“Herstories and How-Tos” or, What I’ve Been Writing.

I think I’ve alluded on here that I’ve recently taken on another writing gig to help kick my arse into writing more (with the hope that eventually it will lead to writing better), but don’t think I ever actually linked it.

In case you’re curious,
are skeptical that I have been tinkering with the English language
(in a typographical sort of way) and require proof,
or if you happen to enjoy learning about dead ladies who rocked
and/or while learning useful skills to apply to your everyday life-
The link to the articles thus far can be found here.

If you do follow the link, however, do yourself a favor and click the banner at the top to go back to the blog at large. There you can find more interesting articles, interviews, musings etc that come out of the collective CAW brain.

inviting interaction – (EYE find inspiration in the strangest places…)

So the other day, I was at work and I had to pee.

When I went to the employee bathroom, I saw this:


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slowly amassing remnants

In the absence of dimensions for the finished piece (which I should get tomorrow!)- I’ve just decided that the amount of bits I need is “a shit-ton”. More on what all this is/is for later. for now just enjoy the strangely seasonal color scheme and try to stay warm wherever you are.





As the idea comes together for this one I’ve been updating my analog tumblr…


Herstories and How-tos: Claude Cahun

So not only did I not stop blogging for good, I double not-stopped by volunteering* to write a monthly bit over on CAW (Creative Arts of Women)‘s blog. The column is called ‘Herstories and How-to’s’ (I really lobbied for Corpses and Crafts, but ultimately decided it might be off-putting.)

This month you can learn more about my current dead-lady obsession Claude Cahun, as well as three easy ways to fight The Man!

a picture of Cahun with a levitating cat that I desperately tried to work into the post.



*Isn’t that funny? They offer a monthly space with lots of eyes to practice writing and I get to call it ‘volunteering’. This is almost as good as the gig over at Ohio House Rabbit Rescue, where one ‘volunteers’ by cuddling bunnies. Living the philanthropic lifestyle really can be so trying.**

**But f’real, you can actually go volunteer to cuddle rabbits for an hour I’M SO THERE.

Post-Party Thoughts.

Post-Party Thoughts.

I’m going to apologize right off the bat for the incoherency of this post: it’s basically 10pm, dinner hasn’t happened yet (though a glass of wine and half a cookie have) and I’m emotionally jacked up on new ideas and social hilarity-

I’ve just come from the CAW (Creative Arts of Women) December Meeting/Mixer/White Elephant exchange and I am on FIRE. Never before have I been to a meeting where so many diverse artists give each other so many warm fuzzy-fuzzies (holy hell, though, the White Elephant was INTENSE)

Two years ago I went to my first CAW show, which was coincidentally my first art-event-going in Columbus. I had only lived here a few weeks, I hated my job and social anxiety was at an all time high. I felt totally intimidated by all the art/artists, made one awkward conversation with a fellow spectator, read WhollyCraft’s entire rack of zines to avoid another, and managed to sneak out before all traces of my deodorant had been melted away. I was so impressed by not only the artwork, but also the sense of community between the artists. If my face hadn’t have been so red it would’ve totally been green with envy.

Fast forward a few years- You know what I had to do to become part of this amazing group? What sort of arcane and shrouded ritual surrounds the sisterhood?
Absolutely nothing. Nothing! It’s totally egalitarian* and totally supportive and lovey. It’s a nice reminder that while art is often said to be a “highly competitive field,” it doesn’t have to be.**

Anyway, I was going to get slightly more incoherent and theoretical about all this, but the pizza’s here, the Trek is on and it’s a holodeck episode.

Also, f’real, this is not the best state in which to be stringing words into meaning.

cheers all!

*(unless you have a penis. Though if you identify as a female we’re glad to have you!)
**(unless your engaged in a cut-throat ‘stealing-round’ or White Elephant, in which case it’s totally on.)

New Work: Decomposition

New Work: Decomposition

A few pieces from the series Decomposition; all cells break down, exploring memory and entropy.

Cat Lynch 2012

‘Lamentation of the Late Bloomer’, Cat Lynch, watercolor and encaustic on found image, 2012

The fruits of last week’s encaustics session.
I’m getting to an age where childhood still feels fresh and vivid, but enough time has passed that the specifics have become blurred, the edges softened and stories blended. ‘Lamentations of a Late Bloomer” is part of a larger series attempting to catch hold of these specific feelings. Each found image is hidden under a layer of pattern, taken from a  quilt that is also starting to grow thin from time and use.

These three pieces will actually be UP FOR SALE FOR REAL U.S. CURRENCY at the Columbus Arts Festival, next weekend, June 1,2, and 3 . Just look for them with the rest of the CAW ladies in the Big Local Art Tent. (And while you’re there, don’t forget to stop by to say ‘hi’ to Wallace)

Cat Lynch 2012

‘Cross My Heart and Hope to Die,’ Cat Lynch, watercolor and encaustic on found image, 2012.

Cat Lynch 2012

‘Eenie, Meenie, Minie.’ Cat Lynch, watercolor and encaustic on found image, 2012

‘Best Friends Forever,’ Cat Lynch, watercolor and encaustic on found image, 2012


Also, I’ve been playing around with the appearance/layout of my blog. Feedback welcome!

Traveled down the road and back again (waiting for the paint to dry)

This Friday I had a completely lovely day off. Payday, a bike ride around Grandview

Grandview Ave.

(completely for fun- no angry motorists or long hours at the APCMAB to face at the end), got a SECOND library card at the Grandview library (that’s right. Two library cards. Fear and tremble at my awesome borrowing privileges), and had some of * Jenis blackberry sweetcorn ice cream AND finished the third and final installment in the Star Wars trilogy I’ve been reading.

Oh wholly craft.

I als0 went to my first art opening here in Columbus, at Wholly Craft!, which, still makes me laugh inside every time I pass it. (Mostly because in my head I say it with a strange pseudo-swedish accent for some reason…?) The store is fantastic and filled with the kind of wonderfully awkward crafty things necessary to my life, such as bacon magnets, aprons with attached beer cozies, and gender-bending paper dolls.

The show itself, put on by CAW:Creative Arts of Women, was all about the right to vote (holla!). I stumbled across an article about the group and the show in The Other paper the night before and having done some googling decided a) I wanted to be their friend and b) I wanted to go to see the advertised performances if nothing else.

My notes/doodle from the evening before say it all:

social anxiety: 1
deodorant: -10

Still, the performances were worth going for.The second was just plain fun, involving a rendition of “Thank You for Being a Friend” as sung by Tina Turner, Elphaba, Betty Paige, Joan of Arc and Adam Sandler’s ‘Lunch Lady.’ The first was a dance piece by Coco Loupe, and was worth the entire awkward, sweaty mess of an evening. It all took place in the storefront window on the left, making me think about display, image, ‘for sale.’

I’ve read/seen several videos of ephemeral art, but it was way different in person. The interaction for the audience for one, but also the weird way in which Coco became both a person and an object during the performance. I’ve been thinking a lot about performance, especially the past year, and it was pretty grand to see a piece in person. Definitely got a few of the ideas that’ve been in my brain percolating.

And speaking of performance, I highly recommend you check out Marina Abramovic– ‘grandmother of performance art,’ maker of beautiful things and moments and all around bad-ass.

And in work related news, customer confidence hit a new high today when a gentleman doubted my ability to count past four.

*seriously, if you only go one place in Columbus, please let it be Jenis. It’s beyond good. And they do good things. And they always play good music. And I love them.