Our temporary New York home is smack dab in the middle of tourist central, and most of the people schlepping the surrounding streets are decked out in tourist garb: travel-easy t-shirts and shorts. It wasn’t until I had been in New York for two weeks that I finally witnessed some Truly Fabulous Fashion. Read more
If you’ve read my last few posts you’ll know that my husband, Andrew, and I are in the midst of a massive relocation. And, yes, I was all for Andrew accepting the job offer in NYC, even with the many ways in which we had to perform to ensure the acceptance of our application for TN (principal alien) and TD (non-immigrant dependent) visas.
Get married? No problem.
I can’t work? No problem.
No control? Umm….
Now that I’m here, in New York, it’s starting to sink in just how much control I’ve relinquished. Read more
It is almost four weeks to the day when Andrew and I will be flying on a one-way ticket to New York and I have just started the sorting and packing of the studio.
On emptying the first bin an overwhelming feeling of melancholy immediately descended upon me. I have been experiencing a growing sadness at leaving my sweet friends, but I didn’t expect to have a similar reaction to an environment. Read more
A week ago I said a final farewell to my beloved bully-boy, Elvis. He’s been a faithful studio companion for 13 years, witnessing both me and my practice transform from my early 30’s into my mid-40’s. It is more than a little strange to be suddenly working alone in my studio. Read more
I live in a two-level loft unit. To make life easier for my senior dog I’ve put a second water bowl situated in the upstairs bathroom so that Elvis doesn’t have to stumble down the stairs every time he’s thirsty.
As with any canine companion, Elvis possesses a collection of endearing quirks. One of these odd behaviors is centered around the upstairs watering bowl: if the bowl is too full, he refuses to drink from it. The water will stay at the same level and would start to grow algae if I don’t empty, clean the sides, and fill it with not more than two and a half inches of water. Read more
Fresh off the phone from a strategy call with my fabulous business coach and I’m marveling at how fortunate I am to have had mentors and coaches involved in the development of my art practice. What would my practice have been like without the input from these fabulous, talented women? Frankly, I’d rather not think about it. Read more
I’ve long been in the habit of listening to music while working.
This habit was founded and fostered in the printmaking studio of the bealart annex, where open studio time was accompanied by early Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Kinks, The Who, and for a spell, the smooth crooning of old blue eyes himself, Frank Sinatra. To this day, when I’m feeling nostalgic, I still revisit the British Invasion – ahh, those formative teen years! Read more
As I prepare for my upcoming Spring Studio Sale I’m reminded of of a semantics issue that artists who engage in printmaking are regularly plagued with: despite sharing the colloquial term “print”, a print that is made using fine art printmaking processes is quite different from a piece of art (such as a painting or drawing) that is made into a print. Read more
Plenty has been happening since the beginning of the New Year – so much so that I’ve made the exec decision to limit my posts to bi-weekly. This poses an ever-so-slight semantic problem…I really can’t continue categorizing my musings as weekly. Therefore, as CEO and supreme ruler of jodymacdonald.ca I hereby decree that Weekly Muse shall hereforeto be known as Bi-Weekly Muse (a few simple adjustments in the settings….et voilà).
With that out of the way, let me share some of the studio shenanigans I’ve been up to in the past 6 weeks… Read more
An artist makes a lot of mistakes in the process of creating a piece. You try something, it doesn’t work, so you try something else. So it goes until you feel you’ve accomplished what you were trying to achieve (or you reach a fairly close approximation of what you were trying to achieve). Read more
Written by Jody MacDonald, January 31st, 2014 | 2 Comments »
OK. Maybe not EVERYTHING…but the right combination of things and/or people do, on occasion, add up to something much more than the sum of their individual parts.
My good friend Tzaddi and I have been talking (scheming might be a better word 🙂 ) about working on a project together. I don’t want to spill the beans and spoil the surprise, but I will tell you that it plays to both our strengths and witty natures and I am SUPER EXCITED about it. Read more
Written by Jody MacDonald, January 18th, 2014 | 4 Comments »
Last week I shared my experience of resisting this year’s annual review – I was stubbornly avoiding it because I felt the past 12 months had been disappointingly underwhelming. After buckling down and completing the review I gained a surprising sense of accomplishment.
Here it is, in all it’s bulleted glory, for your consideration…
A few weeks back my circa 1969 Bernina sewing machine started behaving a little, um…temperamental.
I LOVE my vintage Bernina – nothing fancy or flashy about it. It’s just a brilliant, solid, reliable workhorse of a machine that has seen me through projects a-plenty. This wee glitch in performance got me wondering what I would do if and when my machine decided to call it quits for reals. Frankly I’m terrified of having to buy and work on a brand new, modern machine. Read more
Written by Jody MacDonald, October 17th, 2013 | 1 Comment »
I believe that everyone should consider buying original artwork if their means allows it. Not everyone is able to afford to, however (that includes me!). Something I appreciate is the option to buy affordable, good quality reproductions of original artwork that I connect with.
I’ve been ruminating on how to make versions of my artwork available to the public in a low stress, cost effective way (for both me and the buyer) and I’ve decided to set up shop at søciety6. Read more
The title for this week’s post comes from a Japanese proverb.
I’m trying to keep this phrase at the forefront of my mind as the rejection letters start to roll in from the dozen proposals sent out earlier this year.
Some days a rejection letter is as inconsequential to me as a piece of junk mail. I can read it, shrug without attachment, and file it in a manila folder. Other days it is a fist exploding into my chest, grabbing my heart like a sponge and squeezing it dry. As in other aspects of life, perspective is everything. Read more
As someone whose artwork is all about repetitive process I’m surprised at my attitude towards tiling.
Could be it’s the physical discomfort of crawling around on your hands and knees for hours at a time, or maybe it’s impatience at wanting to get on with other reno projects that fuels my dislike (my suspicion is that it’s a combination of the two). Read more