I come bearing the gift of steampunk!

Does anyone remember my little blurb when I was talking about going to Another Anime Convention a few months ago, up in Nashua, NH? Like I briefly mentioned, I ended up going to a lot of really amazing steampunk panels. Ones discussing Steampunks, Victorian ethics, and our own ethics; and ones of Steampunk around the world, because seriously, why do so many Steampunks cling to Victorian England when there was a whole amazing world to steam up. I learned about, for instance, the art of James Ng, who is a really brilliant example of non-Western-centric Steampunk, and just a beautifully skilled drafstman.

All the Steam panels I went to were run by members of The Wandering Legion or by Ay-Leen the Peacemaker, writer for the blog Beyond Victoriana. If they're ever at a convention you're attending, check them out. it is well worth your while.

As it was, this con coincided with a project for my Fashion and Body Adornment Class. It was my self-directed final and my teacher, curious about this Steampunk stuff I'd been drawing, steered me in the direction for more of it. I was kind of "meh" at first, because I felt like I'd exhausted my interesting in drawing steampunk, but then I decided to roll with it, working specifically non-British Steampunk, deciding to create outfits for people in different countries. So in the end, things work out.

In making these paintings, I gave myself a few rules:

1) The countries I chose would be associated with Great Britain in some way, largely through the Commonwealth.
2) I would preserve the corseted silhouette in my figures' outfits, but find new ways to use it.
3) NO GOGGLES OR GEARS. Though two of my characters were in situations where goggles would have been inappropriate, I didn't want to default to one of the traditional default icons of Steampunks. Of course that's kind of bullshit, given rule 2 but....

Here they are.

1) Arctic Canada. Her outfit was inspired by Inuit gear when going up into the Arctic Circle to hunt seals. Her corset is worn for extra core warmth and the metal trappings on her boots have spikes to crunch through ice. There are sun marks under her eyes.


2) Egypt. This one is where I started dressing characters, rather than trying to costume a culture. This character walked into my head, someone who offers to guide foreign tourists and archaeologists through tomb sites, but takes them to tombs that are open or trapped, while steering them away from ones that are still safe and unseen.


3) Singapore. I know, I know. It's a bit of an anachronism to have a food hawker for a genre that branches into the early 20th century at best when Hawker Centres are more a mid-20th century/contemporary thing but...sh. Just...shhh. So here is my food hawker. The corset she's wearing is back support for the steam-heater backpack that carries all her food in different canisters. Steam power keeps the food delicious and hot, with an exhaust pipe directed away from her body to prevent burns. This way, she can set up at any old road side and sell her food.

And there you have it!

Oh and since, an hour and 27 minutes ago, it was Christmas, I had an excellent time with my mother and two of my aunts who are visiting from the Philippines. Gifts were given. Too much food was eaten. Doctor Who was watched. Good times. Good times.

Things That Suck

That.

I mean. I've been using one for a couple of months now. But...

>|

Oh shit, who let the artist start blogging

So, freshman year, one of my class readings was Claes Oldenburg's "I Am For An Art" a series of musings of being interested in art that "does something other than sit on its ass in a museum." As an eighteen-year-old in her first three months of an art school, to put it mildly, it didn't make an impression. Luckily hindsight is 20/20 and all those other clichés. I just read it again for another class, four years later, in the first three months of my senior year and I realized...

I am making that art.

Last year, I reconciled myself to something: I am never going to make museum art. And I okay with that. I make art that hangs from someone's cell phone, or sits on someone's bed. I make art that lives in context. If you put my Bitty Biters in a museum? Everyone would laugh and I would laugh the hardest. Because dude. What?

Admittedly, I am not a huge fan of Claes Oldenburg's art. Neither enamored nor enraged. I grew up in Cleveland and his Free Stamp has been a ubiquitous part of the landscape of my childhood impression of the city and maybe because I've been exposed to it for so long without knowing it was supposed to be Art by a Famous Artist, I cannot bring myself to admire it now.

But I do like his "I Am For An Art." It's hard to ignore it when this is part of the statement.

Ich bin für eine Kunst, die sich auf den alltäglichen Mist einläßt und doch siegreich bleibt.
Roughly (which is to say Google) translated: I am for an art that gets involved in everyday crap and remains victorious.

I work in everyday crap. It is my goal. Toys, charms, trinkets. I want and am happy to make that.

Let's hope I remain victorious.

Username?

So it occurs to me I've had the handle "napalmtree" for so long that I've never really bothered to explain it. So here's the story, boys and girls.

Once upon a time, I was a freshman in art school. And because I was an ARTIST I was DIFFERENT. I was above the norm and clearly the thing to do was cut and dye my hair willy nilly. Because I was EDGY.

Anyway, my hair changed colors constantly. Pink, purple, green, pink again, and on and on. Eventually, I settled on the color I liked best: Special Effects Napalm Orange/Agent Orange. That was the one I've done most and stuck with longest. And I've always had a peculiar attachment to the word "Napalm."

...which is actually kind of atrocious when you consider what napalm is but ANYWAY.

I eventually noticed the OH SO CLEVER wordplay of na-palm-tree and it was just a combination of words that sounded good and suited my admittedly both insane and extremely stupid worldview. And, well, it stuck. It just worked and, most of the time, it wasn't taken on most sites. I'm napalmtree on Twitter (Follow me!) and hold napalmtree and napalmtreeart on deviantArt and Livejournal respectively, though I haven't posted them. there's also a napalmtree on livejournal, but that's not me.

And since I like to keep embarrassing myself:

Oh yes. So edgy.