Unusual Girl Studios

This lady is covered entirely in beads! This man is made from game pieces! soooo pretty! I will add in the artist's names and more about their piece later...must go get my work done!!!

 Whew HOO!  We are excited!  For Art Prize!  I know, I know- you aren't here so its just not as exciting for you!  (By the way can you please pray for us in regards to that last adult tooth coming in and pushing those two front teeth together just a little more???) This work is by artist Terry Brennen and is called "Dumpster Diver".  All of these sea creatures are formed from upcycled or repurposed 'junk'.  Thought you'd like to take a look- but look very closely to see what the pieces and parts used to be- because that's the fun part! All of the fish you see here and the scuba diver are made from upcycled objects.  Can you see the baby carrier in the scuba diver's belly?  This man is crazy clever. This tiny squid is one continuous piece of wire. This artist has been a welder for forty years and this is his first work of art.  He spent a year on it.  Hmmm, sound familiar? This is my Art Prize lovin' family.  Where do I fit in in this

Last Summer there was an alien in my yard.   This summer she is finished.  A full fledged sculpture. My first ever project of a large scale. My most detailed endeavor.  Tons of planning and drawing and researching. Every flower chosen for the element that I connect with.  Zinnia are so unapologetic, fervent and joyous.  Calla lilies are so very elegant and simple in their shape.  The leaves of the Calla Lily are just as strong and elegant as the blossom.  So long I wondered just what was she all about.  She knew, she always knew.  But Art Prize made me give her a title which became= Life Cycle; bounty of joy and sorrow.  There's a long story that goes with the title.  All about stages in life from that of childhood dreams ( the ballerina) to soaring free as a young adult- (the dove) to realizing maturity and the strength that comes from knowing one's self.  Knowing where one has been, what has been and what is yet unknown but welcome.  That is what this sculpture has be

Four Days.  F-O-U-R. I am experiencing a "letting go" ness with the sculpture.  I know that she is done.  Well, she has to be, I'm out of time.  But a calm secure feeling of "she's done, really- she is and its time to just add some finishing touches."  No more changes, no color additions or re-painting.  She's done.  This has been quite the journey- some where in the doodles came a concept.  The concept intrigued me- could I do this?  This amount of difficulty and detail, not to mention the size of it?  Somewhere along the way another question was answered and then a realization of the question itself.  Could I do this and by doing so consider myself, finally, an artist?  Was it a test?  Not really.  More of a struggle between my intrinsic self doubt and a conflicting whisper of a belief that yes, I already was an artist so being was just a matter of transition- transition of belief over doubt. But the proof stands before me waiting for me to believe

I didn't think I was a proponent of child labor but it turns out I am.  I'm tired.  My house is dirty.  Places that we bathe need to be cleaned.  "Brooke!" I say "Grab the scrubbing bubbles spray stuff and some paper towels or an old wash cloth- you decide- and clean the outside of the toilet."  We like scrubbing bubbles in this house so at first I had a positive reaction.  But which?  the washcloth or the paper towels?  "I'd do the first go round in paper towels, if I were you, cuz you can throw those away.  Then use real hot water on the other...but you decide...however you do it is fine....." "Wait......"  Dang it, I knew this was coming. My Brookie is a smart cookie.  "Do you mean the part where people sit down?" Now, wait- before you get all worried- of course I won't have them handling actual toilet bowl cleaner because everyone knows that the minute you hand a minor a bottle of lye that they will trip over the

Art prize begins Sept. 21 @ 6:00p.m.  My install appointment is Sept 18th at 2:00 pm.  I have 11 days.  Eleven.  E-l-e-v-en.  Just so you know- I can't breathe.