Friday, May 30, 2008

Keely B's Designs

Wow! Isn't this cool?! I found Keely on Etsy some months ago and forgot to put her on here. The pendants are made of stacked glass which she has cut and hand ground to make those smooth buffed edges. A young artist, Keely has already won awards for her work. Here is a clip from her Etsy Bio,
"I am Keely Beth, a full time college student for another year, and a lover of art, jewelry, and anything handmade! For years I have wanted to find a way to combine my love of art and jewelry making, and KeelyB is the result."
Here is a link to her shop: Art Jewelry By Keely Beth

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Daddy Cakes Part 2

Somebody please help me! I am completely obsessed! Their flavor of the day is Banana Cream Pie. Yummy light and fluffy banana cake with all the creamy goodness of the pie. The cupcake is not only toped with a large dollup of banana heaven, but the center of the cupcake also has the yummy cream. Oh yeah, the frosting is topped with crumbles and a Nilla Waffer. I was right to have bought two of them.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008


This piece is entitled Turbulence. It is a fitting title.This piece is about a trip I took to Portland, Oregon in early November of 2006 with my best friend, Kandace. First, let me tell you about the trip. We had been planning the trip for several months and had all kinds of activities we wanted to do and places we wanted to go. We planned a nice hotel near the public rail system and had planned on taking that around town and walking everywhere. Well, from the get go, things weren't good. We had to take a taxi to the hotel, because there wasn't bus transit from the airport to the hotel as had been advertised. It was late when we got there and it was pouring down rain. So, we sleep soundly in our luxury beds, knowing that tomorrow would be loads of fun. We got up and ordered room service breakfast that turned out to be one of the best features of the entire trip (aside from the chocolate spoon cake we ordered later). Well it was windy and cloudy, but not raining, so we went to the outdoor market, which was really cool.

Then it did start to rain, so we decided to go to the Japanese Garden, which had a nice outdoor walk with lots of covered areas. It was really beautiful. So, in the mood, we decided we would go inside and have lunch in the Tea House. Well, the seats were these insanely hard benches, the prices were high, and we just wanted to eat in comfort. So we found a Japanese dive to eat at, and as we ate, the rain pourred harder and the wind got stronger.
Determined to have a good time, we got back on the sub system and tried to find other places to go. I hadn't brought an umbrella or rain hat, so I fashioned one out of a Walgreen's bag. As the days went on, and Portland was now experiencing the worst rain storms and flooding they had seen in 11 years, Kandace kept getting more and more pissed. She totally snapped when the rain got her bag of fresh baked goods so wet that they just fell out of the bottom onto the ground. It was at that point that my optimism ended and I finally had to agree with her that this was definitely shitty. I didn't really get to see any of Portland because the rain was so ridiculous, my view of anything was completely obscured.

And here is the grand finale of the trip. We get on the plane and sit down. We see about eight rows in front of us there is a hole in the roof of the plain and there is a stream of water dumping on the lady seated there. There was a random act of kindness of a guy offering to switch seats. Then we get the announcement that Maintenance is checking it out. Smartly, Kandace has her travel agent on the phone. And as she predicted, the flight was cancelled. So, she booked another flight for three hours later that would end up connecting at O'Hare instead of Dallas-Ft.Worth. So we get on this flight finally and we are seated right next to a not-been-cleaned-in-weeks lavatory. I thought I was going to die. It smelled like a kennel (one with dogs and cats and ferrets and mice...) So after loudly complaining several times, the attendant finally got someone to wipe it down a little.

Completely exasperated, I took the blanket they gave me and put it over my head, laid back and closed my eyes, tryng to block out the smells and noise.
Well about five minutes later Kandace is freaking out, so I pull the cover off my head. Some guy dropped his glasses between the seats and then cut the hell out of his hand on something while he was feeling around for them. The guy was spewing blood everywhere, all over the neighboring seats and the aisle carpet, and he doesn't even realize it until Kandace points it out, and gets a flight attendant to come deal with the guy. So, the attendant has the guy in the semi dirty lav, tring to figure out what to do, and a long line to the lav starts to form. We wanted to use the flashlight hanging in the galley to look under the seats for this guy's glasses, but the attendant says, "0h can't use that. It can only be used for emergencies." The stupidity of it all! So, then about twenty minutes in to the long line of people slowly using the one unoccupied lav, we see the 30(ish) year old gal standing in line with no shoes on, eating a bag of M&Ms, getting blood all over her feet. So, we tell her, and she goes back to her seat, uses a napkin to wipe off her feet and put shoes on. Nest thing we know, she is back in line eating her M&Ms, having not washed her hands. EWWWWW!

Finally we get to O'Hare and have an hour and forty-five minute layover there. We don't end up leaving until 11:30 PM. Now bear in mind, our original departure time was 7:10 AM. We finally get to leave the Kansas City Airport around 1AM and then have a 40 minute drive back to Kandace's house.
SO, this piece is dedicated to that trip.

The rain in the stone going one direction and the hurricane force winds (the wire) blowing the other. The framing imitates the many doorways and window openings we saw at the Japanese Garden. The slick charcoal gray delica beads represent the ferocious rain spewing clouds. Yet, as you can see, the piece is a beautiful work of art. The beautiful thing that happened on this trip was that I got to meet my birth father, Steve Pinkston, for the very first time. There were flooding rivers of tears coming from both of us that we had finally found each other. It was one of the happiest days of my life. So, this trip will always be remembered as the best and the worst. And so this piece, is also paradoxical.

Oobject cool!

As many of you already know, I have a thing for airships, blimps, dirigibles...whatever you want to call them. I found this cool, cool website. Okay...a friend sent it to me. Anyway, click to visit oobject! Be sure and check out the other categories.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Library Wisdom

"A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded."-Lemony Snicket

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Dawn Blair Jewelry of Flickr!

That's right I just got some images of my work up on Flickr! Here's the link.

Daddy Cakes= a little piece of Heaven!

People! Pay attention here! I just had the most divine cupcake experience. Where ever you live, these cupcakes are worth the drive. Visit Daddy Cakes now! What are you waiting for??? Real butter, sugar, know, real ingredients, no Crisco. You'll be thanking me for sharing these heavenly delights! There is a great article on a really fun blog I found- Cupcakes Take the Cake. A must read. And I assure you, the cupcakes are as insanely wonderful as they look in the pictures. AND visit the Daddy Cakes Blog. Totally fab!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Westboro Fine Arts Gallery

I have a new collection of work showing at Westboro Fine Arts Gallery, including this piece, entitled, How Does The White Sand Feel Under Your Toes? I look forward to seeing you at the gallery during the next "First Friday Art Walk". Friday, June 6.

Monday, May 5, 2008

remarkable genetics

Steve recently sent me this picture of the both of us playing our instruments. Most of my life, I have had a strong belief in the power of genetics. Steve Pinkston is my birth father (I am adopted). My folks helped me find my birth parents after I had some complicated medical problems. I met Steve in November of 2006.

This is a picture of me in my mid thirties and Steve in his twenties. He started out as a cellist and then switched to bass before the end of high school. I have had the opportunity to visit him twice in Portland, Oregon. I have to say the most bizarre similarity that I have with him is his mannerisms. The way he walks, uses his hands, facial expression. Of couse you can see, I look just like him.

I have met (via phone) my birth mother as well. Her name is Olivia, and she is a very private person. I share my sense of humor with her. She and I have similar opinions of things that most other people wouldn't agree with. She is very sweet, and I am blessed to have the opportunity to get to know her.

I am so thankful to my parents for supporting me finding them. So many questions I have had all my life have been answered. For more about Steve, link to his website in "favorite links", Fin De Mundo Music.