Mixing my Media…

Only in Two’s

There will be no happy or sad love poetry today. There will be no special someone who reveals themselves like some sappy “girl movie.” There will be no flowers, chocolates or even a hot sassy date later for me. But there will be art… particularly this collage that I started last night and finished this morning:

This piece will possibly be part of a series (or not) depending on if I have time this semester to work on it and/or I just decide it was a bad idea. I was thinking of calling the series “The Domestic Lady.” Here is what I wrote about it in my sketch book:
The home always on the mind
The mindless busy-work tasks
How are we different from our fore-mothers?
How are we alike?

Someday I Suppose.

I forgot to post yesterday’s image,  I was busy freaking out over the Rhode Island teacher certification exam, aka hours and hours of my life studying for an exam my master’s program failed to prepare me for. Hours I will never get back, plus one night where I slept a total of two hours (that would be last night before the exam this morning).

This piece has nothing to do with the certification exam. It has to do with marriage and will that ever happen… sometimes I think I have a better chance at winning the lottery. It’s a nice thought however (marriage, someone to wake to every day, all that good stuff… and maybe the lottery). Right now I can’t seem to get a date so marriage isn’t in my near future… though I fully support everyone’s right to marry. I’m calling this “Someday I Suppose.”

I haven’t come up with a title for today’s collage. I used some cut up pieces of vinyl along with cut up paper on this one.

Smiling

Inside the Box

Small Vices…

Macho Men

I’ve been reading about homoerotisim during the Victorian era… of course the book is more about the homoerotisim (is that a word?) between women during the Victorian era. It’s clearly inspired me nonetheless. Maybe my next image will be a homoerotic one between women.

The book I’m reading is called Between Women: Friendship, Desire and Marriage in Victorian England by Sharon Marcus.  The chapter on marriage is pretty interesting. I think the whole chapter on marriage should be sent to the government, see them try to say gays shouldn’t marry then! Okay maybe the whole argument that what was socially acceptable then should be now isn’t the greatest argument. But fact is, women then could have open, marriage-like relationships with another women and it was socially acceptable. How pathetic is it that its the 2011 and a gay couple, depending on where they live, can not marry each other, legally?!

wtf and other fun things.

A lot has happened since May. I finished my first year as a graduate student and passed every class! I did not receive a fellowship for my second year in school,but did receive a physical science fund scholarship that is far less money, but is money for school nonetheless. And my girlfriend of two years left the United States, and as some would like to point out, went back to where she came from. I’d like to see them have little rights as a same-sex couple and have their loved ones have to move to another country with the very real possibility of never being reunited.

I can not fathom just moving on with my life when the person I love isn’t here, and won’t be here any time soon. I’m just supposed to go on with my life… we’re supposed to just act like everything is fine. I’m just supposed to go to work and school and make art and be Melanie when I feel like part of me is missing.

Mermaids keep coming to me as an image… it’s not real  life, mermaids seem pretty happy and content just floating around in their fairyland of ocean and fishes. Maybe I should’ve went to graduate school to be a mermaid…