What I Do When My Man is Gone

Carl has been making trips to Africa over the past couple months, leaving me to live according to my own schedule at home when he is gone.  I get up during the night when I feel like it.  I eat when I want.  This is how the kitchen looks while he is gone.

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During this print session, I made covers for the Dr. O microfictions (very short stories that go with collages I made last month) and also some small prints (2” x 3”) to include with an Art-O-Mat submission. Art-O-Mat is one of my favorite public art projects: old cigarette dispensers are outfitted to sell small art packages for $5.  You never know quite what will be in the little boxes that pop out instead of packs of cigarettes.  They make great small gifts, so check out the website and see if there’s one near you.

http://www.artomat.org/

Here’s my submission to Art-O-Mat, almost ready to go.

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I have already made 50 little prints to go inside the boxes.  If they want me to “go into production” I will also make some little hoodoo dolls to add.  As Carl says, I will never get rich doing this stuff.

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In the background (below) are a couple of the new book covers.

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Also this month I sent in a couple of pieces for the art auction at Redux Contemporary Art Center in downtown Charleston, in support of the Center’s educational mission.  This photo is of the new mural by artist Patch Whiskey on the outside of the building.

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Here’s one of my contributions to the auction exhibit, “The Underground Lab.”  Below it is a picture of the exhibit, with my friend Linda Elksnin’s picture of jazzy dots just right of center.

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About Lillian-Trettin

I grew up in the Appalachian "Bible Belt" of East Tennessee in the southern United States, listening to banjo music and gospel lyrics as well as the Beatles. As a kid, I was curious about religious rituals like speaking in tongues and snake handling but resistant to the fundamentalist thinking they involved. Flannery O'Connor's tales of religious fanatics, con men, bigots, and the spiritually bereft or ambivalent resonate for me. Despite having traveled widely and lived in other places, I am (as so many Southerners claim to be) permanently "South haunted." I returned to making art full time in 2011, following a career as a teacher, researcher, and consultant and after raising two sons. I’m convinced the delay enriched rather than impeded my growth as an artist.
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One Response to What I Do When My Man is Gone

  1. Beth Hannabass says:

    Love the Art-o-Mats! I’ll have to look for the one in Nashville. Walt and I were in New Harmony, IN about a month ago and came across a gallery that had an exhibit named ‘Affordable Housing’. The premise being that they convinced a local artist to sell his works for $60 each instead of the $400-$800 he was getting in galleries. He takes a wooden house form, about 18″ x 10″ and does thematic collage art on the outside. The one I bought is ‘Born Again’. You’ll have to see it sometime when you come. The artist is Bill Whorrall.

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