Category: screen captures

Yes Weekly: Woodie Anderson’s Spirit Animals Stalk the Triad

What a wild journey art takes you on sometimes. Today’s YES! Weekly has a nice article on current art exhibits in the Triad that touches on how my recent paintings for Tristin Miller’s Spirit Animal exhibit and Kendall Doub’s invitation to play in the Art Park inspired the new work now at Kilpatrick Design (thanks to Lee Mecum’s curation).

Yes Weekly - Wednesday, December 11,2013

I enjoyed talking to writer Jordan Green last Friday at the reception about my work. Read the whole article online here (And if you’re curious, you can take the Spirit Animal quiz here and tell me what YOUR animal is.)


Screen Capture: Paris When it Sizzles

screen captures: Paris when it sizzles

I’ve been saving this for my next gratitude post, but as I sit here– doing my taxes, thinking about the last few weeks, thinking about ways to avoid doing my taxes–I need a little pick-me-up. I don’t know if it’s the bitter cold winds and short days of winter or the recent unexpected illnesses of friends. Maybe it’s just the normal social-media jealousy and malaise. Or it could be the growing to-do list that seems more painful with the flipping calendar pages. Whatever it is, I’m taking a moment to hit the reset button.

I just keep losing sight of just how nice it is to be me. Right now. Sitting here doing my taxes.

It’s pretty nice, really. I spent the other night filling in the gaps in my Audrey Hepburn obsession with 1964’s Paris When it Sizzles. Not the best movie, but the word “romp” is fair. The final scene is set during a rambunctious Paris street party. People are dancing, people start fighting, food is thrown, people are shouting and cheering and looking very french. Spoiler alert: The Girl gets the Guy in the end. Yep.

But, the best part happens on the sidelines when several scoops of ice-cream get knocked loose and go flying through the air, knocking the breath out of an innocent bystander. A lesson for us all:

screen captures: Paris when it sizzles

When life starts a fight and dumps ice-cream down your cleavage …

screen captures: Paris when it sizzles

… Smile and then dance.

If only this were an animated gif. I hope I captured the joy at least, even though you can’t see the gleeful improvised jig.

screen captures: Doc Martin

screen captures: Doc Martin
My latest netflix streaming addiction has been the British series Doc Martin. I just finished the last episode of the available  four seasons (I believe season 5 was filmed this summer) and found it thoroughly enjoyable, if a wee bit on the silly side. Quirky personalities, a medical mystery in every show and a sweet (slightly unbelievable) romantic subplot make it a nice show to unwind with at the end of a long day. Plus, I love  the locations – the town is very scenic and all the little details in the homes (wild wallpaper, low doorways, etc) add a neat layer to the experience . It was a fun show to mainline.

So what show do I take up next? I’m thinking about some retro-veiwing. I’ve never seen Buffy or Twin Peaks. Or I could go modern and try out Breaking Bad. Too many choices… Anyway, gotta love Martin Clunes‘s ability to make uncomfortable faces. Some of my fav captures from the show below.

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screen captures: philosophers

book - page capture
book - page capture

Finished reading Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk a bit ago. I hadn’t read any of his work before, found it a fast but somewhat disturbing read. Reminded me of Anne Tyler’s A Slipping-Down Life, a little. Major plot twists felt a little forced, seemed like there were too many strings showing, but it was entertaining. I was particularly struck by  this section of dialog:

…and Brandy says not to watch myself too close. “Honey,” she says, “times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever.”
Us in the speech therapist office, Brandy says, “It helps to know you’re not any more responsible for how you look than a car is.” Brandy says. “You’re a product just as much. A product of a product of a product. The people who design cars, they’re products. Your parents are products. Their parents were products. Your teachers, products. The minister in your church, another product.” Brandy says. Sometimes your best way to deal with shit, she says, is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
Skin, bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what’s inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you’d die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited.


It reminded me of a recent  interview on The Diane Rehm Show. In the segment I found particularly poignant, Jane Fonda talks with Diane about her relationship with her parents and their expectations (including her father’s objectification of her and his expectation that her brother be ‘heroic’) and how she learned to approach them.

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screen captures: post-modern moments

Lost in Austen

I’ve been vegging out a bit, dealing with the standard  fatigue and postpartum depression of post-show life. Will post show pix soon. Meantime, getting back into the swing of things after a long weekend. I bet many of us are in the same boat. Might I make a humble suggestion? Spend some time Lost in Austen. Streaming live on Netflix, at the moment. Some nice plot/character twists, for those of us who know the plot of Pride and Prejudice backwards, forwards and sideways. Bonus: a new stand-in for Darcy for those of us who are a bit weary of the aging, stuttering Colin Firth.

Lost in Austen

Jemima Rooper plays a “modern girl somehow transported into the events of the book via a portal located in her bathroom”, and I know it sounds cheesy as all get-out, but it somehow works. It’s fun, clever and best of all – a great escape to the world of the Bennets of Longbourn. Hey, you! Stop rolling your eyes. No one is looking. Suspend your disbelief, pour a glass of wine,  and enjoy the “restorative wonder of both fantasy and classic literature“. Ah!, That’s more like it.

Lost in Austen

Can you guess which one’s Darcy? OK, **Spoiler alert **, stop scrolling through the pix if you don’t want a hint or two about what MIGHT happen. Otherwise, scroll on brave one, scroll on. And happy Austening.

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