Hi friends. It sure has been a while since I've posted here. But the theme of 2014 is getting shit done, so I've been putting most of my creative energies toward finishing Chatty Cathy Goes to Yoga. It's been a little bit like herding cats, mentally. Anyhow, here it is. If you haven't already seen it, I hope you enjoy it. If you have already watched it, get a life! (Totally just kidding. Why not watch it again?)
I'll be updating this blog with my other projects. However I'm using my Tumblr page more these days, as it's a bit more convenient to use as far as an online portfolio goes. It's called Today I Did These Things
The first names I remember really liking - you know for my babydolls or imaginary playmates or maybe my persona in a game of pretend - were Mike, Lindsay, and Michelle. Something about those mid-alphabet consonants just did it for me. I think I liked Michelle because it sounded exotic to me; like the beach. You know: Mi-shell.
One of my earliest memories is being out in the garden with my mom while she weeded the flower bed outside our playroom. I remember trundling around the lawn pulling a red wagon after me. The wagon was heavy and bigger than me and hard to pull. It was filled with blocks - undoubtedly the sawed-off ends of two by fours from one of my dad's myriad projects.
Every so often I'd check in with my mom. Any worms she found during her gardening she put aside for me. Every time I made another round I put them in the wagon. But first I had a big decision to make: what to name the worms? Mike and Lindsay, obviously.
I probably had like 25 worms in there by the end. Once I took out all the wood blocks (which was probably a strenuous task for my little baby arms) and faced all those worms I had a dilemma - who was Mike and who was Lindsay? How do you tell boy worms apart from girl worms?
I don't know why none of those worms were named Michelle. Maybe they weren't exotic enough...
My feelings are mixed about returning to the food service industry. When I left Parkway in October I felt pretty sure that I never wanted to work in a restaurant again. (I've said that before, and look where it got me.) I wanted to be only an artist, and to pursue creative jobs.
I feel a little differently now though. I wouldn't change the past eight months in any way; leaving Parkway Grill was absolutely the right choice. Taking the space to experiment, explore, and turn my energy whichever way my fancy led was one of the best decisions of my life. I've had a ball, and I've done a lot! I got started in the world of art modeling, I filmed two shorts (Chugging Gone Wrong made it into a festival, and Chatty Cathy Goes to Yoga is still being edited), and I worked as an art director on an indie feature called The Frontier, among other things. All that stuff is wonderful, and some of it pays well, but I miss a steady paycheck.
Don't worry! I'm not turning my back on art for the sake of money! I'm not giving up! I'm being honest with myself. I was lucky enough to have a cushion to lean on all this time, but I don't want to get to a point where there's no cushion left. I have to be honest with myself and recognize that I'm a better artist when I'm not worried about money all the time. Working on The Frontier for the past month and a half I've had a regular paycheck, and it's been a huge weight off. Admittedly, I had no time to create anything, but I had a different sort of mental freedom.
And this job feels different. For one thing, I am bringing in money doing things I'm passionate about, like modeling and art directing and acting. (I actually just got hired on Monday to start working at Otis College of Art and Design to model for fashion illustration!) That gives me the luxury of wanting and asking for part-time hours at Horsethief. And also: these guys opening this restaurant are like me! They're new to what they're doing and they're excited. They're young and passionate and they have a vision. They're building something and they asked me to be part of it.
I suppose I'm the thing that has changed. Or maybe I'm always changing; that may be the only truly constant factor in life. All I know is that sometimes I introduce myself as an actor, and sometimes it's model. Sometimes I call myself an art director, or a figure model, or lately an art model. Sometimes I'm a street artist, or a designer of tee-shirts. And much of the time, in my head, it's simply: artist. Will adding server back onto that list be such a bad thing? I don't think so. (Maybe I should call myself a BBQ artist.) And what have I got to lose? Nothing.
Coming soon! My adventures at the Iggy Pop show with Neil!
Jeremy and I collaborated with our friend, makeup artist Vyvy Tran, on this mermaid inspired photo shoot. I haven't quite known how to share these photos, because they are evocative. However I love them, and want to share them with you.
All right folks, hold on to your seats, cause I've got some news for you! Chatty Cathy is coming to life!
That's right - I'm preparing to film my next short: "Chatty Cathy Goes to Yoga". I am so excited about this project that I may wet myself. It's scary and exciting at the same time; I'm taking this very modest little short that I wrote almost a year ago and turning it into a short film for the web. "Chatty Cathy Goes to Yoga" (CCGY) is a more ambitious undertaking than my last short, Chugging Gone Wrong for many reasons: it's longer, I have to rent a yoga studio to shoot at, I'm using union actors so I have to go through the union, and it's also dearer to my heart. I'm lucky though, because I have some really dear friends helping me to produce it.
The funds I need to produce this short are modest, but I've decided to use Kickstarter to raise funds for my project. Kickstarter describes itself as, "a funding platform for creative projects". Basically, I set up a page for my project with a financial goal, and then offer various rewards if people donate. My goal is $250 (like I said, modest), but I'm hoping to raise more. The catch with Kickstarter is that if you don't meet your goal, you don't get the money and no one is charged. So I wanted to start with a small attainable number that I knew I could reach. If you visit the Kickstarter page you can take a look at all this information, and donate yourself.
It's hard for me to tell you everything about this short concisely, because I've been working on it for so long. It was born out of this blog, and my journey over these past two years, and my love of yoga. Making Chatty Cathy Goes to Yoga wouldn't be possible without you, Readers, and so I want to thank you. And I also want to give you the opportunity to be part of my process. If you can find just $5 to donate, it would make a world of difference to me, and then you can see for yourself what happens when your awkward heroine (me) ventures into the world of yoga.
In case you didn't get it above, here's the link to the Kickstarter page. Please check it out and share it: