Posts Tagged ‘Tacoma’

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And just like that, the season turns. I don’t know what that Punxsutawney Phil guy thinks he knows, but his predictions rarely apply here. Spring comes early in the Northwest, and yesterday I spied this little harbinger of good things to come. I’ll take the predictions of the trees over any prognosticating rodent.

The sun’s returning in earnest now, too—not just with this batch of unexpected blue skies we’ve had lately, but with noticeably longer days. Everyone here is just a little more cheerful as a result. Suddenly, everywhere are smiles and open windows, as we all breathe in that first hint of fresh spring air.

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I’m not the only one who’s housebound today.

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Winter finally remembered us, and for the last four days the snow has been swirling.

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Today we woke up to a proper blanketing.

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So all over town, people are staying home, and watching through their windows—just like I am.

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Thank you to everybody who commented, emailed, called, tweeted, sent cards and packages, delivered chocolate, or dropped by to keep me company. Your kindness has been so wonderful, so warming. I’m doing fine, for the most part, and though we don’t have all the answers yet, what we do know is there are no broken bones or anything really scary. I go back to the doc on Friday, and hopefully we’ll have a proper diagnosis then, as well as a plan for what comes next.

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Until then, I’m here, waiting in the white.

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Well, Happy New Year indeed. This is how I’m kicking off 2012; nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, I guess.

I was out walking Jessica’s dog Brown in my neighborhood yesterday, when I got hit by a car. It happened at one of those double-T intersections where the cross street ends, then picks back up again further down the block. I was on the main road, approaching the near T-junction, when I saw a the car stop at the far T ahead. He had his blinker on to turn right onto the main street, and I made Brown stop and wait until I was sure of what he was going to do. He turned, and then it appeared he was going to continue straight, right on past me, so I started crossing the street at my T-junction. At the last second, without using his turn signal, he veered to the left, right into my intersection. I yelled for him to stop, but he never saw or heard me. I tried to run out of the way, but he was accelerating, so he hit my left leg before I could clear his car. I went flying forward, crashed on the pavement and dropped the leash, Brown spooked and kept running, and the driver screeched to a halt and jumped out of the car. He was just a kid—sixteen, according to the police report—and even more shaken up than I was. I told him to call 9-1-1, and while he did that, several witnesses ran up to help me out of the street and bring Brown back. The emergency crew was there within minutes, and I had to laugh when the EMT checked me in at the ER and gave the official accident code to the techs: Car vs. Pedestrian. Maybe if the car had been a Smart Car and the pedestrian a Sumo wrestler, things would have ended differently.

I keep thinking of all the ways this could have been worse. If he’d been driving an SUV instead of a compact car. If I’d been one second late in crossing. If I’d been two seconds late in crossing. If he hadn’t stopped. If it had been raining, or dark outside. If there hadn’t been anyone nearby to help. All things considered, I’m mostly okay, and very lucky to be so—but it’s bad enough. I’ve got some sort of knee injury that x-rays couldn’t determine, and I can’t call to make an MRI appointment until tomorrow (happy New Year). I’ve got an impressive collection of scrapes and bruises, and while there’s no walking or driving (stick shift) in my foreseeable future, there are a lot of phone calls to make.

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So all of a sudden, all I have in the world is time. I’m trying to fill it with joyful, quietly productive things, because it makes the waiting easier. And I’ve never been more glad that we traditionally don’t take the Christmas tree down until Twelfth Night.

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As I sit, and sip, and stitch, and sit, I wish more and more for some way to thank the unknown Tacomans who helped me yesterday. The man who helped assess my injuries, lent me a phone to call home, and retrieved Brown. The woman who kept me talking in case of a concussion. The fireman who was so kindly and apologetic about the logistical questions he had to ask. The EMTs who assured me I wasn’t silly, and insisted I accept the “fuss” of an ambulance ride. The police officer who came to see me in the emergency room. Even the shaken teenager who knew enough to do the right thing.

And I wish for everyone else behind the wheel out there to stay present in the moment. Because sometimes looking both ways isn’t enough.

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Every three months my all-time favorite magazine, UPPERCASE, arrives in my mailbox, and productivity in the studio comes to a screeching halt while I drool over each gorgeous page. I’ve been a subscriber since almost the very beginning (if only I could get my paws on those first two sold-out issues!), and impossibly, every new issue is even lovelier than the one before.

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So you can imagine my giddy delight to be included in the latest installment. They had a submissions call for a feature on “labor-intensive illustration,” which was so squarely up my alley that I had to laugh at myself. But I never imagined my little birds would actually be accepted—let alone given a full page. A letterpress colleague received her copy a day or two ahead of me and tipped me off, and I swear I did a little dance around the room.

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UPPERCASE is the brainchild of a gallery by the same name in Calgary, Alberta. The magazine is tailor-made for anyone with a creative soul; every page is devoted to sharing visual inspiration, shedding light on obscure or vintage art and design work, and detailing the work lives and creative spaces of people who do what they love for a living.

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The whole thing is a perfect mix of vintage nostalgia and cutting-edge design, all wrapped up in a sumptuously printed package. If only everything in the world had this much thought and craft behind it.

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But my favorite—I mean, favourite—parts of the magazine are the recurring features. There’s an abecedary in every issue, each with a different theme (which does my bookish* heart good), as well as a series of collections of vintage objects: bottle caps, cereal boxes, even alarm clocks and—in this issue—fishing lures.

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This magazine is truly a thing of beauty, and I hope it’s around for me to keep my subscription going for many years—and issues—to come. You can buy single issues, or start your own subscription, right here.

(* Pssst! Try adding a coupon code to your order!)

Speaking of hodge-podge collections of odds and ends, you should see the piles of things, er, occupying (hint!) my drafting table this month. You see, Art at Work month is almost here, and I’m scrambling to get ready for all the events coming down the pike.

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Who is this, I wonder?

First up is Studio Tour, that crazy-amazing weekend where it seems like half of Tacoma (the entirely wonderful half, as it turns out) stops by for a visit. This is my third time on the circuit, but our fair city is celebrating its tenth fabulous year of shop crawls and arts extravaganzas. So stop on by next weekend—you can print your own letterpress keepsake (trust me, they’re über cool this year!), pick up free Tacoma swag (better get here early, because it’ll disappear fast), shop for a whole bunch of brand new art and handmade items, and be the first to catch our brand new Dead Feminist, a mystery maiden indeed.

10th Annual Tacoma Studio Tour
Saturday and Sunday, November 5 and 6
10 am to 4 pm, Free!
For more info, full artist list, maps and directions, see here

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Look! New stuff!

If you can’t make it to Studio Tour, you can catch a whole bunch of Tacoma artists at the annual Holiday Artist Craft Fair, put together by the lovely folks at Indie Tacoma and Tacoma is for Lovers. Jessica and I will be sharing a table both days, and it’ll stuffed to the brim with bunly goodness illustrated and letterpress goodies.

Holiday Artist Craft Fair
Saturday and Sunday, November 19 and 20
11 am to 4 pm, Free!
King’s Books
218 St. Helens Ave., Tacoma

Last but not least, a gigantic virtual heart-shaped thank you to everyone who made a pledge to fund the Apocalypse Calendar! The project is officially a “go,” and we’ll be on press in November. We’re expecting to ship calendars and Kickstarter rewards in early December, and you’ll find calendars in various retail shops this holiday season. If you missed the Kickstarter project, you’ll be able to place online orders here, starting later this week.

Happy Halloween, and see you in November!

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Commencement Bay from the North End, Tacoma, WA

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Pumpkin patches, Vancouver Island, BC

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First squash haul of the year from Zestful Gardens, Puyallup, WA

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Cranberry harvest, Long Beach, WA

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Japanese maple, Butchart Gardens, Brentwood Bay, BC

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Proctor District in the rain, Tacoma, WA

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St. Johns Bridge, Portland, OR

Have I mentioned that I love autumn in the Northwest?

Holy flying gaggles, but we upped the ante this year!

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I don’t know if it was the gorgeous sunshine that graced us after literally months of dreary rain—

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Colossal portrait by Hutch and the students of Charles Wright Academy

or if it was the near-superhuman feats of linoleum carving—

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or sweet pea’s extra-awesome 2011 poncho—

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but this year’s Wayzgoose was larger than life.

(In case you’re curious, that little Sigwalt press is inked up to print “I got goosed in Tacoma!” in an eye-frying safety orange that would make any Ducks Geese Unlimited hunter proud. I mean, come on—we have standards. This is some high-brow entertainment here.)

Anyway, speaking of geese…

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Ta-daaaa!

As you can see, we took our little Dead Feminists theme somewhat loosely this time. And in fact, we’ve dubbed our print Loosey Goosey, so there! There is a bit of a story behind this one, though. We’ve been equal parts amused and annoyed by the recent crafty and pop-cultural trends involving moustaches and putting birds on things—and for months I’ve been threatening to put a moustache on a bird on something, just to prove a point. I don’t know what that point is, exactly, but I figured it was time to put my moustache where my mouth is.

Which reminds me:

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we weren’t kidding about the ’stache wax. Hey, if you’re going to go, go all out.

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Jessica seemed perfectly at home while operating heavy machinery and sporting a full-on Wilford Brimley look—

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I mostly just looked like Ned Flanders.

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That’s okay, though—synchronized inking is serious business, and this duo don’t mess around.

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And we weren’t the only ones. Lance and Tom of Beautiful Angle, Tacoma’s original letterpress pair, were on hand to show everyone how it’s done. And they have real facial hair, to boot!

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Perennial crowd-pleaser Ric Matthies rounded out the accidental animal theme (we still don’t know how that happened).

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A ridiculously talented crop of newcomers included my friends Katy and Keegan, who comprise Portland’s Keeganmeegan & Co;

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the fabulously clever Sarah Utter of Olympia;

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and Tacoma’s own Audra Laymon, who rose to the occasion beautifully.

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Many, many thanks to all the supporters, enthusiasts and volunteers who turned out in droves;

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to Katy Meegan and Mary Holste for snapping ’stache shots for us;

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to King’s for being the host with the most;

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and to the Tacoma Arts Commission for sponsoring our steamroller shenanigans.

So … tell me.

Is it too soon to start cookin’ up next year’s ‘goose?

Hi. Remember me? That’s okay, I don’t remember me, either.

Next time I try to rationalize to myself the reasons for not blogging, and I think, There’s no time, I’m going to remind myself that at least I don’t have to hand-carve my blog, backwards, out of a gigantic industrial sheet of linoleum, and then print it in the street with a steamroller.

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Wait. Maybe that would actually get me to blog more often.

Anyway, Jessica and I have locked ourselves in her studio with an armful of Talking Heads records (go, portable turntable!) and some very sharp knives. Don’t worry about us, though—it’s just an annual tradition here in T-town.

That’s because this Sunday is the seventh annual Wayzgoose, that crazy letterpress block party that draws hordes, flocks, gaggles of people to King’s Books for some seriously huge fun. And we’ll be polishing up our street cred with the main event—steamroller printing. We’ll be pounding that pavement come rain or shine (please, pray for shine), so stop by and check it out!

7th Annual Wayzgoose
Sunday, April 17, 2011
11 am to 4 pm
Free!
King’s Books
218 St. Helens Ave., Tacoma
More information and artist roster here

Near the top of a very long list of things I love about Tacoma is the sheer number of people here who know what the heck a Wayzgoose is. If you haven’t experienced ours for yourself yet, you’re in for a treat. Meet a whole host of local and regional artists; shop a huge array of letterpress art and gifts; make your own books and posters; and don’t forget to bring a t-shirt! The D.I.Y. screen printing booth will back by popular demand, and this year, some of the street-printing artists (including yours truly) are going to have bite-sized versions of their steamroller designs ready to be made into t-shirts. I know what I’ll be wearing this weekend.

Speaking of which … Jessica and I don’t want to ruin the surprise, so we’re keeping our design under wraps for now. But let’s just say that this year we’ll be getting our feathers ruffled—

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—and breaking out the ’stache wax.

See you Sunday!

Some blogger I turned out to be. The normal day-to-day juggling that comes with the territory has escalated into a death-defying circus act while I get ready to exhibit at Codex, the super-big-deal biennial international book arts conference in Berkeley, coming up in a few weeks. So now instead of a blog, a business, a bunch of Dead Feminists and a book—it feels like I’m juggling flaming torches. And I always seem to drop the blog first. Sorry about that.

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A composite of two image flats.

Anyway, after a good, long run, my Local Conditions exhibit is closing tomorrow afternoon, and this week I’ve been revisiting some of my favorite images from the book. This one always gets me thinking about how much a city can change over the course of a century, and how for a newcomer like me, that change isn’t always apparent. There aren’t always little plaques or signposts to tell you what used to exist where you’re standing now—or even any evidence at all of how things used to be.

This scene depicts the Drumheller Fountain (also known as Frosh Pond), located on the University of Washington campus in Seattle. Incidentally, on my first trip to the Northwest almost exactly four years ago, I was standing on this very spot when I saw Mt. Rainier for the first time. This is where the idea for the book first struck me—although at the time it was a very different, and much simpler concept. And at that moment, I had no idea that the view itself had a history all its own.

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Photo courtesy of the University of Washington Library

This is Frosh Pond in 1909, when it was called Geyser Basin (part of the so-called “Arctic Circle”), and when it was not a part of campus, but the centerpiece of the University’s predecessor, the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition.

The A-Y-P showcased the natural and economic resources of the Pacific Northwest with pomp and splendor. To mirror the purpose of the exposition, the fairgrounds (designed by the famous Olmsted Brothers) brought the region’s greatest symbol into stunning focus. This so-called “Rainier Vista,” culminating in the Arctic Circle, helped draw in 3.7 million visitors over the fair’s four-month duration.

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Courtesy of the University of Washington Library

Very little evidence remains of the A-Y-P fairgrounds today; the vast majority of the fair’s buildings were temporary, and even the landscape design of the modern University has all but obscured the original layout of the A-Y-P grounds. But the Arctic Circle is still there, and when you step out from behind a row of blooming cherry trees in the spring, the Rainier Vista still hits you with full force.

Speaking of fairgrounds, closer to T-Town is another historical remnant—this time, however, instead of a long-past event with only a marker left behind to hint at what was, these fairgrounds still hold to their original purpose today.

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Illustration by Eddie Sato, Camp Harmony inmate and “staff” artist.

I’m talking about the Western Washington Fairgrounds in Puyallup, which are still in operation (though the event is now called the Puyallup Fair—that’s pronounced “Pyoo-AL-up”). In 1942, the U.S. government relocated and imprisoned over 100,000 Japanese Americans living on the West Coast; the internment began with the forced migration of families living on Bainbridge Island, across the Sound from Seattle.

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Courtesy of the University of Washington Library

While they awaited the construction of permanent internment camps further inland, many Japanese Americans were sent to temporary “assembly centers” to coexist in cramped barracks with other families, often in substandard living conditions. Thousands of Washington’s interred residents were sent to the assembly center nicknamed Camp Harmony, hastily constructed on the fairgrounds in Puyallup, right alongside the fair’s permanent buildings and rides.

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Three image flats; the mountain is almost completely hidden here.

Camp Harmony was torn down after just seven months, but the Fair continues to this day. And the wooden roller coaster that overshadowed Eddie Sato’s scene of the camp still stands. It made for an image that dovetails eerily well with the homage to Japanese art upon which Local Conditions is founded. Now that I’ve learned the history of the place, I’ve lost my appetite for funnel cakes and blue-ribbon vegetables—at least in Puyallup, anyway. This ain’t no Minnesota State Fair.

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And then there’s the kind of history that unfolds right before your very eyes. Remember the Luzon building?

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Two image flats; recognize the sky in the background?

Well, it was slated to be a part of the book from the very beginning—just by virtue of being a structure that caught my eye and that came with a good view of the mountain.

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But then they knocked it down in September 2009, and suddenly I became an eye-witness, with an opportunity to document history as it happened.

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Three image flats; same mountain, drastically different view.

I wish this were an imaginary scene, but I suppose it’s moments like this that the book is all about. Now you see it, now you don’t.

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Courtesy of the Tacoma Public Library

And to top it all off, it’s looking like Tacoma’s history is in danger of repeating itself. This is a postcard dated 1905, depicting what was an iconic view even then—the “Gateway to the City of Destiny.” The building on the left is the former Northern Pacific Railroad Office; on the right is Old City Hall.

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Postcard circa 1910—with clock edited out, oddly enough.

Tacoma built a new city hall a few blocks away in the 1930s, but both the Northern Pacific building and Old City Hall still stand—the addition of a freeway the only major change to the site pictured. But on November 24, 2010, after an unusual cold snap, a pipe burst in Old City Hall—soaking the walls, ceilings and floors with 30,000 gallons of water. With extensive flood damage and the building owner entering foreclosure, the building faces an uncertain future. I only hope it doesn’t go the way of the Luzon.

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Three image flats; there’s an individual print version here.

When I started this project, I had no idea of what I was getting into. I knew that I would stumble upon some pretty fascinating history, but I never would have guessed that a fountain, some fairgrounds and a pile of bricks would draw me in so completely. But now I’m hooked—and the best part is that after all this work, I no longer feel like an outsider looking in.

This is my history now, too. For better or worse, I want to see how it all plays out.

P.S. The exhibit is coming down, but you can view Local Conditions online—both here on the blog (look for more posts on the book in the coming weeks), or as part of the Artists Wanted Year in Review competition. Pretty please, take a look at the book on my portfolio page and cast your vote for the People’s Choice award! You can vote once every 24 hours, so spread the word; voting ends on February 4. Thank you!

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I am always inspired by people who can create a whole world with just their own two hands. Take my friend Mirka Hokkanen—she’s a printmaker, illustrator and crafter who seems to be well on her way toward shaping her own universe with pen and ink, and needle and thread. And the best part: we’re all invited to the party. Tacoma folks might recognize Mirka from the Tacoma is for Lovers or numerous other Northwest craft fairs, where she never fails to draw a crowd to her table like kids to a candy store. But her toys and accessories are just one small facet of Mirka’s world—she is equally at home (and even more engaging) in a gallery, or a classroom.

Originally hailing from Finland, Mirka moved to the U.S. over a decade ago to attend college in Rockford, Illinois. She finished her BFA in 2002, and moved on to receive both MA and MFA degrees in printmaking from University of Dallas. She has taught printmaking and art history at the college level, and has exhibited her work both nationally and internationally. She currently resides in Dupont, Washington with her husband, an officer in the U.S. Army. I asked Mirka to chat with me about her work, and what it’s like to juggle teaching, a full-time fine art career, a small business, and life in the military.

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How did you get started with printmaking?

Ever since I can remember I have loved to draw. Paint just really was not my thing. I had never really tried printmaking, except for the random linocut in school, until I went to college in Rockford. I took printmaking my first semester and was hooked. I was initially drawn to the possibilities of making drawings that I could reproduce and the idea of multiples and all the possibilities that came with it.

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I’ve seen you work with many different printmaking techniques—from traditional to experimental. Do you have a favorite printmaking method?

Intaglio is my first love and still my favorite medium, because of the lines. I love the depth and variety of line work and marks that one can print from an etching plate- there’s nothing like the satisfaction of pulling off that first print from your plate. I am also hooked on really detailed work and love all the processes that go into a finished print. I have worked in just about every other printmaking media, relief prints, screen printing, letterpress, some lithography and mixed media work and encaustics and magnets.  I am working right now to learn more about engraving and letterpress.

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Because my husband is in the military, shop availability changes all the time as we move and I get to know the print community in a certain area. After the initial idea for a piece, I figure out what kind of equipment I have access to and then figure out what media to use for the print. I love that printmaking offers such a wide variety of techniques and I can change the technique to something else, when I get bored with it. On the other hand I do like to work somewhat consistently with a media when I get started. You get a feel for the material and tools you are working with, and it is hard to change daily from lets say a linocut that needs a strong hand to an etching with fine lines. I have slowly acquired an etching press and a small letterpress, so I am currently working on small relief prints and engravings to print in my home studio.

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What inspires you (other artists, places, objects, etc.)?

Oh my, so many things can inspire me. I have lived somewhat of a gypsy life since childhood. Nature and animals have always been a grounding and soothing element for me with all the hassles that come with moving. In the woods I can center myself, find peace and really appreciate God’s creation and the mind staggering diversity of it. I also am drawn to old worn out things, that you can find in antique shops and fleamarkets (to my husband’s joy). It’s fascinating to imagine who owned them and what kind of a life they lived. The torn, worn and tattered surfaces of the objects tell the story of how it was made, used and then cast aside.

Historical artists such as Joseph Cornell, Albrecht Dürer and Norbertine Bresslern-Roth are some of my favorite artists. I am normally drawn to a type of work more than a specific artist. In my studio lies a box with innumerable clippings and postcards of favorite works. When I am looking for inspiration to start working, I’ll often flip through pictures, to get my mind working. In general my eye catches things that I am conscious of in my own work- something that makes me chuckle, beautiful lines, earthy colors or a worn look.

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Your work often deals with animal themes, and runs the gamut between innocent storytelling and black political humor. How do animals tie these things together? What draws you to animals in your work?

I have always loved to depict animals over people. I found them more interesting to draw with fur and patterns than people with skin. As I got older and more serious as an artist, it seemed that depicting animals was a less confrontational way to address sensitive issues, like factory farming, than if I had directly pointed a finger at you. I wanted more of an open approach to let people think for themselves rather than forcing my opinions on them.

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Animals also hold so much symbolism and meaning in every culture. We can see them as gods, symbols, metaphors, heroes, food, clothing and objects. We reflect ourselves on them or give them anthropomorphic qualities, they are leading characters in folktales and modern movies. It is interesting to dwell in our relationship with them, and bring it out on paper.

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You also create stuffed toys, which are really beautifully designed and cleverly constructed. I tend to think of them as part of your whole body of work, but you seem to keep them pretty separate from your prints and illustrations. Is there a reason for that?

I have made some stuffed animals as part of an exhibition before but in general I have tried to keep them separate. I figured that to be taken seriously as a young artist, it was better to be just a printmaker and keep the cute handcrafts on the side. I originally just sewed little things for myself and for gifts. While in GA I had a hard time getting access to any printmaking facilities, so the handcrafts started to pile up on my free time. I started an Etsy shop, through which I was able to make enough profit to buy a small press to make prints. Another reason to keep them separate was that the art had a political bent on it (meaning behind it) and the stuffed animals and other things had no meaning behind them. They were just cute things for people to enjoy. For a long time I have been trying to think of ways to incorporate craft techniques with printmaking, but haven’t come up with a solution that I was satisfied with so far. As time goes by, it is harder to keep them separate, simply because there are a limited amount of hours in the day and everything in printmaking and crafts takes up a lot of time. I love what you did with the Mnemonic Sampler show and Whitney Lee’s latch hook art. Another great resource I go for inspiration is Embroidery As Art.

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How has Finnish culture influenced your work? Have you had any influence from American culture as well?

I get my love of nature and handcrafts from Finland, since that is what I grew up with. I learned to draw and sew early and to knit in first grade. We lived by woods and had a summer cabin in the country, so I spent countless hours outside playing and exploring and as I got older picking berries and hiking. My grandmother also loved collecting “antiques”, and I loved going through their drawers and nooks in the garage to see all the treasures they had stored up. Also the simplicity of Finnish design is more attractive to me than rich colors and pattern that I see more over here.

After moving to the US I have learned to speak up more and to adapt quickly to situations (which also goes for my art). After living in IL, TX, GA and WA- I am not sure if there is one culture here in the US. I think I am happier at the moment making my art here, because I can reach a wider audience and find printmaking communities just about everywhere.

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Translations—clockwise, from top left: “Yet a new day can change everything;” “Thank the Lord of my Soul!” and “Welcome to the house! As a guest in our cottage!”

Tell me about the Huoneentaulu Project.

The project came out of my love for handcrafts and my ongoing desire to incorporate them in the same body of work. These Finnish hand embroidered wall hangings were very popular in the early 1900’s, and hung in just about every house, but now they are becoming harder to find. They would have a center piece that had a short (most often religious) verse or saying. Sometimes embroidered embellishments were added and a fabric border. I think these wall hangings are very endearing, a sign of their times, but now they are becoming harder and harder to find, because they get worn out and thrown away and their original owners die. I wanted to save the story of this folk art by collecting as many pictures as I can, with stories, and then looking into them for common threads. I will use that as a jumping off point for more modern versions of the huoneentaulus that people could hang on their walls today.  I also think that now is a great time, with a revived interest in young people in things/traditions of old.

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Translation: “My home, my happiness.”

How will you be translating Finnish handcrafts to the medium of printmaking? What techniques or materials will you use to convey your ideas about the original textiles? Will the meaning behind the objects change as you recreate them?

I wanted to use relief printing and letterpress for the new wall hangings. I figured they are old techniques as well, so it would be appropriate to use them to revive an old tradition and they work well for large solid areas and text. So far I printed the first huoneentaulu with a letterpress on paper, but I am playing with ideas of printing on fabric, embroidering paper, or using fabric to print on paper.

I am currently doing research on the original wallhangings, to get a sense of what they meant for people. The method of distribution will change, since before women would embroider their own hangings to have on their own wall, so they would have something that spoke directly at them. Since I will be printing and other people will hopefully be hanging these in their homes, the maker and media changes, but I hope that people would still hang one because the message speaks to them.

This will be a pretty slow project, just because it is taking a lot of time to figure out how to reach people to get pictures/stories for the research. But as I dig in deeper, I am finding more interesting things. At the end, I hope to have a book printed with the original wall hanging pictures, my work and an essay on what I found out through my research.

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What does your ideal work space look like? Do you have any goals for your studio?

I dream about a great studio just about every day. Right now I work in a spare bedroom and garage which is cramped and rather gloomy. So far my husband is career military, so I don’t have high hopes of getting a great studio until he retires in our 5os. I imagine lots of space and large windows. I would love to have a communal shop in Finland that would bring in printmakers from the area to work together. It would be awesome to have a nice large press and equipment to make intaglio prints, and a letterpress or two, and a separate area for sewing and fiber work.

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Do you have any advice for people who want to run a business by selling their handmade work?

I would say make sure that’s what you want to do, because it is a lot of hard work. Have a clear goal in mind and an identifiable product. In today’s world networking is also key, so get plugged in your local art/craft scene. I am so happy to be in the Tacoma area, they have a great supportive community here.  Etsy and Artfire are also great places to sell, if you can consistently keep up your shop. Consistency is a key element. When people know where to find you and know what you do, things will roll along much easier. Military life makes things pretty hard, but I try my best to get settled in every couple of years. Having an online store and website at least gives people the chance to find me after I have moved away, but it’s easier to get work from the contacts around you.

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What’s next for you? Is there anything you would like to work on in the future?

I seem to always have many irons in the fire. Right now I am illustrating a Christian children’s book by Robbie Edgren and working to make prints for several upcoming shows in January and April. The wallhanging project is ongoing and I hope to concentrate on it full time after my last scheduled show in April 2011. I am really looking forward to this project and all the challenges it will bring with research, grants, writing and exploring new media.

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Thanks, Mirka!

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Three inches of snow fell today while I had my morning cuppa. Since the region has possibly the world’s tiniest fleet of snow plows (Seattle has just twenty-seven; you can imagine what a tiny handful Tacoma’s got), and none of them are out thus far—’round here, three inches is enough to cancel an entire city, let alone school.

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Despite the lure of white beaches and urban ski runs, I’m not crazy enough to try descending the hills today. Instead I’m spending my snow day close to home, so I can marvel at how strange the rhodies look under a sugar dusting.

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On our rare doses of “real” winter, it always looks like Nature made some sort of clerical error—like the mailman dropping someone else’s holiday cards into our mailbox.

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Instead of a blanket of white over a soft grey world, everything glows in blues, greens, yellows … and reds?

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Yes, that is an apple, still on the tree—nicely chilled and ready to serve for Thanksgiving.

Let it snow!