Monday, March 16, 2009

A little trip to the North

calder's circus
camilla engman

Elisabeth Dunker





Elisabeth Dunker






Camilla Engman




Elisabeth Dunker





Elisabeth Dunker

I went on a little cyber trip to Sweden this morning and found such delightful things. revisited Red House , Camilla Engman and my newest favorite, Fine Little Day about Elisabeth Dunken's family adventures when she's not designing and photographing (for work that is). Felt like i had lunch with lovely old people and wore my best clickity heels and fashionable hosiery. And wouldn't you know? Elisabeth and Camilla are collaborators and friends :) and are working on a circus themed creation just like me and my 4th graders at Ridgway Elementary! Studio Violet is their shared shop where their circus acts will soon be for sale. I can't wait to photograph my little friends' amazing creations when we install next month. My favorite? Probably Big Mama the red elephant and the motorcycle made out of a spark plug and bits of this and that. This is my third year doing Calder's Circus with a bunch of kids. I come into school with a big box of crap, give them a little talk about making something out of nothing that expresses your vision and then open the gates.... raw art.
Makin' art outa junk, surreptitiously travelling through cyber space and watching free movies on you tube...tis a sign of the times indeed.
Enjoy your life - its free.
xo milady






Sunday, March 8, 2009

Daily Bread



Sunday blessings
xo milady

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Busy Kitchen


"i want the grass to by flying by mom" says morgan as he sketched


Roscoe sketching the Hungry Fox





Birdy-Cow by Morgan




Horse Chase by Morgan Tate Rogers





The Hungry Fox by Roscoe Stone Rogers



Portrait of Lucky by Stephanie Morgan Rogers




The last few weeks have been crazy in my kitchen. I gave up trying to compartmentalize different activities in different rooms and invited it all into my main digs...the kitch. Accounting for 3 businesses took up one long table top while the table we're supposed to eat on was getting a new Jackson Pollack makeover from the little brothers as they created their masterpieces. The cat joined in by laying on and proceeding to eat important documents, while the dog stepped in blobs of paint and tracked it all over my stone floors. But Dad Gummit....look what we achieved!

I'm so proud of my little boy's BIG art. They really got into it...stood back and pondered, added a bit of this and a dab of that...until the magical moment of i'm-doneness made itself known.

I can't wait to take the show down and find homes for these on my walls...they are so awesome, some of the best folk art i've seen in a while. hmmmm(evil paw rubbing) maybe an etsy shop is in order? college funds? ok...maybe just a trip to the movies!


xo milady


















Thursday, February 12, 2009

Big Dreamer

nathan gibbs flickr
I live in a traditional red state cowboys and all that...thank goodness our librarian is so with it!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Frustrated Artist Mom


In the last few days i've been on a few fieldtrips to bloglandia, commenting, oggling, searching and communing. Here are snapshots from one of my avorite getaways...the amazing D Sharpe's most excellent blog I am honored,truly.
Next a long schpeel about the setbacks and remedies for art blocks on Pikaland's coming VOICE IT OUT column. Here's what bubbled out of my head:
This is a GREAT addition to the wonderful world of Pikaland!

Q: What is your biggest stumbling block to creativity (or expressing yourself artistically), and what works for you in overcoming these setback(s)?

A: Well, now, where do i start?!
One of my main blocks is time management. i have alot of beings that depend on me from the second i wake up til the moment i lay my head down to sleep. I remember feeling like I had to choose an art life over a family life. I'm not naturally a super organized person but more of a dreaming fly by the seat of my pants type who does her best art in this mode however, as a big grown up with big grown up things to attend to, i feel like my day is swallowed by "duties" which requires tremendous energy and focus often leaving no time for selfless (or rather super selfish!) absorption into my "real work" which is always calling me. Now that my babies aren't cooing in the backround but rather needing rides across the state to go to sports events , i feel i never have the TIME to produce quality artwork. I doodle a bit here and there and hope for more time.
What to do? I am learning, as my family and their needs grow, that it imperative that i carve time for myself everyday to do something artistic. As i get closer to a show i naturally take the time i need because of the impending deadline but the family rythmn does suffer...everyone puts up with it and is glad when it is OVER..esp in the meal dept.
My blog is a way to committ to a snippet of artistic indulgence on a daily basis. I may not post an entry everyday but i do go there and check out my ever growing list of Esty loves and sites.Go on a little field trip to Pikaland :) Here's another time management issue...i can't stop!!! Following one link to another, excited by the visual sense of familiarity and adventure...is what keeps me going. Hence the COMMUNITY of artists all over the planet gives me the incentive to keep trying everyday to squeeze in my art.
In the grand scheme of things, I am simply taking a sabbatical, my children need me and i signed up for them, pledged my time the day they arrived. Once a wise lady told me..."your art will always be there, your children will be young for just a short time. You decide."
So, I suck at juggling all the bills and hopelessly unartistic and boring duties but make really awesome birthday cakes and host insane birthday parties, i volunteer in the school and bring in boxes of junk and get the kids to sculpt high wire acts out of corks and wire and tell them about Calder's Circus, point out the ever amazing shapes and shadows of the clouds and mountains, light and birds, patterns of hay and the way snow crystallizes on every tiny bare branch in the dead of winter.
So, as i transition into a more organized person who can guiltlessly report to her studio (her husband made for her) and be a "real" artist, I will keep flying by the seat of my pants and in the grand scheme of things, add YOGA to my routine, calm down, do the bills quickly so i can get back to LIVING, exploring, evolving and know that i am always doing my art even if it doesn't end up on canvas.

xoxoMilady

Stephanie Morgan Rogers
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Friday, February 6, 2009

February is Short


Hello friends,
what a naughty blogger i've been, letting such a long time lapse. life is full to the brim with daily to-do's , so much so that i haven't been able to sit down and get my projects completed. excuses, excuses. hmphhh.
Valentine postcards to look at for now: at my
Esty shop!

xo milady

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Peace be with You


its tough out there kids...the world is doing some adjusting. limber faith and deep sea diving into one's heart is the only way to get through it all and this is the lesson...the strength we modern souls have come to believe lie in the pillars of our empire are but shoddy in construction, they are crumbling and buckling and we run for cover, embarassed by our own ignorance with a keen awareness that life trumps matter. its all relative my friends and we're all connected. Peace be with You each and every one.
xo milady

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Farewell dear Friend

a few days after Christmas 2003 Hello old friend a few days after Christmas 2008 Goodbye old friend


Rosie and Lucky


Morgan and Lucky




having a cowboy cookout in the driveway Roscoe and Rosie



It is 2 days past the parting of our dear old friend "Lucky" - the biggest, fattest, most noble, gruntable, kissable, huggable , protector of our little farm. Lucky came to us on a cold winter's day with bleeding legs and a shrunken belly a few days after Christmas. We had seen him before, digging in the trash, catching him just before dawn running away like a wild animal. He was a handsome pure bred, had a nice blue collar on him. surely he belonged to someone!

Then one day, just after an upsetting family Christmas, he appeared at our house in the early am as usual, looking for food. This time he was closer to the house and didn't run away when i talked to him. I could see his legs were raw and bleeding and as i talked sweetly to him he dropped his big boy ways and came to me. i invited him in for a bowl of food and a warm up by the fire...the rest is history. The top photo was taken then...he literally bee lined to Rosie like a long lost lover, parked it infront of the fire and stayed for 5 years.
After a long search and neighbor interrogation we learned he'd been dumped. No one wanted him and in fact he was scheduled to be executed that day by the evangelical ranch down the way. nice. anyways..don't get me started...he became our boy, thyroid problem and all...his tag actually read "LUCKY" .


That summer i lost my first born ...a blue heeler named Schnooey Hutz (don't ask) and experienced my first euthanasia. to make a long story not so long...i lost it. the tears came and wouldn't stop...all the events that had passed through me in those years, the dreams i had bundled up in his ranchy little form..the farm, the babies, the husband, the committment to growing up and staying put, growing a family, losing my grandmother, my best friend, and others....it all came out...and who was there to hold me up and soak my sadness...LUCKY.


He was a soaker ...he let the babies crawl on him, pull his eyelashes, let new puppies and kitties jump on his face...and never let an iota of bad ass outa him...and yet, when the other neighbor's pit bulls (2 of em!) attacked he took em! had 2 very expensive surgeries to repair his mangled ear...and still let my son pretend to be a dog and eat from his bowl. (i know...cooties)


Besides all the above..the deep sadness that fill me has a question: "Who was inside that big furry body anyways??" I knew Lucky with every fiber in my body...and boy did he know Rosie.



I am inviting a comment discussion on what everyone thinks about animals and spirits . He feels just as important as anyone i have loved and been loved by. A few days after Christmas this year we all sat with him, laid our hand on him, petting and weeping as he slipped off to sleep in front of the fire, the same exact spot he had claimed years before. A long lost wayfarer who spent his whole life just trying to get here...where he will stay ....forever.

xo milady














Friday, December 26, 2008

Merry Blessings to You & Yours!

Hey, i just saw that kid in the red hat ripping in the skate park last week!



A corner of my kitchen






My crafty boy Morgan








The Colona Christmas Paegant ... seriously, could it be any more Ingalls-ey? ! :)


Christmas is Colorado folks...not ski town Colorado but bum-#!(*k ranchy neighborly Colorado where i actually live. Out here we still put Christmas trees in classrooms and don't think we may offfend by wishing a stranger a Merry one...its all about mangers and baby Jesus and town tree lightings, free cider and children fat as ticks in layers of handmedowns. I made my family go to this paegant at which my teen protested its "stupid" ity. Well, i'm no super Christian or anything but that was just plain WRONG. How can you deny the homemade costumes, the little lamby and goat, the pinky lavender dusk lit cottonwoods and poorly recited Christmas story by an old lady in a scratchy microphone? Exactly, so i made her freeze and walked away from her to get these PICS
Its weird to admit to another revolution of the earth and see my baby is pulling away. everyone was right...it does go fast. At least she crafts with me and still wants to be suprised by Santa. Its the magic we all love and hang on to ...unseen joy can indeed appear out of nowhere as long as we believe it can.

Enjoy your loved ones and even plain ol strangers...Blessings friends.

xo milady

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Worship the Light


I am gravely behind in my elf duties...though my kitchen appears as though it has belched a belly full of crafting items, glitter, wooden balls and beads. Its the process im in love with. Trying hard to not get all grinchy and join the Today show panic of postal deadlines and proper giftgiving...the garbage man? seriously? a tip?
Pop in Ray Charles and plug in the glue gun...bring it back down to earth...
The snow is really piling up now and it looks like Narnia out my window. we rallied 3 of our white horses and did the 3 minute parade. This is a pic of Roasabel on her horse wearing a variety of tree skirts and battery operated lights at the town bonfire. small town magic.
blessings to all!

xo milady

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