there's no finer cat than I am.

Since I have the song on my blog now, I wanted to show the music video. Lady and the Tramp is my favorite Disney movie ever! The animation is beautiful. Aside from He's a Tramp, this song is probably my favorite (and showcases Peggy Lee's vocal abilities nicely!).

my friend flicka.

Ann Kirchner, who mans the front desk at AIB these days, has created a Flickr acount for AIB! My work, along with the work of many others, is viewable now! Visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/aiboston to see the gallery. Ann's show, "Portraits and Pages", is being held at the Brookline Arts Center on 86 Monmouth Street in Brookline, MA. The opening is Friday June 27th from 6 to 8 pm. You should all go!!

down the rabbit hole for another summer.

camera obscura

An update in pictures. When life is less crazy, I will put up new art! (finally.)

if I could only get you oceanside.

I plague myself with an image of idealized love. It comes out of my fingertips in almost everything that I do - painting, writing, even underlining the writing of others. I've been called a hopeless romantic more times than I can count and it never bothered me because I know that's what I am. The problem, for me, comes when I am forced to realize that perhaps my idea of love is not realistic, or that the loves that I have thought to be perfect were not as perfect as they seemed. The relationship of Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera is one that has fascinated me. While I did not find that to be completely ideal, seeing as he cheated on her regularly and she herself took many other lovers, Frida and Diego could not stay away from each other. They needed each other. Life wasn't life without the other one. I fell in love with the relationship of Henry Miller and Anais Nin when I read Henry and June, but even he cheated on her (as he was cheating on his own wife with Anais). What gets me about these couples is the intellectual connection and passion that they shared. Is it too much to ask for fidelity and a passionate and creative relationship? And if you're lucky enough to have such a relationship in the palm of your hands, how do you keep your crazy creative mind from becoming paranoid? These are things I think about a lot, and too much. Thinking too much is a problem of mine. I heard someone say once, "She doesn't allow weaknesses in others because she doesn't allow them in herself." I'm thinking about the last scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's, when Paul Varjek leaves Holly in the cab and tells her she's scared of being in a cage but she's already in a cage and she built it herself. I am building cages. Sometimes I think I wait for things that don't exist and miss out on what is earthly perfection when it's right in front of me. I am trying to learn. I am trying to grow. I am trying to value my own worth. I've found myself untamable. I am ready to be tamed, should someone know how to tame me.

our little one-eyed pirate.

Today, our lovely girl Gizmo had to be put to sleep. I'm going to miss her more than words can say. She and O'Malley were a big part of my life and everyday I spent with them was better just for them having been there. Her little bed looks so empty. It was her time, though, and she looked so beautiful and peaceful once she'd gone.
There's always this time before animals die when you bring them outside, and it's like they're aware of nature. There's a very big difference in their perception of nature, and it was especially evident in gizmo when we brought her out to the car and it made me feel so much better because I feel like it means they're so close to death, in this really peaceful way where they have this understanding of the world that you can only have when you're about to die. I feel like when you die you just become a part of everything and if you're part of something you understand it, and Gizmo was becoming part of and understanding nature. O'Malley always understood nature. The way Gizmo acted today reminded me of how O'malley always was. She could feel the wind and she lifted her head, and she couldn't see but she could feel it. And the wind did feel so good because it was warm. And my mom was carrying her in her arms and it was just blowing through her fur and she had been in so much pain but she suddenly seemed fine, calm, and aware. Malley used to go outside in the winter and just lay down in one spot in the snow for an hour, and we'd secretly watch him out the window because he was so handsome, and his head would be tilted up and he'd just be smelling and feeling the air, and he looked like he was thinking. And in those moments I felt like he knew things I could never know. I feel like it's the kind of knowledge that buddhists believe in. like enlightenment, which I feel is entirely about being one with nature. All I know is I miss Gizmo and O'Malley so much. I was so lucky to have them, to know them. Animals are such a gift and they were two of my gifts in this life. I love you both forever, Gizmo and O'Malley. Promise.

news!

My mother has created a blog! She became a full-time painter when I was nine years old, and in recent years she's been a part of Penny Lane Publishing. She's just begun her blog and I'm really excited to see how she goes about it (everyone's blogs are so unique to them!). She really loves what she does and has been the main source of encouragement in my artistic endeavors. She's the first link in my artists sidebar, so check it out! Love you, Mom!
artwork copyright donna atkins.

all in green went my love riding.

I've always had a thing for couples from throughout history who were artists, writers, musicians, etc. Women and men who found another being that fueled them creatively in addition to their love. Maybe it's that two individually passionate people can make excedingly spectacular passion together. Romaine Brooks had a number of partners like this. Of course for Anais Nin, Henry Miller was the one and only inspiration for her best works. Lately I've been thinking about Georgia O'Keefe the painter and Alfred Stieglitz the photographer. He fell in love with her hands, and extensively photographed her for decades in an attempt to capture every aspect of her. Unlike the other couples mentioned, Georgia and Alfred married and stayed that way until his death. Very romantic, no?


photographs of Georgia O'Keefe by Alfred Steiglitz.

thoughts and lovely pictures I found on google image.

Lately, my mind doesn't even know which way to look. I can't believe that in two months, I'll be done with college. It's a scary thing. At the same time, it's incredibly exciting. My world for the past 16 years has been school, and that is about to change. I've been very excited to create my own little world for a very long time, and it's so close now! I love what I do, and I'll always be doing it no matter what.
A week ago a boy told me, "Your walks seem almost sacred to you. And for those hours, I felt like I was let into your world." It's one of my favorite things anyone has ever said to me. He is a writer and he is good at saying lovely things.
Last Saturday, with the senior show having been the night before (and therefore feeling completely restless with no goal right in my face to be working towards), I was in desperate need of some kind of stimulation, preferably from something completely unknown to me. The AMC in Harvard Square didn't have Penelope, which I really wanted to see, so I checked what the Brattle Theater had. The film was named Last Year in Marienbad, a french film in subtitlees, and it sounded so strange and peculiar that I left my desk immediately to buy my ticket to the 9:30 show. The film started off slow, but sucked me in rather quickly and I never wanted it to end. It was disturbing and sterile. The people like walking manequins, the hotel like a living thing. It was painfully romantic. I won't give anything away because I think it is very much worth renting. It was just what I needed that night.
Anais Nin with lover whose name I forget at the moment. I've been reading a lot lately. Reading a new fiction called "Tolstoy Lied," which would be adored by any literature major on this planet. Rereading Henry and June. "The Last American Valentine: Illustrated Poems to Seduce and Destroy" edited by Derrick Brown, featuring work by Buddy Wakefield. Amber Tamblyn, Mindy Nettifee, and other beautiful poets. It's sooo good. Lately, I like to listen to: Kate Nash, Amy Winehouse, old Jewel, and many of my assorted playlists.
And that is all for now! I've started a new painting and hope to complete at least one more over this spring break. Mom and I saw Mrs. Pettigrew lives for a day (looooved it!! Such beautiful clothing and Amy Adams is so wonderful.) and soon we will see Penelope!!! Other than that it should be work, work, work (and probably procrastination!). I hope you're all having a nice end to your weekend!!! :) Amanda <3

wish I was the moon tonight.

I am seeing this lady,
on February 2nd!! With Cathy, Shane, and Aaron. Terribly exciting. Neko Case's music sounds like nothing else and I love walking into a store and recognizing her voice on the speakers. There's something so heart breaking and lovely about all her songs, perfect for that exquisite kind of wallowing. I just might feel like painting tonight.
I just purchased two CDs: Girl Groups of the 60s and Sh-Boom. ahahaha. I can't even tell you how much I love this type of music. It's possibly my favorite just-mine, rainy day, doing anything kind of music ever since Court, Ab, Linds and I recorded our own version of The Leader of the Pack in 8th grade. Josephine Baker is on her way here in the mail. Excitement is all around!

porch boy.

Some pages from the sketchbook I worked in May-November 2007, which was lovingly titled "the unofficial number three" the day I bought it. I get really connected to sketchbooks, journals, etc., and then when they are filled and I have to move onto the next one it's actually quite hard. Does anyone else have that problem?


I've also read several short stories from this book today:
I went on my usual book search which occurs every time I've finished whatever it is that I've been reading (in this case, The Seas by Samantha Hunt - excellent). I like being at school for this journey more than being at home, because Camrbidge has my favorite place: The Harvard Bookstore basement. Last night, Borders had to do. I was looking for a book called Black Swan Green which a friend told me about, and which had excited me very much (I have an obsession with black swans in green water). Unfortunately, it was not in stock and had to be ordered. Since I was in desperate need of a book NOW, I followed my usual procedure, which means wandering around aimlessly until something speaks to me. I find the best books this way. This was how I found Ruby by Francesca Lia Block, on a particularly ominous day involving a snow storm and a run-in with a haunted elephant bead in front of the T entrance. While my trip to Borders was not half as eventful as the day of ominous elephants, I found Nissen's book and knew it was the one as soon as I saw that her first name was Thisbe. I read the back and I was sold. First of all, the very first story is entitled "The Mushroom Girl." I am automaticallly a purchaser of any book that shares a title with one of my paintings. The characters are lovely and messed up in delicate and realistic and beautiful ways all involving love. And you know that I love love. Her writing is somewhat reminiscent of Karen Russell for me. They came out around the same time. They are reminiscent of each other: unintentionally, perfectly. My favorite lines of Thisbe's, I think, are the following, and it is only because they explain the exact way I would describe my mind's thought process on the topic: "He doesn't even want what he's supposed to want: a partner, compatibility, we-both-like-to-take-long-walks-with-our-dog kind of love. That's yuppie love. Drew wants crazy love: fated, astrological, intense, cosmic, I-saw-you-and-I-knew love. He thinks maybe he could find that with the mushroom girl. He doesn't know why he thinks this, he just does." And I'll leave you with that. Love, me.

banana skirt.

Josephine Baker, Haiti, 1934. I love everything about it from the girls' costumes to the giant birdcage.

What, this old thing?

I just googled vintage dresses and found the site www.unique-vintage.com. I pretty much can't afford any of their dresses, but they're so beautiful. The ones I found aren't real vintage, because you can get them in any size (but that's almost a good thing. It's so frustrating to find a beautiful vintage dress and have it not fit you, but so exciting when you find one that fits you perfectly!). The website seems to have some cheesy modern-day prom gowns (the cheesy ones that EVERYONE at your prom was wearing), but the following dresses make up for all that:


I've been working on a new painting. It will be up soon. :) Have a great new years! <3