tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54122935903818858412024-03-12T18:57:50.493-07:00Once upon a time,in cozy little corner of Missoula...Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-30903500381763280182012-05-06T19:03:00.000-07:002012-05-07T06:29:57.511-07:00Gardner’s Farm UpdateThe girly kid is getting big. We named her Sadie. She is such an acrobat. I should get her into dubstep music because she has got her parkour moves down. She is always bouncing from tree to tree and jumping over the other goats. So amusing. <br />
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Since I found out that my neck is seriously messed up about a month and a half ago, I haven’t cleaned the pen. It’s pretty gross right now, but I haven’t been able to rally the troops to do it for me. But, I can’t do it right now. I think I messed it up in the mad rush to get it cleaned up after the thaw. I was working at a crazy pace whenever I had a chance to get everything ready for summer and now I’m having shooting pains in my arm. Not good. So,now, the spring cleaning is still not all done. I would have been able to get it all done if I were more of a tortoise and not a hare.<br />
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Our mornings are still freezing so the tomatoes, peppers, squash, and flower seeds are still tiny and on the kitchen table. The peas and carrots are going good though.<br />
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This is our new gigantic chicken castle. Well, actually it is the unfinished garage that was on our property repurposed as a chicken coop. It was a work in progress for about a month while we brooded some chicks and ducklings in our master bath. When they grew enough feathers to fly/jump out of the metal tub they were in, it was time to finish it up. I didn’t like the poo on the toilet seat cover. So today, we hung the door. </div>
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Inside the chicken castle: Our friend gave us three adult chickens and this lovely tractor coop. She had an urban chicken set up and had had her fill of chicky-poop on her picnic table. I can’t blame her. We were happy to give them a good home and get eggs right away. Yay!<br />
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Lots to do when the weather gets warm, but I’m glad to do it when I can. I hope my neck feels better soon so I can dig in full speed again. But not too frantically like last time!Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-62224904851155718832012-05-06T12:45:00.002-07:002012-05-06T12:45:37.699-07:00Random Fact #9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wear pajamas to do the outside chores every morning because they happen so early and I'm too lazy to put actual clothes on. This is one of my favorite Morning Chores ensembles: gray thermal, pink elephant capri jammies, veregated handknit socks in browns, and I was wearing pack boots because they are easy on when my coordination is at a low. I'm sure the neighbors get a kick out of it.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-26655411578543041702012-04-08T08:13:00.003-07:002012-04-08T08:13:53.798-07:00Random Fact #8Easter is probably my favorite holiday because it embodies the promise new beginnings and spring time and baby animals are everywhere. That was a horrible run on sentence. Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-56883423541895292472012-04-03T08:32:00.000-07:002012-04-03T08:45:36.889-07:00Helena Spring Craft ShowOn Saturday I traveled two hours to Helena to try and give my Blue Zen skincare line some exposure. It was a long day.<br />
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First off, set up started at 6:30 am. I was debating going up the night before and "motelling" it so I wouldn't have to leave at 4:30 in the morning. I decided I was tough and wouldn't spend the money. Coffee is my friend. I showered at night, set my alarm for 4am, and tried to get some sleep. Mia, my daughter, was coming with me.<br />
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At 5:24 Saturday morning, I was awakened by a puppy who needed to be let out to potty. I whipped upright and yelled, "SHIT!!" Apparently, my super modern, easy to set alarm clock didn't get set to go off on Saturday and Sunday, just the weekdays. Stupid easy-set alarm clock!<br />
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After a whirlwind set up I finally sat and relaxed. It ended up being a long day of hardly any traffic. But, I did make friends with some of the other vendors. We all agreed that this was not the best day ever for sales. Except for the guy with the amazing yard-art sculptures! Holy moly they were just practically walking out the door on their own. I would have bought one if I could. </div>
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Mia was a big help. No whining, always smiling. She is becoming such a little lady, I have no idea where the time has gone. She was recruited to watch a booth while the owner took a break a couple times. She did a good job of being the smiling face and even made a transaction or two. </div>
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There is a goat due to burst here shortly. That is a definitely a sign of spring. (Note the ice that refuses to melt right behind her.)<br />
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So is the fact that spring cleaning is in full swing. Everywhere I look there is mud to wade through, poo and moldy hay piles that need composting, pine needles that need raking, pine cones and pine branches that need picking up, fences that need mending, compost that needs turning and things that got blown out of place by the gale force winds that accompanied the snow this winter.<br />
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In case you haven't noticed, NONE of that is clean work. Or light work because nothing is really dry yet. The ground may be thawed, but it is a soggy bog of mud. Each step makes an audible sucking sound. It's gross.<br />
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I will be so excited when the ground dries up a bit, things green up and bud, and I can see if my raspberries survived the <a href="http://paintedgoat.tumblr.com/post/14019175294/my-recent-farm-fail" target="_blank">goat attack</a> last fall. Till then, I'll be outside with muck fork in hand. When it's all cleaned up, I may have to throw a party just to celebrate the fact that I'm done.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-79348483973240107742012-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:002012-02-09T07:30:01.773-08:00PUPPY!!Recently, Michael had been "hounding" me about getting a new dog.<br />
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His dog Ruckus disappeared a year ago without a trace. There's been no sense of closure to the disappearance and he wouldn't give up hope for a long time that he would return. But, after a year it doesn't look like it will happen.<br />
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He'd been searching the Humane Society and Animal Control websites nearly daily. At first it was to see if Ruckus turned up. Lately it was more to see if there was a dog that might fit the bill of a new family member. We weren't sure if we wanted an adult dog that we didn't have to potty train, or a new puppy that would be "ours" from the start.<br />
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Burton Guster Douglas, "Gus"</div>
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We (I) decided on this little guy yesterday. He's a 2 month old Catahoula/Lab cross. Michael had seen that there was a litter of 13 puppies at the pound. He looked up the Catahoula breed and they were a pretty neat sounding dog. But, I kept saying "NO. We don't need a puppy!" <br />
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I was curious, though. I went to the Humane Society the next day after work... just to look... and play with some puppies. This little nugget was the best mannered and mellowest of the bunch. Very playful and puppyish, but also respectful and affectionate. Holy cow, I couldn't stop playing with this little guy.<br />
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I called Michael and told him I'd found his dog. Turns out he's kind of my dog. I've been the one taking him out in the middle of the night. I'm the legs he curls up under when he tuckers himself out. I'm the one he runs to when someone says "Come!". I guess he just misses his mommy. Oh, Gus...Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-23862832253813893902012-01-19T08:59:00.000-08:002012-01-19T08:59:54.139-08:00Snow Day!After a strangely dry start to this winter Montana has received a healthy dose of Jack Frost’s best fluffy white stuff. <br />
Yesterday morning we awoke to a fresh 2 inches of fluff. Just enough to freshen a dreary dead landscape. <br />
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The goat’s weren’t too put off by the snow. <br />
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And the snow kept falling all day. By the time we got home a good 8 inches had fallen on our neighborhood. We had to shovel a spot for our car before we could park!<br />
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When I woke up this morning, the snow had stopped falling. There’s over a foot of snow on the ground... and on our picnic table, and on the grill, and on the everything. So sorry, the barbeque has been canceled So has school and work. (shucks!)<br />
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It’s snowing again now. I wonder how high that pile will get? And what am I going to do with myself today? Time to play!Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-53337111177481061382012-01-16T18:50:00.000-08:002012-02-09T06:32:50.377-08:00My Blue ZenI have been reinventing myself lately.<br />
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Figuring out what means the most to me and what I want to focus on.<br />
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Mostly, that's been my family, my home, and my health. I've had some issues from back pain, fatigue, skin issues, and infections that won't go away and I am on a mission to get this all straightened out. I haven't given up on making art. But, right now, there are more important things to focus on.<br />
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I have been working on our garden. I want to grow as many herbs and veggies as I can for my family. Landscaping our home and making it a retreat for us and our friends has been a focus as well. I want my home to be my sanctuary. <br />
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I've redevoted myself to yoga. It has been really helping with my back pain and energy levels. <br />
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I started studying up and found out how to make soaps and lotions that were gentle and actually healing to the skin.<br />
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I started that because I was finding no relief from the gawd-awful eczema I've been getting on my hands and feet every summer. I've figured out it's an allergy. I know I can't handle SLS (sodium laurel sulfite) which is the foaming agent in most commercial soaps. It makes a nice lather, and a nice red, itchy rash on me. And I know I am allergic to knapweed. Knapweed is a noxious weed that grows ALL OVER this lovely land called Montana. It's even all over our property. Battling it every summer has made my hands get tough, crack and bleed and scab up. It's really fun.<br />
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I really believe in my creams and soaps so I made a etsy shop for them. So far, I'm making hand balms, lotions, soaps and lip balms, but I have a feeling I will find more fun things to make in the future. <br />
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I started a batch of goat milk soap back in the beginning of
December and it’s finally ready. I know that seems like a long time to
wait for soap, but believe me it’s worth it.<br />
I use the cold process method. That means I don’t cook the soap to
death to get the lye in it to neutralize right away. It takes about 3
weeks of curing time to get a good hard, neutral bar of soap.<br />
But my secret is double processing, also known as French milling,
which takes longer. (I guess it’s not a secret because I just told you)
I make a plain, unscented batch, let it cure for 2 weeks, then chop it
up into little pieces, and melt it back down again and add glycerin
for extra gentleness, essential oils, herbs and mineral color. Then it
has to set for 3 more weeks. But, the result is a fabulous soap that
cleans with a soft lather, smells wonderful, and is extra gentle on my
sensitive skin.<br />
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If you would like to try some for yourself I sell sample sized jars. (above next to the lotion bottle) Like I said, I use it every day and I really believe in what I've made. </div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-2322827620429788142011-04-20T09:56:00.000-07:002011-04-20T10:12:36.163-07:00Here We Are Again<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIua0GqcY9taOo2SoNSNXJdiTuqUUJfpuOcEKravQuO8JowgkbIhJoeHjxY_i4I0RWEBbnzFp0305VmyE9i2FNruzSNq2M7PEZhStYLe8t5YMQjilus16ZNBaM1UK2hpjYgQ2iyV8zAkDA/s1600/Artsiehorse+Studio+010.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIua0GqcY9taOo2SoNSNXJdiTuqUUJfpuOcEKravQuO8JowgkbIhJoeHjxY_i4I0RWEBbnzFp0305VmyE9i2FNruzSNq2M7PEZhStYLe8t5YMQjilus16ZNBaM1UK2hpjYgQ2iyV8zAkDA/s320/Artsiehorse+Studio+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597713467909570114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />I have been avoiding this. Writing in my blog. It has been hard to dismantle something I wasn't ready to let go of and I didn't know what to say about it.<br /><br />This morning I watched a building burn to the ground. It stood across the highway from our house. It was an old saloon style building that I loved looking at. This morning I woke to sirens and smoke. The smoke is still rising from the ground. The building is completely gone. I am reminded that everything is temporary. And it could be worse.<br /><br />So... I focus on the future.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I have set up my studio again here in my house. I have started working a bit. I'm still not sure what to focus on, but getting my feet wet, testing the waters, looking for inspiration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmPeCr6bAqbkBkSwzrLGMRn1CPhi98RprvXSIETAQ4KB7YrTJwhRw-ilVqbg6ctdkuPSZQBEIXJ8JgXuJLfNe9bBIPD1nnOO9VuU95_s6Z0DTJ6OUK_pDZdK5MPHRzrfs31Y3alkYr7PX/s1600/Artsiehorse+Studio+009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmPeCr6bAqbkBkSwzrLGMRn1CPhi98RprvXSIETAQ4KB7YrTJwhRw-ilVqbg6ctdkuPSZQBEIXJ8JgXuJLfNe9bBIPD1nnOO9VuU95_s6Z0DTJ6OUK_pDZdK5MPHRzrfs31Y3alkYr7PX/s320/Artsiehorse+Studio+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597713456558928162" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />For a couple days my studio was floor to ceiling boxes and chaos from bringing all my "junk" back from the gallery. Now it is more organized (though bursting at the seams!) than it has ever been.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAd4a4K85XXfSUf2M9rgy3RPKtdr5tZc57ziRTTbmOy6GWIqRixGI63G77_JSB6vXMk8U2xJQ9vLD5PFIO0f178lXHuGipfHFkjCdm8gZ9BORwPPeU_gTFU9FsgBuiK0FqnQqrXVrq3si8/s1600/Artsiehorse+Studio+005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAd4a4K85XXfSUf2M9rgy3RPKtdr5tZc57ziRTTbmOy6GWIqRixGI63G77_JSB6vXMk8U2xJQ9vLD5PFIO0f178lXHuGipfHFkjCdm8gZ9BORwPPeU_gTFU9FsgBuiK0FqnQqrXVrq3si8/s320/Artsiehorse+Studio+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597712951411737538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I think it's good to bring my work home now. I'm comfortable here. It doesn't feel like work, creating feels like play when I do it at home. Ok... The Artsiehorse Studio isn't closed, just relocated.<br /></div></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-86984976161525188722011-03-25T15:36:00.000-07:002011-03-25T16:14:37.437-07:00Random Fact #7<div style="text-align: center;">Adding cats increases the energy and furriness of a household exponentially.<br />So:<br />2 cats + 1 kitten = 6 times more catiness in our house!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1kWyaDG00Frgg92ufnDXAnlj7jdVLy8zv63z0R1M0hznn9vDevYDCJ85-TvSobOyuXox-Li5KMNQGnDtHwAX0ApcLc_5yw2ZItD7iXry1PG8noOxBckfQL1ZrHeakRS0i1XWhdVFiZ-d/s1600/no+025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1kWyaDG00Frgg92ufnDXAnlj7jdVLy8zv63z0R1M0hznn9vDevYDCJ85-TvSobOyuXox-Li5KMNQGnDtHwAX0ApcLc_5yw2ZItD7iXry1PG8noOxBckfQL1ZrHeakRS0i1XWhdVFiZ-d/s320/no+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588156977714333266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Marvin the Mildly Neurotic</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJonzq46uBFjoy72NkQF0glju4I9PQkMSB0X6FU5HZzSq0OpFddEz56WHIfC9u9N3gfcUFzykWisfH6KCKyioxMU0a-AI5Z2aMO59G67kv0lWgpfn9_xHgdzTIsE1BqmQOTH4R8UMzceo1/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJonzq46uBFjoy72NkQF0glju4I9PQkMSB0X6FU5HZzSq0OpFddEz56WHIfC9u9N3gfcUFzykWisfH6KCKyioxMU0a-AI5Z2aMO59G67kv0lWgpfn9_xHgdzTIsE1BqmQOTH4R8UMzceo1/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588156736121723490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Pickle, AKA Too-Cool-For-School</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYr9jUlMt6vnSpq_02ZdZrmUrQD0ksh1fJFN3SwG7mlRdaC2EPVkCcd81rj7xmsfpWaLtO0ideuMpEpLplVOfulh5ZrWSnToEv0NqTFwHy_lb6iGiZwwPMKQ8LCttzdJcxGnM9C9WnA5A9/s1600/cat+013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYr9jUlMt6vnSpq_02ZdZrmUrQD0ksh1fJFN3SwG7mlRdaC2EPVkCcd81rj7xmsfpWaLtO0ideuMpEpLplVOfulh5ZrWSnToEv0NqTFwHy_lb6iGiZwwPMKQ8LCttzdJcxGnM9C9WnA5A9/s320/cat+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588156397875604930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Dante, AKA Dr. Purr Monster</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">and Mr. Spaz</span><br /></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-11060733329405169332011-03-15T16:57:00.000-07:002011-03-15T17:20:28.280-07:00The End of the Beginning of Something NewThere's been some strange whisperings here and there about the gallery. Something about a hairdresser... maybe an architect...<br /><br />Anyway, the story is, the Artsiehorse Studio and Gallery is closing April 9th. I won't go into the gory details, but the short version is: I don't want to!!! But I'm very casually and calmly being forced to. Eventually.... So, I'm taking initiative and doing it sooner rather than later.<br /><br />I know that's really vague, but this isn't the place for dragging people under the bus. I just don't do that here. But, if you call me, maybe.<br /><br />So, I'll be packing up my studio (sigh...) and bringing it home again. Somehow in the short amount of time I've been in Artsiehorse, I've accumulated MUCH more STUFF. I'm not sure how I'll fit it all back into my shoebox studio at home again, but I'll try.<br /><br />There will be one more First Friday opening that promises to be a winner. April 1st, Beth Martin, mixed media on velum paintings. So awesome! Come say hello.<br /><br />There may be a big sale on everything come the last week. I'll let you know. I'd rather get these starving artists some money rather than just give them back their art. Artists really appreciate being appreciated monetarily. Complements are nice too. Just sayin'.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-34154982160606733372011-02-25T12:16:00.000-08:002011-02-25T12:32:00.816-08:00Entangled: An InstallationI can't wait for this up coming First Friday showing. The artist this month is Katie Ludwick, aka, Lady Pajama. I think she's awesome! She is one of my favorite local Missoula artists. Here is a sample of her work and what she has to say about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaHbRQCLg07tKmxZQtHGOMksdo7yxhIbFQCj9oUihAgn4JUYPJXaBEFX8AaFVFSPB1VetlFrsYYdzVIAjrDzAwEzV3ycHHIBo_3dP952w44mPS8gFO2FwyRhyaq5VyBez6jyT1zsffo_V/s1600/word001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaHbRQCLg07tKmxZQtHGOMksdo7yxhIbFQCj9oUihAgn4JUYPJXaBEFX8AaFVFSPB1VetlFrsYYdzVIAjrDzAwEzV3ycHHIBo_3dP952w44mPS8gFO2FwyRhyaq5VyBez6jyT1zsffo_V/s320/word001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577725385739527986" border="0" /></a>In this fresh and insightful installation ladypajama weaves together collage and drawing. Caught in a web of string and lace the viewer will certainly be intrigued by these fragments of ladypajama's mind -- each piece is a window into the artists inner blundering.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGSktQXu-5o4ae4CBWcY_SzAzOMLzuXtUGQR7ula6WQfmnSJqDg9K9r6lUBn4DXTAILHVDoKMkuIxGjGPsY4W9SqOc72k5X3zgxScxSZdQisFRFLMldntIUNvTC4IcRi9oAtKWHHBoFYH/s1600/mail.google.com.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGSktQXu-5o4ae4CBWcY_SzAzOMLzuXtUGQR7ula6WQfmnSJqDg9K9r6lUBn4DXTAILHVDoKMkuIxGjGPsY4W9SqOc72k5X3zgxScxSZdQisFRFLMldntIUNvTC4IcRi9oAtKWHHBoFYH/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577724586373285842" border="0" /></a>What is entangled here? Memories, pieces of the past, hopes for the future, evidence of life -- lived and loved.<br /><br />Showing March 2nd - 30th. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Opening Reception: </span> 5:00-9:00 Friday, March 4th.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-10991436062924978572011-02-16T06:20:00.000-08:002011-02-16T06:36:30.351-08:00Sale This Week!<div style="text-align: center;">This week only in the Gallery:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >10% off all Original Wall Art!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">That's anything hanging on the wall. Maybe you didn't get what you wanted for Valentine's Day... Maybe you have had your eye on a particular piece of art... Maybe you just feel like treating yourself to some scrumptuous eye candy...<br /></span></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHfKMUfpp_o2OLp-GoVRqjQeY8OTNyrck8kPnythhqijxt0U_7_rS3vSYO9Tt9ohxkOjyZ4QVi0XSFKWhdzIeXoy9a5PzMaZKqEtpGUf3FBEEjwmIMJG5RH91DUPTsFO6WMjHSnZX9C_W/s1600/07_Gardner.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHfKMUfpp_o2OLp-GoVRqjQeY8OTNyrck8kPnythhqijxt0U_7_rS3vSYO9Tt9ohxkOjyZ4QVi0XSFKWhdzIeXoy9a5PzMaZKqEtpGUf3FBEEjwmIMJG5RH91DUPTsFO6WMjHSnZX9C_W/s320/07_Gardner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574295023664434114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Wednesday February 16</span> through <span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday February 19</span><br /></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-37818662896780893172011-01-29T13:26:00.000-08:002011-01-29T13:28:04.897-08:00Prints by Elizabeth Claire RoseI have a love affair with <a href="http://www.etsy.com/">Etsy</a>. I am always looking for new things to make me "ooooh" and "awwww" and Etsy is a great place for finding that.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUww9uZqknxuz9h2nuYj8jg_xV_tdIZh3a75hZqQZ0gxkFe01X7aYsKbNOcSZrMt_DToT4pEd12ChteRQIwgHszE6H-sxvZqXk1ruVKujCJ80_lwkfCXkEGBZY9hF-6v9qnTSEhaakQHWs/s1600/il_570xN.107757940.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUww9uZqknxuz9h2nuYj8jg_xV_tdIZh3a75hZqQZ0gxkFe01X7aYsKbNOcSZrMt_DToT4pEd12ChteRQIwgHszE6H-sxvZqXk1ruVKujCJ80_lwkfCXkEGBZY9hF-6v9qnTSEhaakQHWs/s320/il_570xN.107757940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567721345409875906" border="0" /></a><br />So, one day while browsing Missoula artists I found Elizabeth Claire Rose. I was so impressed by her prints and photos that I asked her if she would like to bring a few by for the gallery. She said she would (yay!). Just yesterday brought me a huge assortment of prints: photographic, block, and intaglio. She has some greeting cards and magnets made of her work as well.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinl8R0ghMW3kqo5V8r6OZYufylOwzVWwHvA5skIp3KHC5ak1CItv9JmL_W03oAUkKrGFrA3T6lGYXiKVEMy5GLZ0ztgLMZYNrG0P5fdIMgJO4oGmOgQ8AJhyphenhyphenqznUUuVWFz2uaNRwODPOr/s1600/il_570xN.125592386.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinl8R0ghMW3kqo5V8r6OZYufylOwzVWwHvA5skIp3KHC5ak1CItv9JmL_W03oAUkKrGFrA3T6lGYXiKVEMy5GLZ0ztgLMZYNrG0P5fdIMgJO4oGmOgQ8AJhyphenhyphenqznUUuVWFz2uaNRwODPOr/s400/il_570xN.125592386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567720943526585042" border="0" /></a><br />I would have asked her to write a bio like some of the other artists here in the shop, but she's on her way to Eastern Europe tomorrow and just a little busy getting ready. Maybe later.<br /><br />Till then, you MUST come see her work in person.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-87229275984213685032011-01-18T13:04:00.001-08:002011-01-18T13:24:08.913-08:00Have You Ever?Have you ever had one of those times - maybe a day, maybe a month - when you were full of ideas and brimming with intent? When everything you tried to create, do, make, say, etc., ended up wrong? Well, that is the state of my artistic being right now.<br /><br />I have started 3 projects for <a href="http://www.livingartofmontana.org/Home.asp">the Light Show</a> and scrapped them all. I had 2 different ideas for the <a href="http://sandpiperartgallery.com">Birds and Bees show</a> in Polson in February, but in practice they weren't as intriguing as I imagined. Or I just couldn't get my ideas across on canvas, one or the other.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />These things happen.<br /><br />It's just nice when they don't too.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-27678606808540631822011-01-03T10:10:00.000-08:002011-01-03T10:40:14.682-08:00Call to Artists!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaiu6jNA0gU91EX_qGRTxzVB3ul29EdMvsWon76s7yDZjCcLfCWe-_ASP3Esaramh9Adh1CYTER3Ub6hA6Q7WWVkWB9uH07LEon6VCQKf3DuK_VKAQ9NEgdFxDCbR_-E1jaC-kNcC9g4W/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaiu6jNA0gU91EX_qGRTxzVB3ul29EdMvsWon76s7yDZjCcLfCWe-_ASP3Esaramh9Adh1CYTER3Ub6hA6Q7WWVkWB9uH07LEon6VCQKf3DuK_VKAQ9NEgdFxDCbR_-E1jaC-kNcC9g4W/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558030472459674434" border="0" /></a><br />Ok. It's time to get this new year rolling along.<br /><br />I'm looking to fill spots in the gallery for the First Friday art walk from February till June of this year. If you or anyone you know has an itch to get their art out into the world, please email me with three or four .jpeg images of the art that you would like to display to artsiehorse@gmail.com under the header: First Friday!<br /><br />Any medium will be considered, though I have a special affinity for mixed media and fiber art...<br /><br />The display area is 15' along one wall and 12' along another. The face of the wall is brick and mortar. If the work is 3 dimensional we have ways to accommodate a limited number of pieces.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-9416197454999642612010-12-28T15:20:00.000-08:002010-12-28T15:51:53.818-08:00My Entries for Living Arts MontanaA couple of months ago, friend of mine talked me into doing a donation piece for the Living Arts of Montana's 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> annual <span style="font-style: italic;">Light Show</span>. She is a volunteer for the group and was recruiting artists. I had heard about this show from other artist friends of mine who had participated in past years. All had nothing but good things to say about the experience. Though, I really had no idea what Living Arts did or what the donation would go to, refusing a chance to include a piece of my work seemed insane! The Light Show is to be held on May 14 at the Hilton Garden Inn in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Missoula</span>.<br /><br />So I had to get to know a bit about the organization to really know what this was all about about. I mean, I can't enter a piece into an auction that benefits something horrific. (Not that I thought it was...)<br /><br />According to Living Art of Montana's website:<br /><span style="color:#000000;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Living Art presents at local, national and international workshops and conferences and teaches classes for professional care-givers and at the University of Montana Social Work Department.</span><br />and:<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong></strong><span style="font-style: italic;">Living Art works with other health care providers and organizations who share a common vision of creating holistic and integrative options for wellness.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(<a href="http://login.npwebsiteservices.com/Living_Art_of_MontanaQNISNJ/Home.asp">Living Art of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Missoula's</span> Website</a>)<br /></span></span><br />This year's Light Show theme is "An Evening in Red". I hadn't had much time to think about what I was going to submit what with the opening of the gallery and so many stinking holidays and events happening in the last bunch of weeks. So, now that things are more settled I thought hard about what that would mean to me, how I would capture it, what media I would use, how big it should be, etc. I've finally got a solid idea started.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000;">Sneak peek</span> at the sketch...<br /><br /></div><span style="color:#000000;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVg-QyVepqam_stCuNrupOnTqU69G2uCSZMU-htYU8omazL_ADuAyPUjU1mRDFB4eh-LOrsu_9h2Pbxb1OgybJPhyphenhyphen7a_xGhhj7rLKYd2WHDm6JYJViqUvnDsB78jJxyb39NqKOmE8kgHSY/s1600/light+001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVg-QyVepqam_stCuNrupOnTqU69G2uCSZMU-htYU8omazL_ADuAyPUjU1mRDFB4eh-LOrsu_9h2Pbxb1OgybJPhyphenhyphen7a_xGhhj7rLKYd2WHDm6JYJViqUvnDsB78jJxyb39NqKOmE8kgHSY/s400/light+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555881295683681778" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span><span><span style="color:#000000;"><span>Yes, it is intentionally obscured. I'll post more progress pictures as time goes on. Now that the holidays are over, I'll have more time to devote to the studio (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">yaay</span>!) and less pressure to create for fairs and for gifts.<br /><br />The nice folks at Living Arts also invited all the artists signed up for the Light Show to exhibit in February one different piece of work in a group show. I think I'll include this one:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span><span style="color:#000000;"><span><span style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcr5cnMg7d9o7FSn4g5HlBi3lxjYCUPf1Ywmp5ojI2HFAZFL1WiYNn7BlYfcKIYgmD_apBY3EWxNFFWjGTofJaej2OfckFTOwboDzuEjOMPjF3JsK1xGXVTSDF94CwNg3coEzSX7eNmhF/s1600/light+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcr5cnMg7d9o7FSn4g5HlBi3lxjYCUPf1Ywmp5ojI2HFAZFL1WiYNn7BlYfcKIYgmD_apBY3EWxNFFWjGTofJaej2OfckFTOwboDzuEjOMPjF3JsK1xGXVTSDF94CwNg3coEzSX7eNmhF/s400/light+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555883641578208402" border="0" /></a></span>If you want to see it in person, it's in the gallery. Come on by!</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-24163272949535709072010-12-15T15:43:00.000-08:002010-12-15T16:24:32.508-08:00Kelly Smith, a.k.a, Stella Latwinski<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvor3QuO2WGKv4v3koQzsIukzM53LZMMFf2V5tmsxA-rU44L4AXVAeiT15eS6mwTKXWADVr6bdHWhddPf2l4hINTfIh9lrRY9AWVBiuTzbR7FcyRKSfbT2bZpfdQl2b4nmuKSQk40IO1AN/s1600/stella+002.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvor3QuO2WGKv4v3koQzsIukzM53LZMMFf2V5tmsxA-rU44L4AXVAeiT15eS6mwTKXWADVr6bdHWhddPf2l4hINTfIh9lrRY9AWVBiuTzbR7FcyRKSfbT2bZpfdQl2b4nmuKSQk40IO1AN/s400/stella+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551067893432198962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just last May, Kelly finished graduation at the University of Montana, Missoula with a master's degree in Economics. She quickly found a job at an environmental consulting firm and her career was on its way. But, just months after her graduation, Kelly let go of her new career and chose to be a full time freelance artist and illustrator. She hasn't looked back since.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">She has changed her working name to Stella Latwinski -in honor of her grandmother- in order to separate her artistic side from her Kelly-ness.<br /><br />One of her characters, Unconventional Ida, has had a loyal following and has inspired an entire world of unconventionality.<br /><br />Kelly's, er... Stella's, usual artistic M.O. is Sakura Pigma Micron pens and Prismacolor colored pencil on recycled wood block or board that she gets as leftovers from her father-in-law's cabinet shop. She has recently been expanding her canvas to include jewelry and Moleskine Journals.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiG9XyKe0x2fn4oDGynykzA2PKLrfzm5DmH5Zc4DXA81XQDfQ0vvg8eQUGiGJY9rs-VKm9bA7JkqHMMuaSrxGH7XmbzjyPkPsJqr7huLFrF1edOOwOhqmyL-0Ysz7jPccIWJJwk4v5hJac/s1600/stella+001.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiG9XyKe0x2fn4oDGynykzA2PKLrfzm5DmH5Zc4DXA81XQDfQ0vvg8eQUGiGJY9rs-VKm9bA7JkqHMMuaSrxGH7XmbzjyPkPsJqr7huLFrF1edOOwOhqmyL-0Ysz7jPccIWJJwk4v5hJac/s1600/stella+001.JPG"> </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLvT2-CSG1j26T7T4ThxlYOt3oVon9aJPmevm_nj_mXSM6IGcSDctNul75qevHl_R2EAymru_indq5-PxHYfXVZUNS6yCFj3VnzpfFYSPhKh8bi-abtv88T_JcAXfKrkmxzr3BcPSPUzG/s1600/stella+001.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLvT2-CSG1j26T7T4ThxlYOt3oVon9aJPmevm_nj_mXSM6IGcSDctNul75qevHl_R2EAymru_indq5-PxHYfXVZUNS6yCFj3VnzpfFYSPhKh8bi-abtv88T_JcAXfKrkmxzr3BcPSPUzG/s400/stella+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551067667885377218" border="0" /></a><br />Artsiehorse Studio & Gallery is ecstatic to be able to carry some of her wood mounted prints, Journals, and Greeting Cards!<br /><br />Visit her at her website:<br /><a href="http://www.stellalatwinski.com/">stellalatwinski.com</a><br /></div></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-51744040499123531302010-12-14T12:20:00.000-08:002010-12-14T12:39:21.874-08:00Spotlight on Pam Cozby<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUeWsdaBrfKJDHE0DRu6o3-c61tUNvn_d0mbpzlBtPW7RCfXXlF625QWH8t8ZZWfGHs8qvvxsVE-UmSIGWSg8hxFUMbTjX57A-cgCpp0F8VWIghm36CuiV3QRoWKlco2R_60YY0ASBENvK/s1600/pamcozby+004.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUeWsdaBrfKJDHE0DRu6o3-c61tUNvn_d0mbpzlBtPW7RCfXXlF625QWH8t8ZZWfGHs8qvvxsVE-UmSIGWSg8hxFUMbTjX57A-cgCpp0F8VWIghm36CuiV3QRoWKlco2R_60YY0ASBENvK/s400/pamcozby+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550636616246328050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These beautiful fabric bowl sculptures are the work of Pam Cozby, another member of the TARTS fiber artist group out of Hamilton, Montana. Her work is entirely her own. With the help of a computer, Pam creates the patterns on the bowls from photos. Then she prints them onto plain white fabric to create one of a kind designs and finishes off with intricate stitching.<br />The result is absolutely stunning!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02ZFSvx4HayHx0j8E6sKEliytncYagA68__UR14m3gIVi2jtLKnc9SlVGvqkFHoq_PzeIWsu_B16kGT7zBAlNk6IVTBbyIm8Fdb4Oqlom_vMT7N7k6SN5huaK22RWC9iGK-GBGx2hjTA9/s1600/pamcozby+002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02ZFSvx4HayHx0j8E6sKEliytncYagA68__UR14m3gIVi2jtLKnc9SlVGvqkFHoq_PzeIWsu_B16kGT7zBAlNk6IVTBbyIm8Fdb4Oqlom_vMT7N7k6SN5huaK22RWC9iGK-GBGx2hjTA9/s400/pamcozby+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550636702224866930" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Every piece is a unique creation. There are boxes and vases, bowls and platter shaped designs. Some are fuzzy, and some are sleek. They all beg to be held.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgMwjcu-ZBLCEbdmKtAS3nBMz528b1e3WRbS4f7WRlmWtKAGiTXBQW7C86BDuMlbNpNxQEutcYmfpJWRjiZA5m7UBAyO_H0SxRM-6neMCeKzjvyyDVKmfumPRkqC9drEJ_1DMQIZwvWQQ/s1600/pamcozby+003.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgMwjcu-ZBLCEbdmKtAS3nBMz528b1e3WRbS4f7WRlmWtKAGiTXBQW7C86BDuMlbNpNxQEutcYmfpJWRjiZA5m7UBAyO_H0SxRM-6neMCeKzjvyyDVKmfumPRkqC9drEJ_1DMQIZwvWQQ/s1600/pamcozby+003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgMwjcu-ZBLCEbdmKtAS3nBMz528b1e3WRbS4f7WRlmWtKAGiTXBQW7C86BDuMlbNpNxQEutcYmfpJWRjiZA5m7UBAyO_H0SxRM-6neMCeKzjvyyDVKmfumPRkqC9drEJ_1DMQIZwvWQQ/s400/pamcozby+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550636622441162370" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Stop by and see what she has done lately...<br /></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-56423598653852588622010-12-01T12:36:00.001-08:002010-12-14T12:46:56.198-08:00Anita Mistry–Itsamistry Design Studio<p> </p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anita Mistry is a friend, as she would say, from the other side of the pond. Anita harks from Ashton-Under-Lyne, Greater Manchester, England and has graciously sent some of her divine handmade jewelry for sale here in the States.</span></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_athSRZcFWQY/TPaxzirfPvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OWho4wBfELk/s1600-h/Picture%20164%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="Picture 164" alt="Picture 164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_athSRZcFWQY/TPax06_uSuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EmKZIzy0pCw/Picture%20164_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="226" /></a></p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Itsamistry Design Studio specializes in hand crafted jewelry, made mainly from sterling silver, combined with semi precious stones, artisan or glass beads, Swarovski or Czech crystals. Anita designs and custom makes a unique range of her own designs, where no two pieces of jewelry are the same or designs pieces incorporating client’s ideas and themes. The product range includes necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets and hairpieces and is now being diversified into cake jewelry. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anita was also invited to submit a craft jewelry project recently for a National Craft Magazine about the Ananta Bead Necklaces (which are stocked in the Gallery!) and was subsequently asked to run a workshop in the USA and is further developing a series of workshops at her studio for adults and children from age 8 upwards.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">See more of Anita’s jewelry, paintings, greeting cards and other artsy creations on her website. <a title="http://www.itsamistrydesignstudio.com/" href="http://www.itsamistrydesignstudio.com/">http://www.itsamistrydesignstudio.com/</a></span></p>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-17784695443492680582010-11-20T13:23:00.000-08:002010-11-20T13:31:48.413-08:00On a Frosty Saturday Afternoon...<div style="text-align: center;">T'was a dark, cold, wintery, blustery, frozen solid Montana afternoon...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmP5odKSrryeQOMTOfEFKtIXxcqcrpEGL682fNTcFdPn0xLZ1EyIRufetCBLEMIdEIl_nMUfRp8VbYxL81UTjzU9574Xj6fiRzcuwOGyJWxp78H1H6LKuAo45yuOsH3xxM3i5krgWgxeR/s1600/felt+007.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmP5odKSrryeQOMTOfEFKtIXxcqcrpEGL682fNTcFdPn0xLZ1EyIRufetCBLEMIdEIl_nMUfRp8VbYxL81UTjzU9574Xj6fiRzcuwOGyJWxp78H1H6LKuAo45yuOsH3xxM3i5krgWgxeR/s1600/felt+007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmP5odKSrryeQOMTOfEFKtIXxcqcrpEGL682fNTcFdPn0xLZ1EyIRufetCBLEMIdEIl_nMUfRp8VbYxL81UTjzU9574Xj6fiRzcuwOGyJWxp78H1H6LKuAo45yuOsH3xxM3i5krgWgxeR/s400/felt+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541746288972604850" border="0" /></a><br />My fingers needed warming. The wool was calling me.<br />So I gathered roving and needles, scissors and foam mat.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0I59bHQb91O9bnh2bdjHsf2DMO1TqNJCZCxlDBIqjayYB_-iZuvsS7wuoflPlsMr7NEAXhA7tzT2qe-Bogtn35yvMudtirTFzGXTzmD5ctBXOoWyPQT3OLpqtIhtHxa5bJXhU_a7Aihp/s1600/felt+001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0I59bHQb91O9bnh2bdjHsf2DMO1TqNJCZCxlDBIqjayYB_-iZuvsS7wuoflPlsMr7NEAXhA7tzT2qe-Bogtn35yvMudtirTFzGXTzmD5ctBXOoWyPQT3OLpqtIhtHxa5bJXhU_a7Aihp/s400/felt+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541746270588932370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And created some friends who wouldn't melt away any time soon.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicsII-BHk-R0vVexwuGAkIERWcikJvR7xJu8wOcrhFsTZrztxsWdtTlQVD-XsUugUbWXn-X6MyJLQHFuwD8yWHOFrLOgXCkkc7MmB6Jua4sOhnytJ9LkOw9nxHqutcTOO-bEANg20r3ofP/s1600/felt+008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicsII-BHk-R0vVexwuGAkIERWcikJvR7xJu8wOcrhFsTZrztxsWdtTlQVD-XsUugUbWXn-X6MyJLQHFuwD8yWHOFrLOgXCkkc7MmB6Jua4sOhnytJ9LkOw9nxHqutcTOO-bEANg20r3ofP/s400/felt+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541746281437306018" border="0" /></a><br />Snowman Ornaments. Fun!<br /></div>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-64640375020160309302010-11-18T15:05:00.000-08:002010-11-18T15:52:00.714-08:00Naked Va Vang! Jewelry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhChiNK4TFm4dKkDLNQnrqvkidbbl_k9K9N8mNWdQgEX4Cw2jO8rRxoKhFZvTBHRmcAWrTzug9JEmx6gHgnpuxVAISE3l_Ph38E7GF0eWbTBGZvzh70ezNqEM4mKFRaMmh-4xw827QtHQ/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhChiNK4TFm4dKkDLNQnrqvkidbbl_k9K9N8mNWdQgEX4Cw2jO8rRxoKhFZvTBHRmcAWrTzug9JEmx6gHgnpuxVAISE3l_Ph38E7GF0eWbTBGZvzh70ezNqEM4mKFRaMmh-4xw827QtHQ/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541041089967797570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC9yIMTquiIBaapc4t_A6rc7FSy5vT9kQwUEjhjfquWu59c28MVaOjY58VaYKTjdNeOgc5fxOml2JQTbZsPpts0fGW4l4nInSdSrGxslwALu7WnmYU6C6lRIrzTOTblYp0jUf11gX5jf0/s1600/011.JPG"> </a>Terra Hanks is a wild child who designs wild awesome jewelry! This is what she has to say about her art and herself:<br /><br />"My Biz:<br />Naked Va Vang...Naked & Golden ( in Vietnamese)<br /><br />"Terra Marcella Hoon Hanks is my name and I am the big (and only) boss/worker of the aforementioned business. I am eclectic and erratic but always emphatic. I have forever loved to make things with my own two hands...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC9yIMTquiIBaapc4t_A6rc7FSy5vT9kQwUEjhjfquWu59c28MVaOjY58VaYKTjdNeOgc5fxOml2JQTbZsPpts0fGW4l4nInSdSrGxslwALu7WnmYU6C6lRIrzTOTblYp0jUf11gX5jf0/s1600/011.JPG"> </a><br />"One of the first projects I remember doing is sewing Christmas presents-underwear topped off with a Santa stencil (for the males) and lavender drawer sachets( for the ladies). I think I was 8. I too, think it was for the entire extended family. I am not sure who's idea it was-whether my mom was embarking on cheap child labor or just trying to impregnate me with creativity-either way i started using the hands to do creative things and it just kept going.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC9yIMTquiIBaapc4t_A6rc7FSy5vT9kQwUEjhjfquWu59c28MVaOjY58VaYKTjdNeOgc5fxOml2JQTbZsPpts0fGW4l4nInSdSrGxslwALu7WnmYU6C6lRIrzTOTblYp0jUf11gX5jf0/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC9yIMTquiIBaapc4t_A6rc7FSy5vT9kQwUEjhjfquWu59c28MVaOjY58VaYKTjdNeOgc5fxOml2JQTbZsPpts0fGW4l4nInSdSrGxslwALu7WnmYU6C6lRIrzTOTblYp0jUf11gX5jf0/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541040552364458914" border="0" /></a>"My inspirations used to live in about a two mile radius. I grew up with a twin sister. We were home-schooled on a farm-with horses+-in Iowa, so we would venture out collecting wonders of nature, daydreaming, spying on ghosts, horseback riding, pretending, and living freeeeeeeeeee. My collecting has definitely not stopped. I have piles of rocks and seeds and pods and leaves and bones and teeth and fur and feathers and even beautiful garbage. I love to make things with other found things. Always have. However, now that we have the world wide web and i have some years of travel under my belt, i have found global inspirations in the following in no apparent order....<br /><br />*Cleopatra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MkKOjVAcWW5KV0acQHFlZhSidJ3Vb43yoM7gAq_EID2UM7ph_JkN_wDRcbts8SKn4I1wcG0iziqGFCyAGnexvZ-WtowyyXisVXpSe6WeaAsdyfi84vb-lhKr_5zLVyHaYighqobQywNV/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MkKOjVAcWW5KV0acQHFlZhSidJ3Vb43yoM7gAq_EID2UM7ph_JkN_wDRcbts8SKn4I1wcG0iziqGFCyAGnexvZ-WtowyyXisVXpSe6WeaAsdyfi84vb-lhKr_5zLVyHaYighqobQywNV/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541040219257727810" border="0" /></a><br />*Sea Slugs<br />*Tribal Namibian Women<br />*Science<br />*Natural History<br />*Barbarella<br />*Mineral Oddities<br />*Old Black & Whites<br />*Jacques Cousteau<br />*Barnacles<br />*Make Believe<br />*Animal Patterns<br />*Fabric<br />*Geology<br />*Native Americans<br />*Yellowstone<br />*Carnivorous Plants<br />*Netflix<br />*Bikes<br />*Coral Reefs<br />*Clouds<br />*Recycling<br />*My Gran<br />*Crinoids<br />*A Certain Gypsum Shoe<br /><br />"These various inspirations evolve and morph into others before my eyes. One leads to another to another to another....another....other...an....but chiefly, the ocean and geology send me crazy creative.<br /><br />"I am fiercely independent, so I strive to bring individuality to my jewels & osmotically instill the same within its wearer. I am also a huge fan of reusing, recycling, reconstructing, revamping, redoing, resurrecting, resurging...re-ing pretty much anyway it can be done. I think we've got enough stuff on this planet to keep us all busy for awhile-so i do what i can to change old forgotten wonders into fresh hits. I hate using capitals when I type but I am fighting that hatred, because you see, I am also a fighter. And a lover. And a dreamer. Pretty much like everybody else. Ha! I have two jobs. I am a wild land firefighter for the big bucks and when I can't do fire I do jewels...I find the balance of femininity through my jewels. And at the end of a long summer in the woods with 20 dirty boys I need it! I am in love. I am fearless of everything except rejection. I long for the beach-always. I am a good friend. I look forward to meeting you-the reader and wearer of things created by my hands. I thank you.<br /><br /><br />"You can find me at:<br /><a href="http://nakedvavang.etsy.com/" target="_blank">nakedvavang.etsy.com</a><br />and naked va vang as <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/Naked-Va-Vang/132309520153421">my fan page</a> on facebook<br />nakedvavang on <a href="http://twitter.com/nakedvavang">twitter</a><br /><br />*if you mention having read this i will hook you up with treats*"<br /><br /><table><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px;"><span style="cursor: pointer;"><img src="http://www.etsy.com/convos/get_convo_image.php?convo_id=35079898&image_id=10433649&image_type=thumb" class="grey_border" alt="message image" width="75" height="75" /> </span></td><td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px;"><span style="cursor: pointer;"><img src="http://www.etsy.com/convos/get_convo_image.php?convo_id=35079898&image_id=10433653&image_type=thumb" class="grey_border" alt="message image" width="75" height="75" /> </span></td></tr></tbody></table>Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-1433325809038915132010-11-15T11:32:00.000-08:002010-11-15T17:24:00.276-08:00Heidi Zielinski - Fiber Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFc1U_HjaBV2Khvak2xK3Xe62zYTODtqZGkSlMvwcyNCopw37eDMWQKuHqC_2yLz-DDL3zGzznNw1-rdqh5BcHPGYuXcvaPwsQqoti74CzXvjm0qEdrXQUeZ-uk4dbLw5MWerChfz4Brx/s1600/heidi+005.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFc1U_HjaBV2Khvak2xK3Xe62zYTODtqZGkSlMvwcyNCopw37eDMWQKuHqC_2yLz-DDL3zGzznNw1-rdqh5BcHPGYuXcvaPwsQqoti74CzXvjm0qEdrXQUeZ-uk4dbLw5MWerChfz4Brx/s200/heidi+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539866620616022578" border="0" /></a><br />One of the first artists to include their work in the gallery was Heidi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zielinski</span>. She found me through the TARTS, a fiber art group based in Hamilton, MT when I put out a call to artists through them. Being a fiber artist myself, I wanted to be sure and include some of the fine work of other Montana fiber artists. Click to link to her <a href="http://heidizielinski.com/">website</a>, or her blog <a href="http://fiberintoartbyheidi.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<br /><br />This is what she has to say about her art:<br /><br />"I am a fiber artist using fabric, beads, and thread to create art quilts that reflect the beauty and joy of nature and life. I use color, line, and texture to make abstract images that invoke feelings and memories. I am inspired by color and pattern in fabric and sometimes by interesting beads or fibers to create art that is exciting and unique.<br /><br /><br />"Although my quilts reflect a variety of techniques and styles, my most frequent composition is a collage type background using machine piecing and machine applique. My work is mad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DCgkEPbx_my9CNDERmRee7Foe1_dW8NkCu1VJGORL0GhhpsOxiy2P1Vq7qjeu-RadihdirBb5uEAVQCgjc87rdMqm10hFaqj1iu9-a9j0yTDLVd9fz0tSQDMLQ21FP0aVtvNTHorZkKo/s1600/heidi+004.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DCgkEPbx_my9CNDERmRee7Foe1_dW8NkCu1VJGORL0GhhpsOxiy2P1Vq7qjeu-RadihdirBb5uEAVQCgjc87rdMqm10hFaqj1iu9-a9j0yTDLVd9fz0tSQDMLQ21FP0aVtvNTHorZkKo/s200/heidi+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539866822231928594" border="0" /></a>e up of layers beginning with the fabric, enhanced by free motion quilting, and finished off with beading or other embellishment. I use each layer to create paths that help to move the viewer's eye around the piece to discover the details I have put there. I love to combine unusual colors and textures creating interest and sometimes an unexpected result. I am inspired to use stone, bone, horn, and glass beads of many styles, as well as the traditional seed beads and bugles. The beads are a wonderful compliment to the texture and pattern of the fabric and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">threadwork</span>.<br /><br />"I create depth, texture, and movement on my work with intensive free motion quilting and by using cutouts, layering, dangling beads/fringe and fabric (often leaves), and whatever else works to bring the quilt out from the wall and grab your interest. My passion for my work can be seen in every piece I create and I still marvel at the beauty of it."Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412293590381885841.post-80316446145887786592010-11-13T12:15:00.000-08:002010-11-13T12:21:02.944-08:00Re thinking Re organizationI'm redoing this space. Cleaning house, updating and freshening.<br /><br />I'm hoping for this to be a new era in my life and as such, I'm refocusing. I will still have posts about my goat and my kids. I'll still talk about home renovations (which are going to slowly for my taste). But, my main focus is going to be my lovely shop and the artist who grace it.<br /><br />Check back to find out more.Melanie Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07840976834351587818noreply@blogger.com0