Being a record of the creative outbursts of one Erin Woods: poet, dreamer, and initiate of children's publishing.
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Showing posts with label TwilightTree. Show all posts

Monday, August 19, 2013

In which Erin writes a lot and is kind of mercenary (but still really cute, right?)

I mentioned in my last post that I've been making and selling art lately, just on a small scale. For a while I had an Etsy shop, but to be honest no one actually used it; they just emailed me and said, "Hey, I want that picture of the dragon who thinks he's totally fabulous." And since I found it very tedious to list my items their way, follow their rules, and pay their listing fees, I've decided that blog-and-facebook-page-and-email is the way to go.
Not that I'm knocking Etsy. It's a fabulous marketplace for handmade goods, and I love that it's created a way for thousands of artists, artisans, and crafters to run their own businesses. I probably could have been successful if I'd taken the time to promote my work to the general Etsy-shopping public. But I prioritized my time in other places, so my customers have all been within one degree of separation. And I'm okay with that. Though I'm also okay with expanding.

Where, you might ask, did this fascinating art style come from? (Note: while you read this, please imagine it being spoken in an over-enthusiastic-storyteller voice. Bonus points for doing it out loud. Thank you.) Many years past, when I was but a youth - nay, barely more than a child - I worked at summer camp.

It was a place of great wonder and much physical activity... save for the annual ritual of Staff Training Week. During this time our young bottoms were consigned to the hard wooden floor of the lodge, our young ears listening attentively to the wisdom being imparted to us by older, wiser camp staff. And yea, though our minds were indeed absorbed by this important work, our fingers were free to fidget. And on one day of bright June sunlight (or, there again, perhaps it was a day of grim June rain), my fingers gripped a pencil and drew the outline of a cat upon the margin of my notes. And thereupon I proceeded to fill this cat not with fur and whiskers and mischief, but with shapes and lines and patterns and whimsy.

From that day forth my margins - whether at camp, or in the hallowed halls of university, or upon the
letters I wrote to my one true love - were filled with the shapes of animals. I learned to trace the curve of muscles without drawing their line. I learned to hint at markings without drawing fur. I learned, I hope, to capture the spirit of a creature without representing its true appearance.

And so, when many years had passed and an art store moved in across the road, and I discovered beautiful, textured papers there, and my one true love gifted me with proper pens, I used the lessons of my youth to create the art you see here in these images.

And none need ever know that I don't know how to properly draw and shade the animals' actual markings...



Okay, that was fun. Thanks for indulging me. It's been WAY to long since I blogged and I think it's running away with me.

So here comes the mercenary part: you can now check out my current stock of available drawings by clicking the button at the top of this page that says, "Art for Sale." If you like a piece and want to buy it, email me and let me know.

If you like a piece and don't want to buy it, you can say so in a comment and I'll enjoy that, too ;)

I usually accept payment through email transfer, but we can work out alternate methods if necessary. Local friends who want to meet up in person will get some quality hang-out time with me... and I'll also knock the $1.00 service charge off the price (making it $20.00 even).

Custom orders! I do those. You can pick any animal (or mythical creature, etc.) and I'll draw it. You can pick a material other than my usual watercolour paper and I'll draw on it. You can pick a size and shape other than 7" x 5" or 5" x 7". If we're going to get super complicated we may re-negotiate the price, but I'm sure we'll see the adventure through.


For years I've been thinking about transferring these drawings to fabric and sewing something amazing with them. I haven't been brave enough to try yet. You know when an idea is so shiny in your mind that you're really afraid you might have to watch it fail? Yeah.

Love you all!
Erin

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Nice to see you again!

Hello world,
It's been a while. I've been busy—blogging for work, learning to make book trailers (which is super fun), settling into a new rhythm of life. My sister has a new job in the east end, so she moved out that way and took her husband, her dog, and my adorable niece with her. I found my own place with my boyfriend. Lately I've been feeling the itch to get back to Twilight Tree, so to get my feet wet here is a recap of some of the things I've been up to since I was here last.

Made this quilt for a church auction



Made the new apartment "home"

Made my first Washi Dress!
 (I also made a second Washi for a bridesmaid dress. A lot of my friends have gotten married lately. It's like we're grownups or something).

Finished this quilt (and got awesome bedroom furniture)

Planted a garden in the BACK YARD!! No more 11th floor!
I've also been playing around with the stylized animal pictures I started doodling in the margins of my notes during university. I'm considering re-stocking my Etsy shop, but I'm also considering selling them more informally, maybe through this site. We'll see what happens.



Oh, I also completed the first draft of a novel. Yay! Revising is harder than I expected, but it's satisfying, too.

And I also became a Whovian. 
Yup. That's where all my time has gone since June.

That's my update! I'll pop in again soon with a post about... something. I don't know what. It's an adventure!

Love,
Erin

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Café Dictator, and a heart-wrenching letter

To my lovely, lovely followers,
You may have noticed (though of course you're excused if you haven't) that the frequency and quality of TwilightTree posts have been declining of late. Alas, with the unexpected chance of full-time work and half my friends getting married (okay, two of them), I've been giving my time to other priorities.

I think, therefore, it's time to take a break. Don't fret, though; this isn't goodbye. I do like blogging. But I like to be able to do it properly, and I've really been cutting corners this summer. So I am going to take a blogging vacation, and you may expect to see me again, refreshed and renewed, with quality pictures and useful tutorials and whatever else it is I do around here.

And I will not leave you bereft! As a parting gift, here is a poem I wrote last week but couldn't put on the blog because I was overcome with shyness. But now... why worry? If anyone is offended, I won't be here to know about it!

Café Dictator
For Trevelyan and Fawaaz, who began the rhymes

Welcome, welcome to Café Dictator.
From Louis to Vader I’ve catered to all.
Young Alex the Greater,
Old Sulla the traitor,
They’ve whined and they’ve dined in this hallowed hall.

They come for the fish—
It’s my signature dish—
Just ask Mr. Stephen the waiter.
I’ve flayed and filleted her
And later I’ll plate her
To serve with a side
Of some fried green tomaters.

I’ve served Mr. Il, who is partial to eel,
Though Franco is fonder of gator.
I always stock blini to serve Mussolini,
A big salad platter for Rome’s Imperator
(who nevertheless just gets fatter and fatter)
And roots in the cellar each fall

‘Cause Stalin has fallen in love with my ‘taters
And carrots and onions make Amin stand straighter.
They all find their way to me sooner or later,
These men who hold so many nations in thrall.
The food is delicious,
The clients malicious,
And we serve it MY way at Café Dictator.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Nanny the Crook

Oof! A whole week slipped by and I didn't find the time to post the perfectly good, useful, little tutorial I had half ready to go. Well, I'll have to post it next week. It's a good thing pictures don't expire.

And it's a good thing poem posts can be written on the subway, when I can't do much else anyway!

This one came out of a slip of the tongue when my boss meant to say "cranny and nook" and made it a spoonerism by mistake. I liked the sound.

Nanny the Crook
Nanny the Crook, Nanny the Crook,
The canniest, granny-est thief in the book,
Stealing from every cranny and nook
Is Nanny the Crook, Nanny the Crook.

Crocheting doilies for things that she took,
More than a petticoat thief with a hook,
Creaky and sneaky and running amook
That Nanny the Crook! Nanny the Crook!

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Friday, June 22, 2012

Baby Games

I have the best muse EVER for nursery rhymes now.

Flopsy Baby
Flopsy baby, squish and squirm—
What a squiggle-wiggle worm!
Can I catch a grippy finger?
Can I catch some bunchy toes?
Can I catch a flopsy baby
On a scrunchy nose?

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Monday, June 18, 2012

Little Things

Remember when I mentioned that space is getting scarce in my sister and her husband's bedroom? Well, they've got a new house guest who is very little, but who brought a lot of stuff.

I have a feeling a lot of my craft projects are going to get...
A little smaller.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Craft project round-up

I finally got my camera out today. I'm always reluctant because I take my own pictures and the light in my apartment is poor, so it's a lot of fussing with the tripod and the timer and the aperture and the shutter speed. All of that sounds quite advanced and sophisticated, but really I just move the dials up and down until the pictures look okay.

Any-who, here's a photo roundup of what I've been up to since I last set up the tripod:

I started crocheting a basket from strips of the scrap fabric that has been overrunning my closet. I might use it to store hats and scarves and mitts.
Or maybe to store more fabric.
I made a hanging caddy where my brother-in-law can store his bible and cellphone, since he's losing his bedside storage space. If you don't already know why space is at a premium in that room these days, you'll find out soon!
I made a pillowcase-style dress out of a light gauze fabric for the scorching hot weather that disappeared as soon as I finished.
And I love to wear it with these fair trade rope sandals I found in Kensington Market. They're so light!
I don't have a picture of this, but I also made my own yogurt! In a crock pot! I had no idea that was possible. Pinterest is a magical place ;)

Have YOU been crafty lately?

Friday, June 1, 2012

Writing Happiness

I'm trying to write down happiness.
Sometimes it's like a bumblebee
Inside my throat and it can't get out
Unless I throw my head way back
And laugh.
Sometimes it's a flower in my chest
That pushes—hard—against my ribs to bloom
And crowds its petals up against my heart.
Sometimes it's a running in my legs
And all I can do is try to keep up,
Out of breath and shining.
And every time always
It's a feeling of up
And heat
And gasping
And grasping
For something I already have
But want to hold
So I can write down
Happiness.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

DIY Boho Braided Belt


Obey Bohemian Belt
http://www.zappos.com
On the rare occasion when I go into a mall these days (they stress me out—all those people!) I can't help admiring all the lovey bohemian styles the mannequins are wearing. And I find myself especially envious of the accessories — flowing scarves, braided belts...so of course I had to cure my envy with a little crafting.





 Erin's Do-It-Yourself Boho Belt

Materials:
–An old wooden belt buckle that's been sitting in my craft bin for years
–A cotton clothesline from the dollar store
–Thread to match the clothesline
–A needle






Instructions:
I used a hair tutorial for a four-strand French braid from Crochet Clouds. Of course I didn't have to worry about the French part; I cut my clothesline in two, folded the two pieces in half, and fed them through the belt buckle. Then I started braiding!

To finish, I sewed the end of each strand to the next with several tight stitches, then wrapped the thread around the whole end of the belt about a dozen times before tying it off and hiding the end of the thread inside the braid.


If I were to do this again (and I might—it's so easy) I would anchor my braid on the middle of the buckle, not the edge. Live and learn :)



Happy crafting!

This post was featured on the Tea Rose Home Link Party No.79


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Friday, April 27, 2012

Because all poets must write of spring

Today's poem is no masterpiece, but it says what I feel. And that's enough.

I've come back home to the springtime,
The forest all in bud.
The growing green, the swollen stream,
The glorious, glorious mud.

I've come back home to the country
From the rush to the hush and the hill
From urban sprawl to garden wall
And blooming daffodil.

So keep your city glitter—
Up here I'm better fed.
I've got dirt beneath my fingernails
And trees above my head!

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Earth Day and Wedding Decorations

There's an idea I've been mulling over for a while and Earth Day is as good a time as any to bring it up. I have a big problem with waste, and I'm always looking for ways to transform used material not into something interesting and pretty, but into something useful (okay, maybe useful AND pretty)—something that people would want or need even if it wasn't made with recycled materials.

Side rant: Nothing irritates me more than people gushing over the "greenness" of taking a very recyclable material like aluminum or cardboard and buying non-sustainable craft products to "recycle" it into something useless that will one day be thrown out. Also, when did "recycle" become the most important R? If we reduced in the first place, we wouldn't have so much waste to deal with.

End of rant.

So I'm always looking for ways to make things instead of buying them, and since several of my friends are engaged or recently married, I've had decorations on my mind. Of course plenty of people make their decorations, but their materials often come from the craft store. I'm imagining an Etsy shop full of decorations (wedding or otherwise) made entirely of waste materials, except for essentials like thread and glue. And when I say waste materials, I mean it—these are things that would be going in the garbage if they weren't going in my craft bin.

What do you think? Would you patronize/support/appreciate a business like that?

Here are some samples of paper goods I would sell, though of course I'd also work with fabric.

Garland sewn from an out-of-date almanac
Folded kusudama flower balls from a hymn book that fell apart

Happy Earth Day, everyone! Let's all celebrate by not buying something we don't need ;)

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Harry Potter-Hotel California Parody

Inspired by a CBC book-song mash-up contest from a year ago, rediscovered yesterday, finished today.

Harry Potter meets Hotel California
Dark night in September.
Scar under my hair.
Long howl of a werewolf
Rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light.
My heartbeat quickened and my eyes grew wide—
I loved that castle on sight!

There she stood in the doorway.
"First years!" I heard her yell,
And I was thinking to myself,
Is this Hogwarts or is it Hell?
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed us the way.
There were statues in the corridor;
I thought I heard them say,

"Welcome to seven years at Hogwarts.
Such a magic place.
Such a tragic face.
Plenty to do in your seven years at Hogwarts:
See a dragon born.
Find a unicorn."

His mind is Slytherin-twisted.
When he speaks he offends.
He's got a couple brawny bodyguards
That he calls friends.
When they strut through the courtyard,
See Neville sweat.
They'll steal his remembrall
Just to make him forget!

So I'm called by the captain,
"Please bring me the snitch!
We haven't had a quidditch victory since 1996."
And still that voice is a-calling inside my head:
"What to do, oh what to do with you?
Griffindor!" he said.

Welcome to seven years at Hogwarts.
Such a magic place.
Such a tragic face.
Never give up in your seven years at Hogwarts.
Learn an airborne sport.
Battle Voldemort.

Candles on the ceiling,
The pumpkin juice on ice,
And I said, "We are all just sitting ducks here.
I've got to set things to rights."
In the underground chambers
I finally faced him alone.
He can find the Mirror of Erised,
But he just can't get the stone!

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door.
I had to find the passage back
To Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Relax," said the matron.
"Your friends will all be relieved."
They can send me back to Privet Drive
But I'll never really leave!

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Harley and the Vacuum Monster

Little dog Harley hates housecleaning days,
Even though I've never asked him to help.
When I get the broom he
Begins to look gloomy.
When I start the dishes he's downright suspicious.
When I wash the mirror
He's shaking with fear.
When I get the vacuum he flees with a yelp!

The vacuum's a monster! The Harley dog knows it.
It rumbles and grumbles wherever it goes.
It lashes its tail
With a flip and a flail.
It rages and roars
As it claws at the floors.
Things snuff up its snout
And they never come out!
But Harley-dog's safe in the basket of clothes.

Until...


Thursday, April 5, 2012

Craft Time: Gathered Ribbon Flowers

My very artistic friend Helen came over a few days ago to relieve her end-of-term stress with some crafty relaxation. We made flowers out of ribbons and lace. I was the slapdash creator, whipping up a bouquet of simple gathered blossoms. Helen was the careful one, labouring over a single ornate bloom complete with beads and lace. We were both following a tutorial from the blog "Make it Do."

Following... loosely.

 And now I have the same problem I faced nearly a year ago when I my gathered lace flowers: what on earth am I going to use them for?

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Tablecloth Shirt: Putting those lovely, old linens to use

With school in its final week and a deadline for a freelance project approaching, I haven't had much time to devote to crafting. Still, there are moments when I've just had enough of the computer screen and I need to make something pretty. That's when I go work on this:


It's very much a work in progress, full of pins and with no sleeves or straps yet, but it soothes my crafty soul.


My original plan was to make a shirt with vintage handkerchiefs, but the dimensions didn't work out. So I turned to tablecloths and table runners instead, cutting around stains and looking for ways to get the most out of my yardage. I don't regret the switch—just look at these details!





























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Friday, March 23, 2012

A silly, little poem

 

He gave her a violet.
She gave him an orange.
He have her a turquoise on top of a ring.
They feasted on greens topped with chestnuts and peaches—
The colours ran out then—and so did their fling.




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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Repurposing vintage linens

I was wrong—I couldn't balance TwilightTree and Retrouvé on top of work and my other school assignments. TwilightTree, I apologize for my inattention. Followers, if you want to know what I've been up to the past month, check out Retrouvé online magazine.

But now I'm back! And I'm back with a whole new source of creative material. This week I managed a rare visit home to my parents in Northern Ontario. Mom and I went through the old cedar chest together and she gave me...

...an absolute...


...fortune...


...in vintage hankies...


... and doilies...


...and napkins...


... and table runners.

I am going to have so much fun with these!

In fact, I can't wait to get to work creating, so that's all I'll say for now.

Have a wonderful day!

Love, Erin

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