stymiepie studios

Letting Go

2012-01-20T14:56:00.000-08:00

Whoa! I've been so insanely busy that I didn't realize how long it's been between posts..which surprises me cause I enjoy writing this blog so much.
Somehow, daily living (oh you know what i'm talking about!) and the holiday season , which began for me in the middle of October and an obivious problem i have with time management got in the way.
For some reason, i've been thinking a lot about my single working girl(not THAT kind of working girl, stop it!) days in New York City and how looking back it seems like a different lifetime.
I thought i was sooo cool..living in my studio apartment on the upper East Side..i shared it with a on again off again leak in my closet from the lady upstairs who would fall asleep in her bathtub, and roaches with a New York attitude,some so large and hostile that they wore gang colors and leather jackets. But i loved it..my first apartment, on my own.
My now best friend of 35 plus years lived across the hall, and we quickly learned that we shared a love of eating , going dancing and splitting a frozen Sara Lee cheesecake for dinner the night before payday.
That was my first "studio", my first workspace, where i did freelance art and fashion illustrations, and started feeling like a "real" artist..i was suffering, wasn't I? Staying up late at night at discos, getting a few hours sleep,going to work, living on coffee ( and frozen cheesecake), spending what little money i had on platform shoes and clothes and going to concerts. On my own, learning to be responsible for myself, learning how to be alive.
I think that this is all coming back to me cause my youngest son, Ben, is moving across the country to California to pursue his dreams, and I am beginning to realize why my mother stood in the doorway of our house in Staten Island, crying as my dad put the last of my boxes in the car. So hard for her to let go of me..The end of being someone's child, the beginning of being their adult. Ben has been a man for quite awhile.He became one at 16, the night my husband died. But he's ready to start a life based on what he sees as his future , and i'm very proud that i raised him to not be afraid to try , to dare , or live with regret of things left undone.
And I have to admit that i'm sort of jealous..to have this tremendous. beautiful open road ahead of him,to weave it into anything he desires, and claim it as his own.
After a few weeks of being melancholy about not seeing him all of the time, i've started to realize that i have all of those unique opportunities in front of me as well..every day there is a new chance to dare to do something you've always wanted to do, to learn, to try..a new language, a new technique for my art, a new attitude toward embracing life.
And I'm starting to feel like that 25 year old girl again..excited and a little unsure..for me and for Ben, but it sure feels good...just like i remember it.

Running Towards A Dream

2011-09-05T10:54:00.000-07:00

A year ago, my shop ROCKANDROLLHART became a reality.

It always exisited, somewhere in my mind..a place where i kept all those illustrations and ideas that i would do "someday", and time went by.

It took a moment last summer, when i realized how happy i was as i was completing a drawing that a client had commissioned of Jimi Hendrix. In the zone, listening to Hendrix, blasting on the player and I realized i could open a second shop, just for work like this..indulge my creative whims and get lost in the process of celebrating what i loved..music and art.

So here we are , a year later and the shop has evolved from only rock and roll caricatures, to funky women's portraits, and psychedelic art and recently, my new love, fantasy art.

To thank all of my fans, those of you that enjoy and collect my work and to welcome those of you new to my shop, I'm offering a SALE ITEM AND a GIVEAWAY.

I usually sell 4 of my blank Rock and Roll caricature greeting cards for $9. from today , 9/5 until the end of September, you will recieve 6 cards for $9 (plus shipping) choose from any of the prints in my shop..rock and roll, funky women, or fantasy fairytale art. These will make a great holiday gift, teacher appreciation gift, or as some of my customers do..put them in a frame and keep them for yourself.

For the Giveaway..it's easy..just go to my Facebook page www.facebook.com/LeslieMehlArt and become a fan, then leave a comment here on my blog.. you must do both please..i'll pick a winner at random at the end of the month and send them a surprise 8.5 x 11" print from my shop, to say thank you for celebrating with me.

It's hard to believe that my new child is a year old..time flies when you love what you do and get to share it with the wonderful people like all of you that i have had the pleasure to meet.

ROCK ON!!! Leslie

From beginning to end

2011-07-23T12:58:00.000-07:00

Every time i get an urge to create a new drawing, it's almost finished before i even get it onto paper.

The art is something that i can sometimes"see" perfectly colored and formed in my mind. Some pieces start as an idea..a sweet photo of my dog Rosie, a feeling about the 60's that i get when i hear a particular song, a little notation on a post it note, a sketch that i did after having to pull over when i was driving brcause i was afraid that i would lose the drawing i was thinking about.

And so when those swirls of color and pencil lines begin to intrude in the day to day rolodex in my brain, i get excited. Sometimes as i refine a pencil sketch, the art goes in a different direction..it begs for an emphasis in the line work, or a brilliant burst of color..or just a line drawing that comes from my hand to the paper just as i want it..with no need to fix or fret over how i need to make it right and allow it to rest for all time as it is formed (this is VERY RARE!).

But the part that amazes me is reaching that moment when i know that the work is finished..it just is and i'm able to let it go because i know that i have made it as close to the perfection that each illustration deserves..that it is as "me" as i can give it and now it will represent me as it goes off into the world.

Most pieces start in pencil..refined a few times to get the composition on the paper that i'm looking for..i usually end up covered in pink eraser shavings. After the drawing is where i want it, i place it on my lightbox, and cover it with the type of paper my finished art will be on. When the box is turned on, i can see my original pencil lines and then "paint" over them on the fresh paper with color and outline..this way you don't get dirty pencil marks from the traditional way of copying by tracing, nor do you get away from the elegance of the original lines by drawing over them..sometimes , even a few milimeters of re-drawingcan change the whole look of a drawing..to show you some examples i've attached the original and finished art on some of my prints.

The Little Witch was one of those rare pencil drawings that just worked from start to finish..i knew exactly how she would look when she was done. The "Magical Night" print was a custom piece done from very specific instructions and a request to illustrate someone's experience with a mouse that she wanted illustarted as if it were from a child's storybook...this went thru several drafts until it felt as special to me as her experience. The "Art Deco Girl" was finished just this past Tuesday night. I was watching the Yankees and suddenly wanted to draw..i just sat down and she evolved 30 minutes later as a sketch and i was compelled to finish painting her before i went to bed...i couldn't wait until she was finished.

For me the process of creating these pieces of art that people buy for their homes is such a humbling experience. It would almost be enough to just make them and have them as a testament of what i do. The idea that people want to own them, that people enjoy them, that people want to hang them in their homes,or share them with their friends, or collect my art is almost more than i can bear..it brings me so much joy to know that i exist in another form for many different people in many different places and no matter what, I will go on even after i'm gone.

Living in the Material World

2011-07-15T20:07:00.000-07:00

The alternate universe to the usual day to day running of my online shops and selling to stores across the country, is doing murals.

It's like another world, where i'm bizarro Superman and everything is backwards.

You go into people's homes and stand in front of a blank wall, and suspending time and fear, you begin to paint. The first couple of times that i did this i thought , as i was painting "Am I insane? What if i make a mistake? What if they hate it? You can't erase a wall!! I need to leave..if I just go out the door, they can't make me come back.." Once the screaming in my head subsided, I was able to finish. But the fear is always there..You're in someone's home..the most private space there is in their world, and what you do is something that they will have to live with and you better get it right.

One of the first murals i ever did was for a couple that had just had their first baby..they asked me to a John Lennon themed wall in their nursery with his whimsical characters. I agreed to do it in one day because they were having a party the next day (people do this ALL the time!) I told them the price, gave them a sketch and the next weekend, began the job..I got there at 7 am and painted thru lunch til 5:30, and they loved it. The mom handed me an envelope and the husband helped me load my car and we hugged and said goodbye and just before i drove away, i looked in the envelope..there was $25 in it!! I laughed, thinking that it was a joke and walked up to the house and rang the bell.."Very funny," i said laughing and the mom said "why?"

"Well you gave me $25 and we agreed on $500" "NO" she said I never would have paid that kind of money.." (Lesson #1..after that job, i learned to always get the estimate signed and half the balance before i started work) After about 40 minutes of my yelling and embarassing her in front of their neighbors and the husband threatening to have me arrested and me threatening to go in and paint the wall black..they threw $200 at me and slammed the door.

Once when i was painting a mural, the mom said "You're almost finished..I have to go to the ATM to get the rest of your money..the baby is sleeping and i'll just be gone 10 minutes" before I could say "no!!!", she left and of course the baby (who was two) got up and seeing me and no mommy started to scream and continued for the next hour and a half until mommy came back from her mani/pedi..i charged her an extra $100 for babysitting.

I was painting two rooms in a beautiful house for two exceptionally, physically obnoxious twins..i don't say this lightly..these devil children terrorized me the entire time i was there, smacking me in the back, throwing around my supplies, as the mom said "aren't they adorable?"..finally i had to barricade myself in one of the rooms and threaten not to finish the job unless she took them out of the house. When she had her third child and asked me to come back, i was too afraid to go..really afraid..of two 7 years olds..it was like the Omen.

One job, a very detailed transportation themed 4 wall job had to be done over a weekend. The morning of the first day, the husband and wife started to fight..he was cheating, she was crazy, she was cheating, he was paranoid..yelling, breaking dishes and then one of them would come in "Do you need anything? Water? Coffee?" And then they'd start again..the first afternoon, she came to me for some therapy..crying while I painted ..what should she do? I 've sort of touched on how hard it is to create in someone's home, and to be able to focus and bring their vision to life..it's even harder when you are giving advice to a stranger..even harder when the husband comes into the room and makes a pass at you from behind while you are painting a helicoptor, (which became a hot air balloon, 'cause my brush went nuts)

Or the time that i started to paint a Pooh mural for a young couple and the mom asked if she could watch.."Sure" i said even tho it's a little difficult to concentrate with someone sitting behind you , asking questions about why you're using that big brush instead of the little one and wouldn't it be better if the blue was yellow and why is Pooh bigger than Piglet? At one point, I turned around and there were 5 people in the room, eating , drinking coffee and watching me..and then her mother -in - law said "Why are you paying this woman to paint? We could have gone to Target and gotten some stickers"
Of course , there have been clients that welcomed me and cooked for me and treated me like family..homes where i have painted rooms for each new child and repainted as they outgrew their nurseries and became big kids. And those are outstanding memories, just like my more "unusual" clients.

Sitting here at the computer it suddenly feels good to be safe in my home..no Omen twins, or babysitting, or audience, or backache, or husband ambush....but in spite of the basic insanity of mural work, it's very special to be able to create the vision that some one sees in their mind and thinks enough of you to have you place it on their wall..sometimes.

What Would You Do If I Sang Out Of Tune?

2011-07-03T07:22:00.000-07:00

I was working yesterday, painting and i had some cd's playing and i realized that the music i had picked was exactly how i felt.

You know what i mean..good mood..happy music..sad mood..sad music.

And as i was chair dancing to "Stayin Alive" by The BeeGees (don't judge me!!), i started thinking about how we're all affected by those little bits of a song that bring us back to a place or time in our lives.

After i heard "I Saw Her Standing There" (Beatles)..i put my barbie doll in a box..childhood was over..and it is such a clear memory to me now, that it could have happened yesterday. The doors "Light My Fire".. my first bad boy infatuation..with Jim Morrison and the guy i had a crush on that summer. Beach Boys? SUMMER!! you smell the beach, the ocean, i can hear my friends laughing on a blanket next to me. When i hear "Sugar Magnolia" by the Grateful Dead, i remember waking up in the Fillmore East (a concert venue on the Lower East Side in NYC) realizing that i had slept thru the first show and my curfew and my mother would kill me. Joe Cocker? I was at Woodstock, and we were so far away that the artists were specks on the stage..but the news came up the rolling waves of people that he was onstage..everyime i hear "I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends", i feel damp, tired and happy. When i hear "Sarah Smile" by Hall and Oates..i remember being pregnant with my first son, Joshua..when i hear any song from Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA", i think of my younger son, Ben who was a toddler and obsessed with the album (that's what we called them back in the day!)..not suprisingly, Springsteen is one of his favorites even now..And almost 9 years after my husband's untimely death, music brought me back to the world..Paul, the man i began to see, gave me a set of Coldplay CD's a gift because i loved the song "Yellow"..The first time i heard that song it broke apart the pain in my heart.

The beauty of music to me, is the way it shapes our lives in a subtle way ..it's there part of the moment like a whiff of fragrance, that comes back to you ,years later like a friend saying hello. I think that's why i opened "RockandRollHart"..Music is so much a part of me, i doubt that i could live without it..why would anyone want to?

Groundhog Day

2011-06-09T19:28:00.000-07:00

i woke up this morning and had my first cup of coffee and read the paper and laughed at the idiot politician and his need to share his underpants pictures.

and i went online and answered my mail and convos and shared some stories with friends and promoted my work and got into the studio at 10 am and started to paint..and stopped to research the justin bieber bank that i was painting (no, i am not kidding) and then i had to peek at my mail and then went back to the bank and then it was time for lunch..but i had to finish something before i stopped to eat, so i painted a wipes case and went downstairs and hated all the lunch choices , so i made more coffee and read the paper and laughed about an idiot politician who thought that paul revere was warning the british.

and i went upstairs and painted justin and then i went online and answered some mail and convos and did some research on a new group of caricatures that i want to do and then finished the bieber bank.

and then i started a step stool and while the name was drying finished another wipes case, and realized that i had to order some inventory and was on hold with a supplier til i realized that i had listened to the same music for so long that i was humming a tune that i had never heard before.

so i finished the step stool and it was time for dinner.

and after dinner, i went upstairs and went online and answered some email and convos and shared some comments on facebook and promoted my work and realized that i couldn't remember what day of the week it was. i am living the movie "groundhog day".

Becoming part of the Family

2011-05-22T15:26:00.000-07:00

I think one of the things that i like best about my StymiepieStudios shop is the special occasion work people request. Baby showers, birthdays,recitals, graduations..what ever moment that they choose to celebrate in their lives, when they ask me to create something for that special day, it's an invitation into their lives.
I don't take it lightly..i think it's kind of an honor to be asked to become part of a memory that lasts long after the party is over, and i'm always touched and pleased by the thank you's and sharing of stories about the gift giving.
There's one lady that has asked me to make a bank for each new grandchild..(fortunately she has 7 children,,I LOVE HER!!) and each one has to be as unique and special as the new child that is to receive it. She is thoughtful and specific and it is a fulfilling collabrative effort every time.

And one of the most challenging and rewarding pieces was a gift that a customer asked me to make for a new baby, to memorialize the child that the family had recently lost. That's how the "Memory Star" frame evolved.

A grandmother asked me to make a volleyball bank for her granddaughter who was going to college, the first time she would be away from home..she felt that the bank would make her feel "at home", and it probably makes her think of her Gram and home each time she looks at it.

The "Art Fund" bank was from one teacher to her retiring colleague, hoping she could finally save for all of those treasures she wanted....we had a lot of fun deciding that i would do famous works of art on her bank. It made me laugh to paint my versions of the Mona Lisa, Van Gogh, Monet, Picasso and even Michaelangelo's pieces on a piggy bank!

When my customers' return to my shop, i always feel like we have become part of this large extended family..they rely on me to create that perfect gift for the person that is so special to them..i appreciate their making me important in that way..and so we go..on and on..and on. Every piece i create is special to me in that way, 'cause i know that once it reaches that shelf or the top of a dresser or the corner of the room belonging to the person it was made for, it becomes part of their lives, and the memory of the day it was made to celebrate.

Facing The Fear

2011-05-11T16:42:00.000-07:00

Everytime i sit down at my drawing board i feel a mixture of confidence and terror. I'm sure that this is what performers feel as they walk out on stage..sure , i'm not Lady Gaga or Sting facing 22,000 screaming fans at Madison Square Garden, but it's probably close to that.

You know that you are good at what you do and you trust your ability but each new piece, each new caricature, each new design takes courage to put down on paper.

I see them before they exist..no not like the Sixth Sense, I don't see "not drawn people" but close to it..these designs, characters are formed in my mind and my hand struggles to bring them to life , with each nuance and contour..which can cause extreme frustration when my hand refuses to cooperate..like a bad child on a playdate..sometimes my brain and hand work as one..and when that happens it's sweeter than anything i can describe, it's sublime..but when they don't compliment each other . no amount of trying or working can make it happen..it's like sexual chemistry..either you feel it or you don't.

There have been a lot of instances when i've been about to start a mural in someones' home that this feeling of excitement and terror hits me..no matter how good i feel about the project, no matter how much research i've done or countless times i've painted the design, each time is the first time. you stand in front of this clean , blank wall and think (not a good idea right before you try to be creative) "What if i mess this up? What if this time i can't do it? Of course i can do it, they hired me to do it..i can draw anything ,..i"ve done 400 murals..what's wrong with me? why did i think i could draw a horse on a trampoline..or a chicken in a ballet costume or a bunch of cats fishing?" and just as i'm about to start , the client comes in and says "Do you mind if i sit and watch while you work?" "No, i say (as i'm screaming inside) i love when people keep me company"..and i start to paint.

I try to remember those days when i'm ready to begin something new..that you summon the courage and the talent and the sense of yourself and you go out there in front of 22,000 screaming fans and sing your heart out, and you do it to prove that you're brave enough to do it again and again. Even when you fail, you win, cause you get to do what you love.

Tryng To Swim Upstream

2011-05-06T18:45:00.000-07:00

So here we are..all trying to carve out a little piece of web real estate. Each of us unique in our own creative way , we compete in this internet wasteland, hoping to reach the person that just at this very moment is desperately searching for us.

It's like being on some bizarre dating service..you trot yourself out, with photos and witty comments, giveaways and contests..will you win their hearts? Will they "call" again?

And you always think that if you could just get some exposure or that one "lucky break", everything will change.. just one stroke of luck and you'll sell a million pictures, quilts, magnets, crochet dog hats, paintings of asparagus..well, what ever it is that you create, right? Well i don't wanna be the person that bursts your bubble or destroys your dream..but here's what happened to me in the last four months, and you might have noticed that i'm not a household name..or NOT noticed..that's the point!!

There's this great guy that i know and he knows EVERYBODY, i mean EVERYBODY!! When i started producing my rock and roll caricatures he said.."Hey. give me a few of those, i know some guys that might like them.." and he went out to dinner with some of his buddies and the next time i saw him, he gave me an order for my Ringo caricature.."Yeah, Ringo's manager loved it, so he bought one and he's taking it to L.A this weekend to give it to him"..and he said it so nonchalantly, like someone saying "hey, i like fries..can you pass me some?" My reaction? Beside the supreme adrenalin rush, was....RINGO? ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME????? i thought.."this will change my life..Ringo will call and he'll want one for Paul, and of course he'll want to meet me and have dinner and talk about my fabulous hair....BUT, i digress. That was four weeks ago..and even tho i do check my messages, Ringo has not called..neither has Paul. I'm thrilled that he has a piece of my art, but so far we haven't shared hair product secrets.

A site that i work with recently invited me to participate with a goodie bag item for the MTV MOvie Awards, to be given out to the pregnant and new mommy celebrities at this June's ceremonies..EXCELLENT!! i was thrilled, and started on the enormous task of handpainting 50 wipes cases with original designs in a week..and while i painted i fantasized..who would get one? Kate Hudson? Jessica Alba? Mariah Carey? And then they would discover my shop, and decorate their baby's room with a stymiepie cart full of products. It was only after i sent them out that i realized that most celebritys don't change their babys' diapers..the nannies do..so now i'm hoping that the nannies visit my shop..i'm equal opportunity..WELCOME NANNIES to the famous and semi- famous!!

And then there was the INC. magazine photo shoot..an announcement was posted on Etsy that the magazine was having a photo shoot that would include 100 of the artisans that were able to show up in NYC at a loft, and accompany an article on their shops and Etsy. The opportunity of a lifetime!! I got there, filled out a questionnaire about myself and my stores..filled with insight and humor..had my picture taken by a mad photographer who LOVED my hair (hahaha) and in the weeks that followed, as i frantically searched every Barnes and Noble in a 25 mile radius for the magazine, i thought.."This is it!! People will read about me and connect and the sales will pour in!! How will i keep up? How many banks do they expect me to paint in a week? I'll need help..!!" And then the magazine came out.....and actually could hear the crickets, it was so quiet in my shops. The article was about the founder of Etsy, and there was a two page spread with our faces in 1" x 1" squares with our names underneath. No shop names, no witty or insightful comments, no info. Just an article on the guy who started it all , who doesn't seem to be having a problem with money.

So here's the point of all this... I'm beginning to realize that there will always be great opportunities filled with potentail but the magic is inside each of us..we will create the lucky breaks by never giving up on our dreams. I will keep a candle burning in the shop window for Ringo and all the pregnant famous ladies but i'll remember to believe in myself.
Now, i have to go out and buy some Lottery tickets, cause i have a really good feeling ..feeling lucky..OH!! did i tell you that Bethenny Frankel has one of my wipes cases and a print?......what if she stops by? i should make coffee....

Stumbling toward Nirvana

2011-05-01T08:38:00.000-07:00

I've been at this now for two years..online that is. And the one true thing that i have learned is that i will always be confounded by the nature of the business that we are in..running a business on the internet.

i tumble, and tweet, i flickr and kaboodle, i 'm mashable and facebookable..i blog and i comment and it seems like the only thing i don't have time for is creating.

i love what i do, and i consider myself so lucky to make a living this way..i just never realized that 90% of my time would be spent promoting, listing, retweeting, and liking ..and just when you finish, it's time to do it again! Because this baby needs to be fed CONSTANTLY.

A typical day? well. we online business owners don't work 9 - 5..we work til we can't sit in the chair anymore..or our hands get numb from typing,drawing,painting,crafting..i for one, have invested heavily in Mineral Ice..i smell like menthol all the time, but i can move my neck.

Get up at 7..check your shop(s), relist , restock, convo your customers..promote on the threads, on your team sites..check links, get lost jumping from link to link, blog to blog..reading articles that tell you "how to" as you get lost in the countless steps and maze of adding counters and rss feeds and changing tags so that you get the most out of your SEO. Honestly, once i was in the midst of reading the third link on how to do something and i had absolutely no idea of where online i was, or what the language was that i was reading or what i had originally wanted to do, because it all seemed so complicated..i would like to think that i am a smart person, but a lot of this process brings me to my knees. I have developed a new repetoire of curse words.

Check your email
Go to Facebook..read comments, staus updates, wonder why EVERYBODy has more fans than you..really.it's like a party that everyone's been invited to but you, and then you get the invitation, but you don't know how to get there and when you finally get there..everyone has gone to another party.

Start a new blog post..i stopped writing for awhile coz there was no time, but i missed it so now i try to write once a week and feel guilty coz there's still no time.

Hit twitter, reply to messages , check out followers, follow some more people and wonder if any of them ever visit my shops

Start to get hungry and realize it's 11:00 am..and time to renew some items in my shops..should i check the mail?

Now mind you, i have orders waiting to be painted , but the seductive quality of this constantly changing and morphing online entity calls me.."hey, what if a customer has a question? what if you got an order?what if you got "liked, tweeted,kaboodled,linkedin (insert your addiction here)?"

There are days that i feel like I've achieved my goal..i'm a business owner, in control, growing and learning, as my business moves forward.
And there are days like these, when i feel like there's a test today that i didn't study for and boy ,are my parents gonna be pissed.

Room To Grow

2011-04-22T17:46:00.000-07:00

Creating a unique room for your child should be a fun experience, whether it's for a new baby's nursery or transitioning an older child to a "big kid" room. But a lot of parents freak out, unsure of what to do. And it is hard..what if this teeny little bundle is a jock or a ballerina or a rock and roller or a constuction worker? Well ,take heart. There's a relatively easy way to decorate without spending a fortune, and a lot of directions to go in.
When i do a mural , i usually try to talk new parents out of a "baby theme" like Winnie the Pooh or a character theme (anything Disney, Sesamee Street, cartoon character) cause it costs a lot (very labor intensive) and the little one will outgrow it very quickly. There's nothing like your 8 year old telling you that her room is for babies..i've seen grown women cry as they paint over Snow White and Cinderella.
Instead , trust your instincts, the same way you created an environment in your home. If you like soft colors, use them in your child's room, or vice versa with bold , bright colors.
And a themed room can be great fun..if you and your significant other are into sports, it's likely that johnny will like them too. into dance? music? nascar? decorate with a few cute items (piggy bank, frame, wastebasket, hamper) that won't break the bank, ( no pun intended) and when little susie hits puberty and paints her room black, it won't be that hard to move on.
Believe me, decorating a kid's room is much easier to deal with than puberty. Been there..barely lived thru it..now i color my hair for a reason.

A House Divided

2011-04-18T15:16:00.000-07:00

Lately, a lot of people have been requesting banks for their kids or nieces or godchildren that distinctly show their personalities. No, not the kid's personalities ..the people doing the buying!
It's so much fun to get to know the people that visit your shop. It's almost like meeting them in person as they start to explain why even tho the gift is for their best friend's new baby, and the best friend LOVES the Jets, would i please make a NY Giants bank . "Why?", i ask.."Because that baby can't grow up loving that pathetic team."
Recently, i had a request to create a bank with the Red Sox on one side and the Yankees on the other ..Mom was from Boston, Dad was from New York and they couldn't agree on a team for the new baby. I laughed iike crazy when the mom wrote to thank me and said that every time she went in the baby's room, she turned the bank around to the Boston side..and always found it on the New York side the next time she went in!
I guess the best part is i get to be part of the generational handing down of sports teams from parent to child..part of the family legacy that people take very seriously..but i can't help but wonder ..what if little reggie or serena decide on a team of their own? Well, you have the piggy bank, start saving for therapy.

My New Arrival

2010-09-19T16:08:00.001-07:00

Well i said that i'd never have another baby, but i couldn't help myself!
After giving birth (really , it was like going thru labor!) to my shop, StymiepieStudios last year, it took so much work i couldn't imagine having another one.
I filled the shop full of handpainted items, but it was always hungry..always wanted more. I taught it to walk and talk in the forums and told the whole world via social media about my wonderful "child" and how fast she was growing up.But that heart tug started last year.."wouldn't it be nice to have another child, a little different from this one?maybe a "print shop" this time?" and the next thing i knew i was pregnant with ideas!! so full that i could barely get them from my head to the paper fast enough!! and last week, "RockandRollHart" was born!! Beautiful art prints and healthy rock caricatures and full of life!!
I felt a little guilty at first..Stymie was an only child and was used to getting all of my attention..but Rock is still little and sleeps most of the time..there's only been one sale, so i can still give Stymie extra time when i manage to sneak away from whatever caricature or print i'm wrapped up in.
Like most full time moms, i'm tired but happy!! And there's more than enough room on my heart for both of my "children". So come over and visit!! I love to show them off!! Have you seen my latest pictures?

chachachachaCHANGES...

2010-07-11T09:25:00.000-07:00

here i am..in limbo.

for the last two months, as my oldest son's wedding approached, everything was put on hold til"after the wedding". it was great to push all the annoying daily life things aside..bills(LOL!), appointments, murals, extra work. my brain felt so full, i almost wished i could empty it like the cache file on the computer. by the way, have you ever noticed you remember the lyrics to almost every song you've ever heard? it's all just stuck there. ready to be retrieved as soon as you hear those first few notes..but what about the songs you don't like that much? you can't just empty your brain of medium liked lyrics or trivia about sea turtles or lindsay lohan..anyway, back to the point.

i was already dealing with a pinched nerve in my back and hoping i'd be well enough to dance at the wedding, when we suddenly had to make a place in our home for my 92 year old father. he was living in florida , alone ,and just couldn't do it anymore. so we turned my studio into his bedroom and began the process of learning how to live with a very proud, stubborn man who had lived on his terms and now had lost all control over his life and choices. now we were four weeks away from the wedding and trying to make plans to include my dad , which made us very happy, but made him very unhappy. two hour drive to the jersey shore? nope, he didn't wanna do it! rehearsel dinner after the church? nope, he wasn't gonna do it! wedding and reception in 93 degrees? nope he was never gonna do it! it took us a while but we realized that we had a 4 year old toddler on our hands and started to think of interesting ways to get him to agree..we used a little guilt "josh and paula would be crushed if you weren't there", reward "you get your own room at the hotel and if you meet a hot woman , you can bring her to your room". and reverse physchology" we won't make you do anything that you don't want to"..i never had to resort to the last choice which was.."listen old man. my kid is getting married and you're going , so man up and get your boney butt in the car"

we started the process of helping him adjust to our home,get our clothes and shoes and making centerpieces and placecards ( oh yeah,,didn't i tell you?) and then, i lost my job.

it's funny how much you learn about yourself when everything seems to fall apart and you feel like you have no way to stop the free fall that you find yourself in. i learned that i could manage, i could survive, and that the man that i live with, paul, is the one true constant in my life. he is calm when i'm screaming and weeping. he is wise when i think there are no solutions to the latest crisis, he makes me laugh when i'm scared to death..and helps me thru the firestorm.

so i sit here watching my oldest son put a ring on the hand of this incredible girl he's chosen to spend his life with, and i dance with him to "your mother should know" at the reception, getting a stiff neck as i try to look up at him, this beautiful man that i carried in my arms 28 years ago, and i watch my younger son, his best man, speak of him with humor and eloquence and so much love, and i think of my late husband , so sad that he can't share this unspeakable joy , and paul sits at my side, and i'm so happy that i can share this moment with someone that i adore who loves me..and for the first time that i can remember in my life, i am totally in the moment, and it's exquisite, better than a dream, better than anything you can imagine. my son got married, and i didn't cry. i was too happy.

strange days indeed

2010-06-18T08:29:00.000-07:00

i have had a job since i was 16 years old.

i started out babysitting, summer counsler-ing, face painting , and then entered the working world when i was 19. i was lucky to always have a job in the art field, except for the short time at the video store when my kids were little and my husband was back at school to become a teacher (i screwed up the register so bad that i was banned from taking money..but famous people came in all the time..my fave customer was andy warhol...really!), and the job at the american red cross, calling 125 people a day, begging them to give blood..sort of like a televampire.

eleven years ago, right after my husband pete passed away unexpectedly, i got a job at a retail baby store, handpainting gift items and furniture..i loved that job at first. it saved me at a time when i would have curled up into a fetal position to avoid the pain and loss. my kids were both leaving for college and i was alone for the first time in almost 18 years. it was important to belong somewhere and be good at something and i poured my heart into building up the business ..people would call up and ask for the "pig lady"..(because i painted piggy banks..come on , behave).and for many years, things were peaceful in my little kingdom.all of us there felt like we were part of a family, we shared each other's happiness and saddness. i made money for the company, the company was happy.

and then things changed...the company was purchased by a bigger company and satan's daughter became the manager. suddenly "corporate" became the important word.. satan's daughter and her evil henchman, "wonky" made it clear that saying "good morning" or asking how someone's weekend had been, was stealing time from the company..no more chit chat, no more celebrating birthday's no more caring about each other.

i don't know if you've ever worked in a retail store..it is the equivilant of hell ..cranky, irritable people that have no other outlet see the poor fools in their blue/black/red shirts/khaki/black pants (pick one combo) and take their anger and frustration out on them.."are you an idiot?" "are you deaf" "get me the manager". and my personal favorite "i'm calling corporate"..ring out at the cash registers across the world, as people try to hold on to jobs that they don't really want.

and so, a few weeks ago, satan's daughter and her boss "toupee". called me in and told me that they were closing the art service and letting me go....and my reaction amazed me...i was thrilled and excited and scared to death, but so ready to go.

wednesday was my last day of work at a nine to five job...and even tho i had promised my friends that when i left, i would burn that blue shirt in the parking lot..it was more fun to take it off and throw it in the garbage, along with the khaki pants and unhappiness they symbolized.

and now i work for myself and i like my boss a lot! she's really nice and i can have coffee whenever i want at my desk, and sing along to the radio, and even though the hours are longer and the financial situation is shaky, i wouldn't change this for the world. i can wear any color shirt i want.

Time is on my side..yes it is

2010-05-23T06:24:00.000-07:00

every year at this time, i get all philisophical and introspective..most people make resolutions on new years eve..not me..i do it on my birthday.
most of the time, no matter how reasonable i try to be in my expectations, i fall short of the goals. but this past year was wonderful. my goal was to create original art for my online shop..i did the first piece on my birthday last year, and then i couldn't stop drawing. i think i've been more creative at this moment in my life than at any other time..amazing.

it's funny how you don't realize the passage of time..a day, an hour, 30 years, and it always seems like yesterday. my oldest son , josh who is 28, is getting married this summer...but i feel like it was just last year that i went to woodstock with my friends . i have a theory that you kind of get stuck in a particular age in your head and for your whole life, that's how you see yourself, mentally. i don't mean that you act that age..you just feel that age, and for me, that's a good thing. i got "stuck " at 25..when i look in the mirror..i see a leslie that's funky and slightly wild and who enjoys her life with the enthusiasm of a 25 year old about to conquer the world. in spite of the challenges and sadness that i've faced, i still get up every day excited about the possibilities ahead of me. when i was 25, i was insecure and unsure of myself..my hair was" too curly", i was" too short," i wasn't a "good enough artist", ..i could go on for ever..BUT as i started to experience life and started to see myself thru other's people 's eyes, i began to accept myself and here i am. today as i sit here, i feel strong and positive, and beautiful and tall enough.

every day, every birthday brings a new chance to get where we need to be, to achieve our goals , to feel good.. and so, i wish a happy birthday to everyone.

Going to great lengths

2010-05-01T13:09:00.000-07:00

I love doing murals. You're faced with this enormous blank wall, kinda like a giant piece of paper and you get to draw on it! And you don't get yelled at (like i did when i was little!LOL!) AND you get paid for it!! But the best part is the reaction when i finish..if i'm lucky (and thankfully , that's usually the case) I manage to "see " what my client "sees" in their mind, and i transform the room into the place that they dreamt of.

Sometimes, a client doesn't have the space or budget for a mural..or they don't intend to stay in their apartment or home very long, so they aren't willing to make that investment, but they want to make their child's nursery or new room special. That's when i suggest a custom canvas. Canvases can be any size..from 3 ,small,themed 8 x 10's..like a lion, giraffe and elephant to match the bedding..or a rectangular 4 foot by 8 foot with a name and custom design like princess or sports fanatic (Yankees? Red Sox?..Yankees AND Red SOX? haha, you say? don't laugh!! i did that recently for a couple that had me do one of each for both sides of the room, with logos, bat, ball, jersey ,glove and hats..then i suggested that they start saving for their son's therapist..LOL!!)
Last summer i was commissioned by a lovely couple to do an enormus canvas with an animal jungle theme, and the child's name.."Ryan" with snakes and parrots intertwined on it..and it was fantastic!! They lived in NYC and coz i'm just sooo nice, i offered to bring it to their home on the east side when it was complete. I drove over the bridge, seat dancing to my tunes and as i got on the FDR, i noticed that my thermostat was in the red zone..and i started to panic!! i remembered that if you turn up the heat in your car, the car might not overheat and stop, so, in 85 degrees, i turned my heat on and all the way up, and opened both of my windows, all the way down..and the drivers side window fell out of the track and out of the car!! I'm in traffic that's moving kinda fast and i can't stop and i'm screaming and driving and i look out of my rear view and i see cars swerving around this window (if you've ever been on any highway in NYC, you know, you can't stop..they'll just run you down!) so i keep going and i have the heat on, and i have REALLY curly hair and i have ALOT of REALLY curly hair and between the open window and the heat on in the car, when i got to this couple's aprtment, i looked like an insane person (well, more than i usually do..). The doorman kind of insisted that he'd get one of them to come down, rather than have me go up. And they did, and took the painting and oohed and aahhed over it and moved away from me very quickly and went inside.
Going home back over the bridge was kind of interesting ..like riding thru a wind tunnel..i swear that i felt the G force..maybe that's why people say i don't look my age..hmmm...
If you decide on a canvas, just let me know..i'd love to paint one for you. But i probably won't deliver it.

the gifts in our lives

2010-04-24T14:05:00.000-07:00

Most of my posts lately are about creating and being an artist .
But today i've been lucky enough to have an experience that reminded me that there are things and people in your life that have such a profound effect on you , that you have to acknowledge them.
We take so much of the bad news and sorrow in life as commonplace, that the good things seem to fade into the background. When someone acts simply out of the kindness and good in their nature, it should be celebrated and told to everyone that will listen!
I had an experience like that today. Someone who has not known me very long and has never met me personally , treated me with such generosity and love today that it was extraordinary .She didn't do it for the thanks or the "karma".She said that she'd been so blessed that she wanted to be able to share her good fortune.And it moved me to tears..and it made me realize that we don't know how lucky we are or how the people we know care about us, want us to be happy, want to help and make a difference in our lives.
I won't spoil her gesture by using her name here..that's not how she meant it. But i will promise that when i am similarly blessed and have an opportunity to impact someone's life simply by acting on a good impulse, i will do it without hesitation, in her good name. And my hope is , that everyone that reads this will do something for someone else, simply for the joy of it. Here's to my angel.. you know who you are and i thank you with all of my heart.

Decorating your kid's room..it's child's play!

2010-04-18T16:05:00.000-07:00

So you read the title and you're thinking "yeah , sure..if it's so easy..YOU do it!"

well, actually, i do....I've been painting murals in kids' rooms for a long, long time..since dinosaurs roamed the earth! And i handpaint all kinds of accessories for kids' rooms as well as creating art prints for children..so trust me..i've got you covered!
The main thing to remember is that your child's room is a fluid, everchanging reflection of who she /he is becoming. They have very distinct likes and favorites just like we do..although i can't imagine anyone of us wanting "barney" on the wall.

When most parents start out decorating the nursery, they usually coordinate EVERYTHING around the bedding set, not realizing that in about 18-36 months, they've got to upgrade to a big kid bed and real sheets..and that's when it gets weird! Your little one has become fixated on Elmo, or Dora or Disney Princesses or (insert character here)! And just as quickly as they love that special "someone", it changes again! I usually advise parents that want a "Winnie the Pooh"mural or "Diego " or "Shrek 3" to consider how quickly their child will outgrow it..it's usually better to choose a theme that little tootsie can grow with..like sports , or flowers or pick a color scheme that you love and change the theme every few years by changing the items in the room (quick plug for my shop..piggy banks, frames, growth charts, bookends...ok, ok.

Yes, i've done elaborate, expensive Disney murals and themes from "Dr.Suess" to "Star Wars" ..but cars and trucks, transportation, ballet, planets,even the beach tend to have more longevity and will give you creative pleasure each time you make a change to accomodate your maturing child.
In all probability, if you take your time figuring out how you want to decorate the room, you'll get some mileage out of your theme befiore your toddler turns into a pre puberty goth - loving baby teen that paints the wall black and won't let you in the room ( it's probably for the best).
No matter which direction you choose, have some fun and imagine who your child will be..and remember who you were when you were little..what did you want to be when you grew up?

Why i draw and draw and draw......

2010-04-10T14:57:00.000-07:00

I cannot have a piece of paper near me if i have a pen or pencil in my hand.
The need to cover that blank surface overwhelms me , like the need for chocolate or coffee or (insert your drug of choice here).
Amazingly, there's always something in my head that needs to come from my hand onto that beautiful, clean, waiting empty space.
This illustration is an example. I hadn't even thought about summer, hot dogs, laughing dogs, or chubby little kids eating too many apples, but there was the paper and zoom!! ...it began.
I'm embarassed to tell you that "the Andy Griffith" show theme was on tv and the next thing i knew, there was an apple pie on the window sill (yeah, Aunt Bea's voice and kids' laughing = 4th of July) and a kid with his shirt up over his belly and a laughing dog and the other kids just miraculously appeared to join him,so that he wouldn't be alone.
I created this print just a short time ago, but so many people pre-ordered it that i decided to list it on Etsy and Artfire so that more people could enjoy it. I guess that it evokes a time that triggers good memories in people..a safer, gentler time when you could be goofy with your friends and smell an apple pie cooling on a window sill.
I'm just grateful that my art reaches an emotional place in people, cause it comes from an emotional place in me.

slumping into the sunset

2010-03-21T14:50:00.000-07:00

when you're in a slump, it ain't fun.

you're in a constant state of pissiness which leads to negativity, which leads to reading comix under the covers with a flashlight , watching movies that you've seen 8 or 9 times and eating way too many sweet and salty foods. somehow, it's comforting watching "silence of the lambs"over and over (yeah, this slump is getting to me clarisse.. i think i need some fava beans and a nice chianti..)

on friday, i made up my mind that i would create a new piece of art this weekend. i have a folder filled with half sketched ideas, new characters, fully realized illustrations, all patiently waiting for their turn to come to life...and here it is sunday and the folder is just where it was last week..waiting. sometimes the only way to be creative is to take a break from creating.

i'll allow myself another night of chips, both potato and chocolate..and another round of "romancing the stone" or "goodfellas"..and tomorrow..well scarlett, "fiddledeedee!i'll break this slump, or die trying"...cue music from "gone with the wind" as i stand on a hill with my 16 inch waist, skirt blowing in the wind....

feeling like spring

2010-03-13T13:01:00.000-08:00

i love the way this day feels. every year, there's one day when you know that winter is over. yeah, it might snow again, and it's raining like mad outside, BUT!! winter is over.

i always wonder why i live in the northeast, coz i hate the cold so much , but it's where my family started out...i grew up in brooklyn and spent a long time in new york city..it was great being a teenager and then being in my 20's in the late 60's (i know, you might think i'm old now, but in my head and my heart i'll always be 25). my friends and i used to take the bmt subway line to the village and hang out near the cafe wha and bleeker street. bob dylan bummed cigarettes off me and we used to sit outside with the lovin spoonful, listening to new songs, new sounds. the early concert at the fillmore turned into the late concert on the nights when the grateful dead played and i saw led zeppelin and janis joplin in their first concerts in new york..and those nights, hangin out, walking around like we owned the world, it felt like this...you know those nights when the air is real still, and you can smell the leaves starting to bloom on the trees and the stars are in a sky so clear , you can count them.
it feels like that today..the promise of a beautiful day, a new season, new surprises...maybe tonight, i'll put on some music and bring the past to the present and dance with my man under the stars. peace

Guilt

2010-02-26T06:50:00.000-08:00

well...i'm stunned that i've been away from these pages since november.. i'm overwhelmed by guilt..feeling like a really bad mom..how could i abandon my blog, barely a year old? just leave it to sit, alone , unattended, unloved, like a baby bird waiting for it's mother to come back?

there are no excuses..i've been working hard , building my business on and off etsy, and the holidays brought a great deal of work, for which i'm very grateful..but this blog is special to me..a creative outlet for ideas and hopes and dreams. my blog doesn't judge me.. it waits , patiently,always welcoming,...it just lets me be who i am..impulsive, imaginative, slightly crazy and always, always trying to be a better person.

and so, blog, i am sorry for leaving you for so long . i will try to treat you with the respect and love you deserve in this relationship. i promise to fill you with interesting thoughts and witty observations, and feed and water you. because i need you and i've missed you. please take me back, love leslie

selling yourself

2009-11-11T15:19:00.000-08:00

so i have this shop..and over the past 8 months it has become my consumming passion. it rules my life. it is my child, my lover, my master. i am its slave.

i promote and link and copy and paste and share and comment and post and convo. i tweet and blog and flickr and paypal. i long for time to create.

i get up in the morning, brush my teeth, and hurry thru my morning ritual: shower,makeup, dry hair,drink coffee, desperately wanting to check the site, but knowing that first i must get ready for the "day job"..i play this game, torturing myself, that if i wait just a little while longer, there will be a sale to reward me. i am a fool.

when i have no sales, i bitch and moan . i despair that no one will ever want my work. can they find me? am i invisible ?
when i have sales, i bitch and moan that all i do is work. how will i ever get it all done? why did i think i could do this?

i can't deny the thrill of getting up on a monday morning after painting orders all weekend and looking at the shelves in my studio,,filled with piggy banks, and bookends..looking like a "real" store..everything finished, ready to go..and then the horror begins..i go to the dark side and enter the world of packing breakable things and trusting them to the trained apes that walk upright at the us postal service. my partner in life, paul, has taken on the role of "shipping manager" and he takes this job very seriously..measuring the pieces that i paint, scouring stores and supermarkets for the perfect boxes..because as those of you that sell online know, everything you need to complete a job takes away from the profit of your bottom line. he tries to help me organize, make lists, understand how to price, prioritize..i function in organized chaos, slips of paper everywhere,notes to myself, i know where it all is, i can find nothing. because of paul and his efforts, for the first time in my life , i have a true workspace. my own room to work in. in these past 8 months, i have created more original artwork than i have ever done in my entire life, and people buy it! it amazes me.

and so here i am, one sale away from 100, remembering the very first sale..a wipes case, and the excitement that i felt and the thrill of completing that job and sending it out and waiting for the customer to write immediately and tell me HOW MUCH SHE LOVED IT!!!! and waiting and waiting and finally getting that feedback..and even now, so many sales later needing that approval..needing that next sale to feed my habit

you get up in the morning or sneak a peek late at night and there's that "feedback" sign and it's like new years and your birthday and a big shot of tequila and falling in love..you're selling a little piece of yourself and someone wants it, and all is good and right with the world.

til the next day , when you don't make a sale....sigh.

you can't pick your relatives

2009-09-12T20:21:00.000-07:00

like most artists, i make my living creating.

it is a frustrating , exhausting, exhilerating, horrible,wonderful and incredibly fulfilling process.

i've never been as aware of my work, as i am now. it seems that it's taken on a life of it's own. my brain signals my hand and we're off!! it's not like i sit down and think "what do i want to draw today?" the concept appears in my mind, almost fully realized and as i draw, it transforms into this almost "real" thing , complete with a personality and a history all it's own.

go to my shop, look at the prints, and there they are..born from my imagination, taking on a life of their own...

"oliver" the mouse seems carefree, almost giddy, balanced on that ball..if you asked, i could tell you that he is the youngest in his family, and gets away with murder..he smiles, and cons you into doing exactly what he wants. "fairy dreaming" is the pretty one in her group of friends/fairys, and all the others secretly dislike her, but they all pretend to be her friend, coz they don't want to piss her off, or she'll throw them out of the group. "fairy and butterflies" is a true free spirit..doesn't care what anyone thinks, does what she wants and all the boy fairies want to hang out with her, and watch fairy football (fairy dreaming hates that!)" hey hey , we're the monkeys" drive everyone nuts! they are obnoxious and loud and for fun, go into all the other prints and take things. and the "dancing ducks", are far more sophisticated than they seem..two of them are bi-lingual and one just got a masters degree in duck aerodynamics, which they tell me is quite a feat for something so cute,short and fluffy..as for the fourth, well, he's got a serious disco habit and stays up all night eating worms and dancing,..the others are tired of carrying him. "the little witch" and the "lucky fairy" are actually first cousins but it's been a family secret for a long time..something about someone getting lost in the forest and meeting a handsome , magical stranger and , well, you know how these things are. no one really talks about it, but during the holidays, someone has too much to drink and....
i could go on, but whats the point? they are my "children" and i accept them, no matter how strange, or messed up they are..after all, if i don't love them, who will?

our great group labor day sale!!

2009-09-04T20:30:00.000-07:00

so every holiday wouldn't be complete without some hot dogs, corn on the cob, potato salad, watermelon, and a fun filled end of summer sale!! ( now you know that i'm not talking about a winter holiday, coz i wouldn't have mentioned hot dogs, or watermelon, so i don't want any comments about holiday meals, or how your mother would never have served hot dogs for thanksgiving..i mean it..no comments..behave yourselves)

but! a sale!! for labor day!! what a creative idea!! (i'm amazed that no one ever thought of it before!)

let's not waste another minute...check out this great blog and these great shops!!

and have a wonderful holiday!!

in the time we have

2009-08-29T08:45:00.000-07:00

it's so easy to forget that every day we are given is a gift. i didn't always know this. it took the sudden death of my husband ten years ago to realize that nothing is guaranteed. i was determined to learn something or feel that his loss wouldn't be in vain...and what i learned was positive and important. the fragility of life , the ordinary, extraordinary, awesome, insanity of this getting thru the week existance, where we wish away our days just getting to the weekend? STOP wishing the days away.

every day is important, whether you think it is or not..it might be a great day filled with accomplishments or a little day filled with annoyances and pissed off moods and people cutting you off in traffic, and lines at the bank..BUT! it's your day and one that you shouldn't take for granted.

we have this life to live..some people think we get to go around more than once, some think it's for eternity, some think it's our only shot..no matter what you believe..it's yours!! use it with joy! treat it like a precious child! get it dirty!! use all of it every day!!

my sons are unique for having lived thru the loss of their father and best friend and champion, and coming thru with courage and determination..each of them learned to appreciate life because their father died.. and they do it with character, having grown into men that their father would have been proud of..i consider them friends as well as my sons..they nurture me and encourage me and inspire me to be a better person....they create , they write , they love , and look toward the future instead of being crippled by the past..my youngest, ben, made a list after his dad died..he called it a "life list" and he put on it the things he wanted to accomplish.he has become an incredible artist and brilliant humourist.and in these ten years he has accomplished many of those things..he doesn't see obstacles..only possibilities..it amazes me! and josh, my oldest, a teacher and mentor to the kids he reaches, has found a way to speak from his heart in the words he writes..as beautiful and strong as a tropical storm..you get swept up in the emotion of his writing..and carried out to sea.

these two men, make me live in the moment..they remind me that every day is, has, the possibility to be the best day of your life.

it isn't all about the money, the glory, the fame or the promise of these things..*(although they definitely make it easier, i know..) it's about the beauty of something you've seen every day and taken for granted, but looking at it a new way.. one morning, not long after pete died..i was lost in sadness, looking out the kitchen window, thinking that i would never laugh again or want to sing..it had snowed the night before, and a cardinal flew down and landed on a branch covered with snow. the sheer beauty of it made me laugh out loud..and i felt as if someone had woken me from my sleep! i felt so alive, so glad to be alive that i cried and laughed at the same time..and it was just a bird on a branch, something i had seen a million times before..and it was a gift that i have thought about so many times since.

...so, please,enjoy your life, and be grateful for what you have..you're probably far richer than you think you are, in so many ways.

creative habitat

2009-07-31T20:33:00.000-07:00

when i was little i wanted to be a ballet dancer, but i was too short. and i wanted to be like those skinny , tall girls in the fashion mags with the long , straight hair, and the intense russian wolfhound faces, but i had crazy, wild curly hair (which wasn't cool then) and i looked more like a friendly beagle puppy, and ..i was too short. and then i got accepted into art school and i wore long ,black eyelashes and a big black beret, and carried a black portfolio and the business men reading their newspapers on the way to work on the train, tried desperately not to look at me..cause my maxi coat was so long and i was so short.
as i write this, i'm sitting in my studio ,and thinking about how lucky i've been to make my living as an artist. it's never been much of a living, but i've always worked in my field and i know that's a priviledge. i've had some strange jobs, and some great ones, but every time i pick up a pencil, i have a rush of joy! to "see" something in my head, in its finished form and chase it from my brain to my hand, thrills me beyond words..and when that design is captured just the way i want it on the page, it amazes me ..always. today, someone bought one of my prints and it was the most extraordinary feeling..the idea that something i created moved them to a point of wanting it to be a part of their life blows my mind..it makes me feel like i'm real..because as each of you that create understand..no matter how good it is, no matter how much we love that finished piece, we never believe that it's good enough, or that the next sale is coming..so tonite i will allow myself to feel like a professional and tell myself that i am good at what i do, and i will believe in my creativity..until the next time that i feel short.

you want fries with that?

2009-07-02T20:28:00.000-07:00

so, we're in bed the other night watching the food network. now this is very dangerous...not the laying in bed part, coz it's either exciting or restful, depending on the day of the week, our general mood and the variables(like the weather, aches and pains , if i feel skinny that night,and what's on tv)..no, the danger comes from the show all being about food..even if the show is "iron chef" and the secret ingredient is boiled octopus, i guarantee you will crave boiled octopus . the photography, and camera work making every dish glisten like a pearl in the sun..the announcer rattling off the ingredients, as i make a mental note to buy fennel and use more sage and try to smash garlic cloves with the side of my enormous knife ( i did this only once and not only lost the clove of garlic, which has never been found but almost had to take myself to the hospital..enuff said) ..we laid there in a food induced coma watching "unwrapped", which was all about fried foods (OMG!!) french fries, onion rings, the batter they fry them in., and how they make flavored chips....and paul turns to me and says (at 9:30 pm) "you know, we have some potatoes downstairs..it wouldn't be that hard to whip up some fries.." and i'm thinking "yeah! let's go!" and we start to get up, but then the next show is "the best thing i ever ate with bacon"(BACON!!!!) where the foodie chefs tell about a gastronomical experience that was extraordinary..and all at once we're watching the best bacon cheesburgers and bacon .lettuce and tomato and bacon donuts (i'm serious) and i'm up and getting my sneakers on coz now (10:30 pm) i have a bacon, cheeseburger, french fries, onion ring jones that's off the charts..and i don't care how many tums or pepcid it will take to get me to sleep or if i'll sleep at all..i just know i need grease and salt fast!! and as i'm driving back with that weird but intoxicating smell of burgers and fries and paper bag stinking up the car, i'm wondering if maybe we should only watch the food network in the family room, sitting up , on the couch, early in the evening...coz it seems that the real excitement in the bedroom lately has been figuring out where to go on these late night food runs.

One Lovely Blog Award

2009-06-20T20:06:00.000-07:00

well, you know this is important! i never use capitals!! today, i was honored by jody of jody's unique soaps and given the "One Lovely Blog Award" for my blog. i'm very proud and pleased that jody was so generous and gracious, and i , in turn would love for you to visit her shop www.soapsrus.etsy.com . it's filled with fabulous, scented soaps ,and wonderful, fresh and natural creams and mineral mud bars. the fragrance descriptions are so delicious they sound good enough to eat! also go and visit her wonderful blog and charming shop!!
www.soapsrus.etsy.com www.handmadeuniqueness.blogspot.com

it is my pleasure to pass this award to the following blogs for giving me enjoyment and pleasure as i read and laugh and follow their exploits thru their words.
1http://naturalstar.blogspot.com
2.http://trudette.blogspot.com
3.http://darlingdazzlesbowtiq.blogspot.com
4.http://mysticwynd.blogspot.com
5. http://lillyshaystyle.blogspot.com
6.http://christiecottage.blogspot.com
7.http://designsbyjenai.blogspot.com
8.http://latherinluxury.blogspot.com
9.http://gotogreatpanes.com/blog
10.http://thespeckledpear.blogspot.com
11.http://etsystudios.blogspot.com
12. http://kunklebabystyle.blogspot.com
13.http://winniel.blogspot.com
14.http://benmehlblogs.blogspot.com
15.http://beesandtrees.blogspot.com

check out these great blogs and show some love by sharing them with the people you know. one of the best joys i've had is opening my etsy shop! yes. each sale is wonderful, but the best gift are the people i've met in this short time. join me on this wonderful adventure as we all get to know each other.

the emerald city

2009-06-19T12:51:00.000-07:00

and so i drove into nyc this morning to reproduce ( i should say "to try and reproduce..explanation to follow) some of my original artwork. the drive in was relatively easy but as i was going all the way downtown to the tip of manhattan, into the "soho" district i had to take the holland tunnel . let me explain that i have sucessfully avoided tunneling under manhattan for all of my driving life. i'm ok on a bridge. i love playng chicken with taxis. BUT the idea of being in a tunnel under the hudson river with tons of water (polluted with toxic waste, sea slime and quite possibly the loch ness monster) fills me with a quivering, jaw numbing dread. paul ( my man) was with me. that made it easier. but the fact that i had almost killed us both seconds earlier, while neglecting to see an oncoming car, did not make me calmer as i entered the tunnel. i started to think about a really bad movie i had seen years ago with sylvester stallone, when he gets trapped in the lincoln/holland tunnel with the really cute sexy girl love interest, the really cute he could be my son little boy and the really fiesty old lady who dies of a heart attack..if i was in the movie who would i be? the really nervous artist with a fear of drowning in a tunnel?(i can't swim) ok, i tell myself, you could be the really sexy (it's my blog!) redhead with nerves of steel but an irrational fear of tunnels. i see daylight ahead..and we're....out!! ok, now i have to drive on the cobblestoned streets of lower manhattan..maybe the tunnel was better...

learning to fly

2009-06-12T20:33:00.000-07:00

i don't think about how i see myself often..i mean i just "am". i like myself most days but if my hair is really big coz it's raining , or my makeup gets to "out there tranny" i'm not happy with myself..ya know , speaking of hair, i think i've spent my entire life trying to accept mine or at least get it to co-exist with me( i think of it as an entity in it's own right..it should even have it's own zip code..it's that huge) it's been raining here for two weeks..my hair is so massive that small animals have taken refuge from the weather..my hair is long and red and curly..sometimes it's shorter and frizzy..i'm like a human tressy doll..it goes up and down depending on the barometric pressure. i usually have two really great hair days a year..one in the fall, one in the spring, and i feel beautiful on those days. when i was a little girl, i just wanted a pony tail like all of my friends and my barbie doll , but my mother , who grew tired of the nightly screaming as she tried to comb my hair, always instructed the lady in her beauty parlor to give me a "poodle cut". i assure you that my lack of self esteem comes from those haircuts, as well as a fear of poodles. when i was a teenager , my hair made me look like like jimi hendrix and for some reason, men only found that mildly attractive. they wanted girls with long, straight hair, so i ironed mine (really! on an ironing board) and i coped with burns on my ears and smelling like i'd just put out a small brush fire. and now,the products that line my cabinet!!! they control frizz and increase shine and make it flatter and smoother and i can almost get my fingers thru it..almost...and surprisingly, after a lifetime of hating it and wishing it was different, surprise!! i love my hair..it's my identity, my armour , my signature..i'm "the lady with the red hair" or "ooo! i love your hair! is it natural?" and when i wonder what caused this transformation of thought..i'd like to say that i matured and finally accepted myself for who i am and it doesn't matter what you look like but we all know that 's a load of crap...it's because my man thinks my hair is amazing and that it's such a part of who i am and how i am that it thrills me..but most of all he thinks it's sexy and that makes me feel sexy and now we're back to the beginning.. .. i don't think about myself most days but when i feel good about myself who the hell cares why..it just feels good to like yourself. i'm learning to fly and i ain't got wings (thanx tom petty)

why you need your ears

2009-06-05T20:25:00.000-07:00

ok, i'll say it . "i take my ears for granted" . that's the cold hard truth. i'm ashamed and maybe i need to go to "EAA", but it needed to be said.for the past three weeks, after a lifetime of problem free ears that i never thought about, except to put earrings on, i've had various forms of an earache; ear pain, whooshing, ringing, crinkle tissue paper noises, and of course that weird "do i have a cold?" clogged ear thingy. the first week my doctor said.."its a virus. it'll be gone in 2 days" the next week, i called and said "doctor ! is there nothing i can take? i said "doctor ! to relieve this earache?" (with apologies to harry niilson) and he said "call an ENT" so i did and he pushed and vacuumed and poked and said "go home and put drops in your ears for a week and then come back and i'll get a hydraulic lift to remove the immobile ,inpenetrable, massive, but resilient piece of wax that has taken up residence in your ear canal." as i sit here with ear drops running down the side of my neck, pooling upon my shoulder..i'm thinking about ludmilla, a deaf woman that i work with.. i've known her for 5 years. in all that time, her deafness would never be the first thing i'd say to describe her. she's a great communicator, reading lips and using profane and very funny sign language to let you know EXACTLY what she's saying. she's got a great sense of humour and irony. she does not think of herself as handicapped and she's never once used her deafness as an excuse or apology. i haven'tbeen able to hear well out of my left ear for three weeks and i've been whining like a baby. i can't hear, i can't sing , i can't sleep, i can't eat peas and carrots (hate them!!) waaaa waaa waaa. i've taken the gift of sound for granted..i who cannot live without music..the car radio blasting whenever i'm driving..the pleasure of the beachboys blaring on a hot summer day, my ipod cranking out justin timberlake's "cry me a river" while i paint a baby nursery (yeah..i like him..so? it's not like i'm listening to miley cyrus ) ..abbey road or the white album on the cd player while i paint banks, dire straits, dave matthews, steely dan, the rolling stones,even tupac!! i need my ears! and so my promise..i will adorn you with jewels and caress you with sweet oils and never use a q-tip, and i will be grateful every day to have you both with each ,beautiful sound that enters my head ( not the voices though..gotta do something about that!) all i have to do is think about ludmilla and say thanks.

wrap your karma around me baby

2009-05-29T20:18:00.000-07:00

we live in a world where we expect the worst. it's almost funny that we're surprised when someone is nice to us. i joined etsy exactly 2 months ago and i'm getting used to the abnormal pleasure of consistently decent, kind people. you ask a question on the forums, you get patient, detailed answers..you get links, you get tutorials, you get laughs..and a lot of them come from your competitors. i'm enjoying myself almost to the point of feeling guilty about it..and i'm learning how to run a business from these men and women who share their tips and tricks and positive encouragment. someone makes their first sale..everyone posts and cheers them on, someone can't make a sale..everyone rallies and tells them not to give up. we really are a community in the best sense of the word, and for my part , i'd like to shine a light on some of the best i've met so far.

goodkarmasoaps.etsy.com- true to the name of her shop..she posted a thread to give away a help booklet to anyone that had done something nice for someone else. and fabulous soap!

betafly.etsy.com--kind, helpful,in any thread, willing to share tips and advice. great shop

lilacpop.etsy.com--encouraging,positive, helpful...always.gorgeous pieces

crochetgal.etsy.com--welcoming,with encouragement and laughs for a newbie (me), great pieces

kiwigemwraps.etsy.com--excellent,fair but gentle critiques.,beautiful jewelry

latherinluxury.etsy.com--a new seller, with a great lavendar soap that drove my man crazy.

so now do something for me..it's just gonna take you a minute to check out these wonderful etsy shops..you'll probably find something new, something you like..maybe even make a purchase..or start a new friendship or, make a sale of your own. but most importantly, you'll be passing the good karma on..being nice for no particular reason than it just feels so damn good..peace out ..share the love.

they say it's your birthday

2009-05-28T10:04:00.000-07:00

every year , on this day, i am older. i look forward to my birthday like a child. i'd expect balloons, and clowns and confetti and times square at midnight excitement..i wanted everyone to know and make a big deal and feel like i was sooo special. and until recently, i was always a little disappointed. over the last two years, as i 've gotten older than i'd like to admit on these pages, i've realized that the gift is your birthday itself.. for every year, if you're lucky, you get smarter and hipper and cooler and yeah, even sexier, because if you are really lucky like me, you finally learn to love yourself. it's been a lifetime of getting to know myself and trust myself and like myself..and boy ,was it hard! i had my list..i'm too short, i need to lose weight, my hair is too curly, i'm not a good enough artist, mother, friend, lover,..i know that you're all out there with lists of your own..throw them away!! start the "i love myself" movement! believe in your ability and worth and embrace your goofy face, and imperfect smile and little boobs, big boobs, straight hair, curly hair, upper lip moustache..and trust all the people that love you to have excellent judgement..every day feels like my birthday now, because i like who i am..and i wish all of you a happy birthday every day of your lives too.(and just for the record, i'm celebrating the **th anniversary of my 25th birthday)

looking forward to better days

2009-05-24T14:20:00.000-07:00

you know how some days just wear you down..? you feel beat up and all "woe is me" and then something simple can turn it all around.. i'm feeling sick, my ear hurts, no one wants to buy my stuff (waaaaa!!), i have no money, the bills are piled on my drawing board..a lone tear trickles down my cheek................AND THEN! i see that someone has joined my blog as a follower, and she's left a really nice comment on a blog i wrote, and she's featured me on HER blog (i've never been featured anywhere!!) and she's a new customer of mine, who liked the bookends i made for her..so here's a BIG shoutout and thank you to DarlingDazzlesBowtique, a fellow etsyian, njteam member, and very talented crafter in her own right..check out her shop..you'll love it..and thanx "D" you made me feel sooooo good!!
go see her @DarlingDazzlesBowtiq.etsy.com...and say that i sent you!

help me find myself

2009-05-15T19:31:00.000-07:00

i'm lost..lost in a sea of web sites and bookmarks and hundreds of web commerce ideas and threads i need to read.. to learn about international shipping and free boxes and hidden ups pick charges, and google base and twitter and tweets( what the H#***!!) do you twit or tweet? what IS the exact term for twitter speak anyway?..where was i ? oh, yeah, and blogs , and blogging, and followers and following, and posting ( posting, not going postal) and tax id numbers and sales tax, and paypal, and hits, and clicks, and misses. when do i paint? eat . create? my pinky has a cramp from holding it up in the air while i type like a five year old child who's just learned how to spell..i still can't post a link..or reply to a twit..tweet, without either sending a direct message by mistake, or leaving something really important off the url. i'd give up and eat ice cream directly out of the container til i was disgusted with myself, but i can't..because i've finally started my online business, after years of saying i didn't know how, or i would never sell anything..and so i;m committed to this little baby i've given birth to..i will nurture her and tend to her needs, and i will take such good care of her that she will grow and be better than anything i'd ever imagined...and then , one day, she'll turn me ....but by then i will have read all the articles and plowed thru the twits and tweets , and i'll just start another store. take that , you ungrateful child.

mother's day

2009-05-10T09:50:00.000-07:00

i woke up thinking about my mom today. that's not surprising..today is mother's day. but the thing i've been going over and over in my head, is how she never realized her worth as a person. she was a funny, sincere and kind woman. she was loving and supportive and extremely talented. and she never thought she was good enough. i remember becoming aware when i was a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, that i could draw "just like my mom". every little girl wants to be like her mother ( and then she grows up and becomes her mother and has to have therapy for 1,00 years ) but that's another blog! she recognized my talent and nutured me and told me how good i was and provided positivity and encouragement every day of my life..but she couldn't do that for herself. and when i grew up and had children of my own, i realized "my mother", the woman who nagged me to clean up, and lose weight , and get married,and could at times drive me crazy (therapy reference) , was also just like me and a million of us...a girl who had dreams and hopes of being noticed for her talent and worth., but never could believe in herself, who never had a champion....and i began to see her in a new light..every time i create something, i think of how proud she would be.of me . and in my niece and my sons, i see pieces of her, as they create and shine. so here's to all of us..mother's ,sisters, women who struggle everyday to keep who they are and nuture it , in spite of being pulled in 200 directions . don't ever give up in your desire to be who you were meant to be..and never lose sight of your dreams.

the sisitine chapel

2009-05-06T19:41:00.000-07:00

one of the things i dread most as a mural artist is being asked " can you paint some big fluffy clouds on the ceiling in the baby's room?" i hate that!!!..now don't get me wrong. i'm not a baby hater..love them. they're .sweet, cuddly,mushy and adorable (mostly..reference the ugly baby episode on seinfeld) the thing i hate is ceiling work. it's labor intensive, backbreaking work..you never get paid what it's really worth and you get paint in your hair (yes, i wear a cap), your eyes, and there isn't enough advil in the world to cure the pain you feel for the next two days. you balance on one leg, holding several brushes in one hand, a palette and /or rags/sponges in the other, trying not to fall off and to go up and down the ladder as little as possible. how did michaelangelo paint the sistine chapel? he must have been drugged beyond belief, tied to a scaffold, and fed chocolate and coffee til he finished..it confounds me..but back to the reason for this blog..i would like to teach those of you brave enough and foolish enough (joking..no really , joking) to paint big fluffy clouds in the baby's room, or grandpa's room or any room you choose.
Materials: 2 bottles (large) white acrylic paint ( i love deco brand white)
1 bottle (small) baby blue acrylic paint ( deco, americana..anything at Michael's)
heavy duty plastic plates, 1 large sea sponge, 2 kitchen sponges, cardboard,
ADVIL, and the muscle rub of your choice (mineral ice is good)

ok, this is hard work, but it's easy to do........paint the ceiling the color blue that most reminds you of the sky ( use flat, latex paint )..let dry for two days.
while the ceiling is drying, practice making clouds on the big flat piece of cardboard.

pour some white paint onto the plate...dip the sea sponge in it, getting the paint all over the side going into the paint (wear some disposable gloves) press the sponge onto the card board and dab it so that you make a wispy, not round shape...use a softer pressure of the sponge at the edges so that it almost looks transparent. if the paint looks very dense and solid on the cardboard, you used too much paint..press gently to get a "mottled" effect..you want some blue sky to show thru the cloud ( for now, some of the card board)...use the kitchen sponge( wet it and wring it out ) to blend the paint you've put down so that it starts to look fluffy ( press or dab until it looks soft).......
when it's almost dry, put some blue in another plate, mix it with some white to get soft, almost white blue color...dab on the "bottom part of your clouds, following the shape, so that you get some dimension and shadow...when you feel comfortable practicing, ( come on, stop practicing) start your ceiling.

remember to keep your shapes irregular.and not too round like cartoon clouds....
.look to the sky for inspiration...try to place them randomly on the ceiling so that you don't wind up with a row of clouds in a stripe effect (have someone watch you and make suggestions of where the next one should go, and basically infuriate you , since you are doing all the neck-bending, back wrenching, hard work- it's good to work in pairs . ha!)
SO! climb that ladder, take a deep breathe, don't look down and release your inner michaelangelo...remember, you can always repaint the ceiling!! good luck and peace, leslie/stymiepie

Welcome to my first blog!

2009-05-05T16:11:00.000-07:00

i've officially entered the blogosphere!! hi to you all and welcome to stymiepie studios!! i hope you'll take a moment and look around, and come back and visit, please say hi, especially if you are a fellow artist and crafter. watch my blog for exciting news and giveaways, and once i recover from the excitement of actually writing something (ha!) i'll post something about myself and why i do what i do ..