Anatomy Art

What are your plans for the weekend? I’m going to work, have dinner with my boyfriend’s family, work on a pirate print (maybe list new things on Etsy), and watch Summer Wars. I just had to share this artist with you today. Equipped with Victorian whimsy, Lyndie Dourthe uses textiles to make exquisite butterflies in bell jars, and eerily enchanting miniature body parts that one would find in a science classroom.

There are a ton of talented artists out there, but what makes someone stand out for me is when I see a story in their piece. I can feel that the content has a background story. With Lyndie’s anatomy work, I can see it in a classroom for dolls, or hidden in a curiosity drawer in a lab for research. She also has a collection of bloody steak knives. That’s just more fuel for drama.


The Big Three-O

While daydreaming at work, I was suddenly hit by this: how old am I? I don’t know about you, but after a certain age, I’ve started losing track of my age. Before I am pinned down as forgetting out of convenience, let me just clarify that I have no problems turning a year older. In fact, I was just telling my boyfriend that I can’t wait to turn 30. 30 seems like such a sophisticated and powerful age. That’s the age when you’ve got your shit together, and know what you want (or what you don’t want, which is a dumb boy who can’t keep up). Let’s not forget, it gives you a lot more credibility when you’re no longer in your 20s. In my mind, being in your 30s means that you still remember how to have fun, but you’re no longer willing to risk killing yourself doing it. The fear factor for me is losing a year without being conscious of it.

Going back to that day at work, I was frozen in the spot when I realized that I couldn’t be sure of my age. I did the one thing I could think of, which is to count the years from the time I was born, except in my state of panic, I had forgotten to factor in my birthday month (which is in the fall) and thought I was a year older. I was seized with panic because I thought I had lost a year. Did I mention that I’m also really bad with numbers? It comes and goes. When I realized the mistake, I calmed down. I told Seth when I got home this ridiculous story, and he reminded me that after a birthday, you would be in your next birthday year. For example, I’ve established that I am 28, so ever since my 28th birthday, I have been on my 29th year. Oh. My. God. While I was in shock at this realization, Seth said: if you think about it, birthdays are celebrated because of how you managed to stay alive for another year. There are so many uncontrollable factors everyday that can take away a life. Birthdays are really a way to say: good for you for making it this far!

Too often we’re obsessed with getting closer to death, but have you ever thought that you should be congratulated for living another year? I think I have a new appreciation for birthdays.

The Trouble with Overthinking

Who knew my next post would come so soon?

For a while now, I’ve been thinking about combining my design background with paper cutting by making paper dolls. Remember those? I played with those back in the day, even though I had 3-D Barbie dolls. I think the attraction laid in the details of the dress and faces of paper dolls. The downside was that the disproportionally large head made the neck extra frail and it wasn’t long before the dolls tattered.

ImageNot unlike what I had as a kid

I did some research on dolls today, cloth and paper, and found that there is still a huge demand for them, mostly for women in generation who remember playing with actual dolls, not digital ones on an iPad. I’m not a seamstress, but I’d love to design little paper dresses, give each doll a name, and maybe write brief stories about them. That would take care of my three loves: fashion, craft, and writing. When I sat down to do actual sketches, however, the sociological concerns surfaced and I found myself asking what kind of doll would be a good example for little girls? Everyone seems to be in favour of the doe-eyed, sweet, maybe creepy, dolls, and that was my first instinct. But what would I be projecting? Would making blushing, silent beauties be another way of imposing the image of the ideal woman someone who is only known for her looks and submissive behaviour? Is it still my social responsibility to create a more balanced view of a woman if these dolls would be targeted at women in their 20s and 30s?


photo from greasepuppy

Despite the progress women have made in the past decade or so in battling with repression and gender inequalities, why do we keep going back to playing with dolls, cosmetic enhancements, using sexuality to gain success, camera-whoring online, and the undying notion of marrying for money (or NOT marrying for NO money)?

I’m getting a little off topic. I love dolls, and even though I am all for being financially independent and not having kids because I feel like I have to, I also appreciate chivalry. It IS nice to have someone with a good pair of shoulders that you can depend on when things get rough. So maybe, I’m looking at the situation too monochromatically. The women movement should be about knowing what you want and not apologizing for it, no matter what it is.

We shall see what kind of ideal woman will be reflected in my dolls.

ps. How would I even draw a face that reflects a strong personality, intelligence, and passions besides creating the perfect ensemble?

Nutcracker Ballet Developments

As a step to take my art more seriously, I am re-immersing myself into the blogosphere. Facebook and Twitter are good ways to promote Sally Eyeballs and other artists I admire, but it lacks the space to really share ideas. I keep meaning to come back to blogging, and have actually written a few drafts, but in the end, they felt too bleak/ personal to publish. It might’ve been the Winter Blues. Temperatures are supposed to rise to 14 degrees celsius this weekend, so I took it as a sign.

To begin, I have been absolutely miserable in my job search in graphic design (Time Magazine actually listed the profession as #4 for highest unemployment rate). So I ask myself, caution aside, what do I really want to do? I want to be a full-time artist, working in my own studio, doing shows, getting hired to make paper sculpture theatre backdrops, and loads of book covers. So, I’ve kept my part-time job at the library (for now), and am scheduling more hours per day focusing on Sally Eyeballs Paper Goods. I also noticed that not creating for the sake of making a quick buck might be a good investment for better, more solid ideas in the future. I decided to go back to my dance roots, and have been working on the Nutcracker Ballet. It’s been really exciting! I know when an idea is worth pursuing when I give up TV time to work on it.

After many hours, it was finally finished. I’m very pleased with the result, but am still contemplating how to continue. I am thinking about putting the Nutcracker in a paper theatre with some stage lighting.

Autumn update to Sally Eyeballs

My poor blog, I’ve neglected you for so long. I feel like I spend half my time apologizing to you. It just takes a lot of effort and persistence to keep writing, and writing something worthwhile for it to be published online for all to see. Hats off to all you persistent bloggers with interesting content!

Anyway, back to the subject at hand: Sally Eyeballs is now in store! Right now it’s just the dancing silhouette paper cuts with the Japanese paper dresses, but I’m hoping to expand on Etsy. Before I start selling online though, I have to have stock and… a couple dozens of business decisions to make. I want to hit the ground running. So, be patient those of you not in Toronto.

Stopped by the store the other day to look at the display and change a frame (not pictured).


Products are selling at Wise Daughters in the Junction, beside Crema Cafe.
3079 Dundas Street West

(416) 761-1555


On another note, I just got back from a friend’s wedding in Vancouver. Their actual ceremony was in Maui, after a cruise around the island! The pictures were fantastic. Did you know that touching sea turtles was prohibited in Hawaii because it’s considered as an endangered specie? Well, on my trip, my dad got me a linoleum block printing set so I could experiment with making my paper cut designs into block prints. I really like using sharp tools to make art… just cutting away at something to produce a completely different form. All I’ve got is a seahorse at the moment, but it would be fun to try to make the Vampire Squid or the Mermaid paper cut. Now that I’m only working part-time, I should really play around with that instead of parking myself in front of the TV.

How many brands can you spot?

This was my best try.


So I started my design internship on Monday. A lot of people have been wondering how it’s been going. It is too early to say, I think. There are lots to learn and to familiarize myself with, that’s for sure.

The weather has been murder here in Toronto, which makes being in the concrete jungle of downtown absolutely stifling. The studio I’m working at is snugly between the rancid Chinatown, and the bustling fashion district. Every morning, I join the ranks of the rest of the workforce, packing ourselves in the subway, careful not to make eye contact, and line up for the streetcar, praying that it will not stall, detour, or breakdown.

Before I started interning, and after I knew I was going to at this particular location, I was on my way to print something at the Kinko’s downtown around nine in the morning and had to get off at a popular transfer station. The lineups for the streetcar wounded around pillars, with no end in sight. My first thought was, glad I’m not one of them. Well.

A bit of background about myself, I have a fear of crowds. I guess no one LIKES standing on a crowded bus, but it affects me a bit more. I’m always afraid of running out of air and fainting. I would rather risk being late than stepping aboard an overcrowded bus. What happens when you have no choice but to make something you hate doing an everyday routine? My choice is to somehow make it bearable, and to my surprise, it came naturally. Even in the dead of summer when being still brings on buckets of sweat in an air-conditioned vehicle, people do not forget their common courtesy. Sure, there are those who still believe in rushing on board before people have a chance to step off, and it annoys me to no end. But I have seen many more scenes of human kindness than unkindness. During rush hour, people still give up their seats. We line up orderly, and no one tries to cut in. On my first day, a man walked a stranger to the front of the bus so he could help her carry her stroller of the streetcar. This morning, a young girl (maybe 18) leaned on two older women, looking very sick. One of the women asked a person on the bench if she could let this girl sit instead. This was immediately met with public concern, and not only did the person give up her seat, other people took notice and a TTC staff came to aid with water. In the stressful hours of the busy morning while people are hurrying to their destinations, many still had time for sympathy and lending a helpful hand. That, I can get used to.