Tag: Tacoma
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Kerplink, kerplank, kerplunk
Maybe I’m still not over the shock of moving from Zone Two to Zone Eight, but the sheer variety of fresh produce ’round these parts never ceases to amaze me. Now, if I can barely contain my excitement over what I see at the farmer’s market every week, you can imagine the heart attack I…
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Recipe for a summer day
First, invite your family down for the day. Squeeze out some fresh lemonade; and fry up a free-range chicken. Then mix up some cream, sugar, and fresh berries (plus just a pinch of that lemon juice to bring out the flavor); pack ice and salt around it; and start crankin’. Let everyone pitch in—the longer…
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Turbulence
A few months ago I was granted funding by the City of Tacoma Arts Commission to create my next artist book edition. Since this is the first of what will probably be a long string of posts over the next eighteen months, I’ll save the details for later. For now, I’ll just say that the…
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A tweet of prints
There’s some serious gear-shifting going on in the studio these days. Prop Cake and Tugboat Thea are sold out, and the Woolworth Windows murals are white walls again, ready for the next artist to transform the space. I’m preparing to teach a letterpress class at the School of Visual Concepts next month, and I’m working…
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Public nudity
Oh, I’m probably asking for it with this post title. (To anyone who might have found this post by Googling naughty things, I’m afraid you’re about to be disappointed.) The window displays in the old Woolworth’s store downtown have been converted into a twenty-four-hour gallery, with artist exhibitions and installations rotating quarterly. Shortly after I…
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Tugboat Thea
Well, here she be. (Or should I say, Thar she blows?) At long last, Thea is here, barnacles and all. Jessica and I unveiled her at our Pressing Matters talk at the Tacoma Art Museum this morning. I have to say, I was nervous that with the weekday morning time slot, we’d be hoist on…
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Thea Returns
Thea’s back! This is just a sneak peek of the pencil sketch for now; Jessica and I are unveiling Ms. Foss’s new look on Tuesday, so we’re saving the surprise for then. In the meantime, though, we thought we’d offer up a few snippets. The latest broadside in our Dead Feminists series has been a…
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Hot off the Steamroller
Since my gallery talk on Sunday was limited to a local audience, I thought I’d highlight a few of the pieces in my To the Letter show. (Besides, in a blog post I don’t have to worry about any public-speaking nerves, or hear myself say “Uh” or “um” twenty-nine times a minute.) The only wall…
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Is this thing on?
Oof. The first sentence is always the hardest—I feel like I’m college again, desperately trying to choke out an introductory paragraph to a term paper. Wait a minute. My first sentence was “Oof.” Great, way to set the bar low. Can we start again, please? Ahem: my name is Chandler O’Leary and this is my…