Miss Jasmine “Jazz” O’Neill
Rest in Peace
Summer 1994-April 26, 2011

She was our princess and one of the smartest cats we ever knew.  She was tiny and fearless and totally all about Jazz.  She was Sandy’s baby girl.

Here is a link to the Jazz O’Neill International Fan Club Headquarters.”  This came from one of the very first web pages I ever made.

And with her passing, this web site shall soon be no more.  Thank you, Miss Jazz, for your service to Jazzcat Productions.

http://aimeelee.net/paper/hanjib/

Making and writing and painting and drawing and glueing in journals - some are altered books

Yes, I already spilled something on the “Sticks and Stones” journal, made with pizza box covers and my handmade paper.

Here’s the first handbound book, covers made from a Kandinsky poster book, paper made by Susanne Martin.

I used these sunflower petals in some handmade paper and saved the stalks to make paper with later. The sunflowers are from a Handance Farm CSA. The echinaecea is from the Back Forty.

Another studio shot - I picked the drawer out of someone’s trash to use for a shelf. The oil paintings are mine, and I’m proud of them, but apparently not enough to let go of the money to frame them.

Squirt and Mama Kitty rest on the studio windowsill.

This third hat from last week is mine, MINE! The hatband is inkle-woven from cotton threads. I looked out over the lake and designed it from the view. At first I resisted putting the blue and brown together, but the lake is the color of tea and the sky and sun reflects off it. When I started weaving, I was happy with the choices I made. This hat is pretty rough compared to my other ones because I was getting down to the dregs of my supplies, but I like it the best.

The first two before the final trimming, drying on the screened porch. They are now in the possession of my mother, who helped me gather the cattails and couldn’t decide which one she wanted.

All three were handwoven with cattail leaves and a small amount of bulrush.

You can see the steps in the progress here.

I carved this stamp of Squirtley Dirtley today. Mama Kitty’s will be along soon. I think it will look good with dark brown ink on gold paper. Today I was playing with the Lumiere metallic gold paints and the alphabet stamps that Ricë gave me, and some that I carved.

I’m right pleased with this stamp.

Because I’ve discovered something - artist’s block is fear, plain and simple. And there’s one more thing - you’re an artist too. That’s right, YOU. You may have had the desire or the courage for art criticized out of you, but you could make art. You really could. And here’s the last thing that I’ll say on the subject today - don’t limit art. That’s how you kill it. I believe that gardening and painting and cooking and weaving and decorating and ceramics and dancing and knitting and music and raising children and writing is art. As well as anything else that requires you to put some of your soul into it.

I also wove about a foot on the fabulously ugly scarf III, but I found that my upper back hurt after about 10 minutes of weaving. So it was fortunate that I’ve got so many projects and ideas in motion. This was part of my strategy. Since I tend to have a lot of little aches and pains, if one thing bothers me, I can switch off to another.

Also this week, other than carving stamps, I finished backing and photographing the ATCs. I took a heavy watercolor sketchpad that I wasn’t using and made signatures for a 48 page book, cutting the heavy cardboard back in two pieces to use for covers. When I showed it to my co-worker who is getting married in August, musing over what I might make out of it, she said that she needed a guest book. So I’ll do a test run on this one, since it’s my first book not made from a kit, and then I’ll take her to a local art supply store that has some wonderful handmade papers and I’ll make her a nice wedding present. I’m thrilled about this. It’s good to have a focus. For me, anyway!

The only real problem that I’m having at the moment with my art is that I’m fantasizing a little too much about if only I could attend this school or make art full time or go to this retreat or conference. I’m much happier in the present moment, but not having much to do at work right time is a blessing and a curse sometimes.

Oh yeah - there will be much of this kind of talk this summer. Apparently I can’t cook and do housework and garden and do art at the same time. So the cooking and housework obviously have to go.

Through the incredible generosity of Ricë Freeman-Zachery, I am now the owner of all these stamps. Wow. What a kickstart to my new venture in book arts.

My first carved alphabet stamps. I’m filling in the missing stamps from the vintage collection Ricë gave me.

Do you see why I’m totally in love with this woman now? She has become my new mentor. I’ve been learning from her blog and her YouTube videos. And she’s funky and cool and unabashedly human and funny as hell.

I was thinking about my problems with finding a new mentor and teacher, and while I certainly don’t believe that the universe caused harm to John and Suzanne in order to steer me in the right direction, sometimes it seems that when you’re frustrated and impatient that you’re blocked, maybe you just need to chill out and wait. That somebody or something to rev you up may be a minute away. Maybe if I had gone to Italy, I wouldn’t have headed in this direction. Who knows?

Maybe I am destined to go to Italy another time, with another teacher. God knows some interesting coincidences have come to my attention in that area. Such as a pamphlet given to me in an art quilt class at Art & Soul offering classes in journaling and collage and such, which happened to be about an Italy tourism business run by the same couple who have been sending me emails about Slow Food related trips. Well, I didn’t know that the teacher of the class I was taking was going to be teaching in Orvieto next year with these folks.

So today, since it’s good for me to always have some exciting art venture to look forward to, I registered for a week-long class with Daniel Essig at John C. Campbell Folk School to make wooden books. I justify it this way - I don’t have to stinking justify it, man. It’s the way it is. I am an artist, and this is energy coming in. Last fall, a professor counseled me that all my energy was going out, and I needed to find the way to let it in. Or something like that. It was not being replenished, and I was deflating. I really think that she was right.

On her throne

Stalking a very unlucky rabbit

Helping me mulch the paths in the Back Forty

“Mama Kitty” Georgia O’Neill
1996-May 18, 2008

She was a free spirit who lived a near perfect life, with humans that cared for her, freedom to roam, and a daughter who loved her. She was a mighty huntress. She had an insatiable curiosity which overcame her fear, and incredible luck to live for twelve years as a peaceful feral cat in a busy neighborhood among other roaming animals. Her spirit is a integral part of the Back Forty.

She gave me the gift of her son, Squirt.

Near the end of her life, she enchanted mine by finally giving me what I needed and craved the most, her love and friendship.

She will be missed. I loved her very much.