street lamps. It's me at one with my bob sledding team that lacks any sort of compassion for the person that feeds them. This would be a photo of being drug through a ditch by 4 collie dogs.

Don't attempt this at home.






















Oh. It gets better.

So I limp back home at approximately 30 MPH now uphill and am immediately entangled by dogs again. I just start unclipping and un-noosing. I stand erect and both of the male dogs are in a full blown war literally trying to rip each other's necks out. So you know how you're never supposed to try to break up a dog fight right, right? You're supposed to hose them down. So suppose for the sake of argument you don't want to run in the barn, hook up the hose, open the barn doors, and drag the hose out, spray them down because really? What would be the point? In this amount of time one or both of them is dead. So, you do what any sensible farm girl would do. You start kicking at the aggressor. Only for arguments sake you were denied soccer as a child/teen and your kick lacks impact. You have no aim and basically you are kicking at air and screaming like a Banshee.

Sadly, you are kicking WAY too hard than you imagined physically possible. All too soon you realize that your kick was something only a Rockette or Dallas cheerleader could do and you feel and HEAR the snap. That snap would be your ass to leg muscle. Well played.

Apparently male dogs hear, see, or feel your pain and stop fighting. You limp them slowly to their designated area and go back inside the house and just lay on the couch starring at the ceiling until WAY after midnight.

For the love of GOD, if you can't sleep on a Must See TV day, just stay in and watch The Office.

PS. The 2 parallel scars above the barrel racing scar would be my first time shaving my legs. At 10-years-old I imagined that the peach fuzz covering my legs would take quite some time, heft, and pressure from Dad's razor. I bled like a stuck pig for seemingly forever but didn't say anything to my Mom who said that I was not allowed to shave my legs at the tender age of ten. In my excuse for the bloody trail, I told her I slipped on a coat hanger.
Riding Couture & Illustration Friday
I work a lot with Melonie at Riding Couture. The woman is so dang focused and perilous in getting what she wants. I admire her drive and hella good taste in everything that is blingable. So for her new website main page she had me create an image for her. The woman may as well have held my Wacom pen or channeled the digital image directly into my brain. I have to give her huge kudos for having a vision and making me see it EXACTLY they way she did. I love working with her because she quite often makes me think outside the box. I have no doubt in my mind that Riding Couture is GOING PLACES.

riding couture


This week's theme at Illustration Friday is "Climbing". So here are my little social climbers. Meet Je Ne Sai Quoi

je ne sai quoi
Friday, January 16, 2009
Two birds one stone
The last and final nude for an upcoming show. Yay. And guess what? She's pale. No tan around here! Thus, I am submitting her into Illustration Friday's theme of "PALE".

Nude in Big Hat
"Nude in Big Hat" Do you like the oh so clever title? Makes you think outside the box, eh? Really gets the brain juices flowing. "What does she MEAN, Nude in Big Hat? I just don't GET it!" Don't worry. It'll come to you eventually.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Lil Miss Godiva
Okay. So this little ole painting took me hours longer than most of my paintings. It's actually a small painting (9" x 12") that I created on paper. Why I don't create more paintings on paper is beyond me, because it is unbelievably forgiving. There must be 4 paintings under this and I don't know how many times I redid her face and head- tilted it this way and that way, re-sized it, you name it I did it to her. She was a certifiable head case. Oh. And the horse? He changed colors at least three times. (A horse of many colors! Ha!)

Typically when I have to fight with a painting so much, I either ditch it or end up hating it. But I always tell myself, if the composition is there, STICK with IT. So I did and I'm glad. She's cute, right? And I'll admit that I don't always like the paintings I create, but that doesn't stop me from selling them off to collectors. But then I am incredibly hard on myself painting-wise and other.

Now that you have Lil Miss Godiva's full history, I will share this troublesome and difficult little diva with you.

Lil Miss Godiva

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Flirty Catwoman
So, in an effort to get caught up on one of the very few shows that I do each year, I have been creating paintings to be juried into the Unclad show.

OMG. It feels soooooo good to be painting again. It's like swimming in the Pacific ocean in August, or riding full blast at a gallop, or sleeping 10 hours with vivid dreams, or a full tissue back massage, or really good sex (sorry Mum), or like the BEST fresh gourmet creme brulle to hit your pallet. It's like I forgot to breathe and then the oxygen hit me at 90 mph and stimulated every cell of my being. Am I being dramatic? Perhaps, but then us artistic folk tend to hyper-sensationalize. But rest assured that I am very sincere in my description.

The first two paintings I have done this year flew on to the canvas. The third one . . . Not so much. (I'll share that one in another post. TBA.) So, I'd like to introduce "Flirty Catwoman" (Oh yeah. Running out of creativity on titles for the catwoman series. SERIOUSLY.)

Flirty Catwoman

She is on a confusing very to computers metallic gold background. She hopes to be a part of an upcoming nudie art show. I'll give more info if she will be able to grace herself at that particular soiree. Please stay tuned. (Stay tuned. That's funny. Good thing I'm hear to crack myself up.)
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Illustration Friday "CONTAINTED"
Oh. I SO needed to paint. I can't believe it took me so long to find the time to arrange to have my art gear and setup brought inside the house. WAY too long. It was like holding my breath. Fasting. Being a nun. Living in the suburbs. I really, really, really needed to paint.

I was given this itty bitty canvas of 6" x 6" from www.canvasplace.com (Waaaayyyy back when I used to be a regular and painted on a regular basis). This was YEARS ago now. At the time I thought, oh how cute! But square. I had great hopes for the itty bitty canvas, but there it waited for me about 5 years until I decided to take it up on it's challenge of painting on it . . . being all square like it was.

Well, I'm glad I waited because it finally occurred to me that the best composition for a square canvas would be round composition. I know! Like fitting a square peg into a round hole! Good thing I can think outside the box because that little itty bitty canvas would be waiting another 5 years.

Anyway, I'm blabbering on for no apparent reason. Apparently my fingers are anxious and love the clickity clack of keys. (Did you know that all to often, and WAY more than I like to admit to myself, I will repeat conversations in my head and be mentally typing them at the same time?! I'm like your own personal secretary or transcriptionist but only in my head! Either there is some strange compulsion to multitask or I'm like the Rainman of keyboards. Either way, admittedly, it's just plain weird. And yeah, a little TMI.)

So without further ado, here is this week's theme of "Contained" for Illustration Friday. Meet "Fluidity" the painting.

fluidity

Why contained? Well, for obvious reasons water needs to be contained. And for another, I was contained by my preference of triangular compositions. I was contained in my thinking. Dangerous things happen when I allow my brain to run amok.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Completely Random Pissiness
Pissy things inside my head:

Deadlines first and foremost. Always with the deadlines. (insert choice cussing before "deadlines") Professional, financial, and personal deadlines. In that order.

The Christmas tree and all reminders of Christmas are gone. I am now officially The Grinch for wanting it all down in a most eager and violent way. I like to imagine Edward Scissorhands as my ultimate professor in Ornament Removal 101. (Could have something to do with the deadlines.)



I started running again. This is good and this is bad. I love running. My brain shuts off (for effin' once!) and all is quiet in my head while I run. The endorphins kick in and my body feels nothing. Almost like it doesn't belong to myself. Of course, it's still really hard to get motivated to actually DO IT. But God love Nike for that saying, just DO IT because it is a really powerful quote. Just do it. Just get up off your fat ass. Just put the potato chips down. Set the remote down. Just DO IT. However, my bad knee(s) will surely undermine this and I will be pissy and fat (again/still) in no time. Did I mention I run on a treadmill in front of my TV? Yeah. Nike can only get SO far inside my head.



Speaking of fat. I am in a zone where my clothes are no longer fitting me comfortably or attractively. This also makes me REALLY pissy. I'm considering investing in my own line of Mom jeans and/or replacing my regular jeans and inserting elastic at the back of the waist band. Like a low-rise Mom jeans. Cool, huh? Or . . . I could continue to wear out the one pair of track pants I have. Once those start getting tight, I'm meeting up with Carnie Wilson for advice. Or hit her up for money for lap band surgery. Too bad we're not friends or even acquaintances. Because that's kind of weird, isn't it? I would confer with Star Jones about it but she's kinda batshit crazy.

I finished the 4th book of the Twilight series. Seriously? No, seriously. I'm in mourning that there are going to be NO MORE Twilight books. No more Edward, Bella, or Jacob. I am honest to God sad. And yes, I realize how completely geeked out I sound. I am strong enough to admit that I'm geek enough. Oh, and that I can read.

Good Lord. I knew I was cranky, but I had no idea I was THAT pissy until this post. What is my antidote? How do I get out of this funk? Do you think that the cougar in me I should go chasing poor Rob Pattinson around confusing him for Edward Cullen? I'm totally cool with stalking. What do you think Rob would think of Mom jeans? Hot, right?



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Monday, December 15, 2008
My Secret Santa
The good thing about Secret Santas is that one day, in your mailbox, quite unexpectedly, you get REALLY cool things. Better yet, it's uber cool if your SS is a jewelry designer. Now you've all heard me rave about Coleenabobeena and how much I love her stuff. But this year thanks to the crappy economy, I have been scooping on up some FANTASTIC deals. And let me tell you, these ladies don't scrimp. We are talking GORGEOUS hand-crafted, one-of-a-kind, pass down to your heirs type of jewelry.

But first! I received these AWESOME earrings from Bella Jolie AKA Secret Santa. (Hi Trisha! Love the baubbles! You ROCK. How did you know I was wearing a red sweatshirt today? You are amazing.)

New Earrings

And then a few months back I got STUNNING jewlery from Elements by Dawn. So delicate and sparkly it makes my eyes tear to look at them.

AND THEN we have the earrings that make every fashionista envious with the girlie girl wearable art from On A String Designs. Oh, did I mention the sparkle? Oh yeah. They SPARKLE.

So what are you waiting for? Christmas is coming (hint. hint certain blog-readers). Go out there and support artists and their craft. Etsy is just screaming your name.

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Saturday, December 13, 2008
Seriously.
OMG. I have dedicated WAY too many hours trying to get comments back with the new blog. It is driving me absolutely insane (you thought I was going to say "fucking crazy", didn't you? Well, I didn't because I'm trying to keep control of my cyber potty mouth). At any rate, I have tried everything. Reverting back to old blogger style, adding halogen comments, all to no avail. I swear there is some little effing troll inside my computer just messing with me. I have bruises on my forehead from repeatedly slamming my head against the monitor.

Again with my favorite gif:
computerblood

Anybody wanna help? I can bribe you with artwork. Christmas is coming. Oh, and because there is no EFFING comments you will have to email me at artbyshano (at) gmail dot com. Added bonus if I can have my motha . . . If I can have my blog titles back for posts that would be GREAT.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Illustration Friday "RAMBUNCTIOUS"
This week's theme at Illustration Friday is Rambunctious. Because pretty much all of the women and animals that I illustration are a bit on the rambunctious side, I have gone with one that has the most suiting title of "Whoa". Hold on to those reins, girlie.

Whoa
"WHOA" image can be found here.
Friday, December 05, 2008
We all eat mysterious things
I have a kitten that eats potatoes. I found that my stash of potatoes had been broken into after discovering Misty carrying around a mysterious object in her mouth. Mostly afraid to investigate suspicious object, I was relieved to find that it was merely a half-eaten potato. I didn't know kittens ate potatoes, or were aware of the food pyramid. However, when I tried to take object in question away from said kitten, there was a blatant refusal. Only after attempting to take contraband from kitten in question, did kitten abscond with starch food group where thereafter continued to nom nom nom the potato.







Dictionary.com. I miss the old version. You know how much I hate it when I don't understand big words.

Mack Daddy of all blogging websites. The Holy Grail of ALL blogs . . . http://www.blogs.com/topten/ You know where I will be for the next Top 10 years.

My studio is deemed too cold to create in by the National Weather Forecast. Therefore, I have been taking a million tutorials on Photoshop. And yes, my half-ass website will probably stay mostly black on some pages while pink on others. A girl has the prerogative to be fickle, and I believe my website showcases that quite well. If creating a shopping cart wasn't so damn hard, it would be uniform in color by now. But whatev. I'm very busy stalking collecting online photos of Robert Pattinson to care about such details at the moment.



Holy crap. Um. Edited to add. I guess I have a "type". Here's a photo of my husband (cira 1992-1993) shortly before we were married. Notice any strong resemblances? Tall, dark, handsome, and PALE as all hell. Not to mention the Phwoofy hair, square jawline, cleft chin, and come hither stare. OMG. Wouldn't that be SO cool if I married a vampire?! I think I'm on to something. It would explain SO much!

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