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The Red Dress

It started out as an ordinary day.

If I could go back in time I’d go to Valentine’s Day 1968. I was 14 years old, and I was smarter than my parents.
Sometimes I fantasize about going back in time that night as a grown woman. An articulate, mature, married woman with daughters of my own. And very pissed off. I would walk into their room, flip on the light and start yelling. Yelling at my self-centered, immature parents. And letting go of all the frustration and anger.
We lived in Richardson, Texas, a suburb bordering the northern edge of Dallas. In the late sixties Richardson was growing quickly because of the invention of the microchip at Texas Instruments. TI was just a few miles away from where we lived. Heading east from our house near Spring Valley Road, you’d cross under north Central Expressway and enter the sprawling complex of buildings and parking lots that was Texas Instruments. The engineers at TI invented the first hand-held calculator in 1967, and introduced the first micros…
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Copper Clappers

Is it taxidermy or is it art?

My husband is a traditional bow hunter, and I am an artist. That combination makes for some interesting dinner conversation, believe me. For example, when he came for lunch today I was pondering how to describe this wall hanging made with a genuine coyote skull and copper sheet metal.


I had searched the Etsy website for taxidermy and gotten a wide range of results. I always thought taxidermy involved stuffing the poor animal, but evidently not.
Anyway, after some pondering I decided to use the term, just in case someone considered this to be a taxidermy item.
The fact of the matter is this genuine coyote skull is a found object. Found while hubby was out hunting in far West Texas.
I had fun figuring out how to make it a decorative item. A little gilder's paste, some verdigris patina on a sheet of copper and a toothbrush to brighten his choppers, and here he is.
The next step is to find a new home for him. Her? Would he look good on your wall?
~Christi

The truly creative mind

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” Pearl S. Buck

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Dallas Pen Show 2013 Lisa and Azizah