ok, i literally took one picture the whole day. i snapped this quick pic with the intention of going back for more but you know how it goes sometimes.
oh, wait no, there were two, liz and sarah aka femme covert’s fabulous wares.
we were crammed together pretty tight between the tables. luckily robin from neckeds didn’t really mind when i touched her butt on accident. speaking of butts, i think the best story of the day was when robin’s friend pointed out the sign i’d put on the group of these little sculptures:
the sign said “butt” seeds 3 for $15. they were all like, “are those really for your butt?” which totally shocked me. because they are, you know, seeds WITH butts, not seeds FOR butts.
bottom line–aesthetically speaking i’m more about poop than sex so i changed the sign. haha.
last post before atomic. i’ll definitely post remotely from the bazaar with pics of everything going on. come on down and get a group of these little guys for your home. i’ll also have some of the large wall peices and an assortment of rattles and tiny sculptures.
small wall piece, wood/salt fired.
last year i wrote about shopping at the atomic holiday bazaar in sarasota, fl. this year i’ll be there selling my work. i was honored to be selected and even more honored to be rocking my space with team sarasota!
small wall piece, soda fired porcelain.
i know it’s going be a good time. last year i ran into an old friend who i hadn’t seen since before cell phones and internet! crazy.
get to the bazaar early for sweet swag bags including some tiny sculptures by me!
small wall piece, soda fired porcelain, lots of yummy carbon trapping...
the garden and flower sale was a success. everything ran smoothly and i even sold some of my work. today was great as plenty of friendly faces came out to support the cause. it’s so awesome to see people buying handmade (and hand grown) products. with the economy continuing to tank i think it is our responsibility to keep buying handmade objects. walmart may be able to sell everything under the sun cheaper than a bag of clay, but when walmart tanks too, where will we be? let’s keep supporting each other, bartering and doing it ourselves!
planters with succulents (separated and rooted by my mom from her own collection of succulents) still available at st. pete clay for a limited time. anyone interested in some free plants or trees for their yard should plan a visit to the gugliotti’s house in sarasota county. my dad loves to share his plants.
where i come from, people make stuff. they make bunkbeds, prickly pear pickers, christmas angels and tree houses. they dye t-shirts, sew skirts, make barbie furniture and install their own rugs. they bake bread, make soy milk cream puffs, grow their own tomatoes, pickle their own eggplant and that’s just the beginning. when i grew up i was lucky to fall in with a political, crazy crafty bunch of kids who silk screened, cut stencils, organized conferences, built a youth center and started the radical cheerleading movement among other things.
2.5 years ago, at 26, i left my life as a library worker and artist in south florida and moved to japan. an unprepared english teacher dropped in the no man’s land of kanagawa (about 30 minutes by train from tokyo). i discovered combini bentos, hyaku yen shops and muji. harajuku streets lined with too small, made in china, flammable clothing, and uniqlo. plastic drawers and no space, the occasional second hand shop that is tragically 90’s and exorbitantly priced. it was consumer culture shock.
japan is many awesome things, art, culture, history, cuisine, but for me, tokyo is not d.i.y..
this blog is about finding d.i.y. in tokyo and recording it.