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Finding something to celebrate, appreciate and be thankful for every...single... day !

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

I Don't Like Delicious!

Illustration by Jennifer Hickey.

Oh hi! Good to see you again! I was just in the middle of posting this new quick painting turned meme that was inspired by a direct quote from my grandma who was having a grumpy day.

This phrase may or may not have been uttered during a conversation about apples.

However, outside of it's original context, this sentence is grumpilicious. It's a great way to snap yourself out of a negative mood.

Instructions:

When feeling the overwhelming and uncontrollable need to list everything that is wrong in your life, and everything that you do not like, please add this phrase (if only to amuse the loved one to whom you are venting your frustrations).

  • Say out-loud in an overly dramatic and exasperatedly grumpy voice for full effect.  
  • Apply liberally 
  • Repeat as needed.
  • Discontinue use and consult a physician if it does not produce a smile within 5 minutes.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Confounding Confection

Candy Crush Chocolate -
Far more evil than Devils Food.
Does your cruelty know no bounds?

The game Candy Crush has caused me to utter a phrase so foreign and false that it feels like blasphemy - a phrase so profoundly opposed to everything that I have ever known to be true:
"I hate chocolate"

I don't even know who I am anymore.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Peachy Keen Photography

I have always wanted to be one of those artsy girls who never goes anywhere without her camera and is always digging in and snapping amazing shots of both once in a lifetime photography moments as well as quirky unique ways of looking at mundane everyday things.

I enjoy seeing photography that truly represents the inner workings of the photographer's mind when all of the pictures are  displayed together in a body of work.

I really appreciate when a photographer is able to somehow let you look at life through a new set of eyes and communicate something to you  that just makes something in your mind click into place, and forces a miraculous shift in perception, or a deep and spiritual, life altering shift in consciousness.

I want to do this.

I realize I have set some lofty goals for myself, but I feel I am up to the challenge. I've already got my first finished piece done, and I am ready to share it with the world.

Prepare to have your mind blown.

Enjoy.






Yeah, so? It's a peach that looks like a butt.

Let me tell you there is nothing like the wave of pride that washes over you when you place your name and copyright symbol on a high quality piece that really speaks to who you are as an artist and a person.

I SHURE IZ A FANCY SHMANCY FOTO-GRAFFER.

Fan Mail Q&A Time!

Someone (who may or may not be me) recently told me that my original blog entries from several years ago were too long, look like they are trying too hard to be humorous and feel like the ramblings of  a lonely lunatic begging for attention. Excellent! - this is exactly what I was aiming for and am so glad  all the subtle nuance has come across in the finished pieces.

However, I am going to try to at least make them shorter, and/or in some way informative so it is more palatable for those with an intolerance for all the  "love me, love me...pleeease...I'll make you laugh....look at me...I am wearing a funny little hat and doing a silly dance!!" sort of thing - As well as the odd few who have no interest in my socks.

I'll start by addressing some of the many many questions I receive in the thousands of fan mail letters that arrive daily (that may or may not be from my mom).

Today's question:

Q. Hey Jenny, you are so sweet, kind, funny, and talented. I also really admire your amazing ability to replace empty cardboard tubes with full rolls of toilet paper! Also, I love your new blog! I was just wondering where can I buy some of your awesome creations?

A. Wow! Thanks! You are too kind. It took years of practice to develop my empty toilet paper roll changing skills - stay with it and you can master it one day too! If you are craving some genuine Jenny creations, please check the links on the right. I have links to my Fine Art America Gallery for prints of my paintings, as well as my sculpting website (under construction again) and brand new Zazzle Shop, as well as all the places you can follow, friend, plus, pin, like,add, and/or stalk me.


Dexter Morgan Portrait

I cannot bear to see this series end. This painting is a painting I did as a farewell to my favorite serial killer, Dexter Morgan. (yes that is the most bizarre sentence I have ever typed)


Creepy Old Portrait

As Halloween rolls around again, I thought I should dust off this creepy old portrait I painted of Barnabas Collins as portrayed by Johnny Depp for the movie Dark Shadows.




Halloween Studio - Sneak peek!

 Some ghoulishly good times coming soon....


Friday, March 22, 2013

Argyle Park Painting Woes



The painting I am working on right now is driving me insane.

It's Argyle Park in Babylon, New York, a place that I have always loved. I've never really done much with landscapes because I just have never been called to that challenge, unlike a portrait, it's not trying to do the impossible. There are no eyes or expression to get lost in,  no soul to capture, just some trees,water, sky, and flowers and stuff. At least that is what I used to think!


Painting detail.
This has been a nightmare of insecurities for me. I have reworked this piece about a million and a half times and it just never feels finished to me. Usually I know a painting is done. I can just feel it. Its as if the hunger for it has been fed and I can relax for a little while. This painting gives me no relief. It just never ends, and its driving me crazy.

I can't figure out what is wrong with it, or why, but I am in an obsessive loop of corrections with it.

I like bits and pieces of it at a time and then feel like I finally can relax, but then I walk away and come back and I cringe when I see it - not a good sign. I don't know what to do with it.

I don't think it is done, but I think I am done. I need a break and maybe after I get away from it for a while I will be able to see where I am going wrong and correct it. For now, this is the only place I am posting it.


Painting detail


Saturday, February 2, 2013

"Sock Shock"






"Sock Shock"

Oh hi!  Come on in. I was just about to whip up a nice fresh  batch of bloggy goodness just for you.


One of the main challenges that I face as a blog writer is making sure that my life stays full of interesting new experiences to share with you.

I know  there are some bloggers writing amazingly insightful articles about travel, art, politics, or religion among other intellectual stimulating subjects that manage to inform and enlighten the reader.

So, after considering all my options with a great deal of contemplation I have decided to talk to you about... my socks.



It was a day like any other, except that something was bothering my foot. It felt like there might be something in my shoe. I didn't know what it was, but it was by my pinky toe and whatever the name is for the toe next to the pinky. Moe? I have no idea.

So Pinky and Moe were feeling weird, like maybe the little sewn line across the toe was landing in the wrong place, or maybe the shoe was rubbing wrong. I ignored it.

During dinner I was talking to my family - casual dinner conversation.

Did you ever have one of those moments when you are talking to a group of people and you suddenly realize that nobody is listening, and instead of closing your mouth and sulking in the corner hugging your knees and sobbing, you start making up all sorts of wild outlandish things to make sure they are not listening at all?

These 'you aren't  listening' tests usually involve trips you took to other planets, polka dotted talking animals, and occasionally the grand finale, "and then I farted... the end".(Hey, I didn't make the rules, I just follow them. Don't judge me.)

Well I was in one of those situations. I mentioned that it felt like there was something in my shoe. I could immediately tell that I was the only one listening to me, so I continued the conversation with my target audience in mind.


"I think there is something in my shoe....."  (long pause)

"It feels like maybe ........" (long pause)

"... a tree"

"because I feel its branches rubbing against my toes..." (long pause)

"...every time the wind blows"



Now, remember this was to my target audience of *me*, so if you don't find that humorous, that's okay because I think it is fall on the floor, piss your pants, and lose control of a few of your sphincters, hilarious.

So, back to the story. Nobody was listening, but I decided to inspect my shoe for trees, sloths, or anything else that could be scraping my delicate piggies.

I discovered the unthinkable. Inside the sock that I had been wearing all day. There was a straight pin. A PIN! In my SOCK! All Day!

I know, right? Scary.

So, doing a bit of CSI like investigation, here is what I think happened.


At some point on laundry day,  the sock escaped in the laundry room and found its way to the sewing kit and was able to grab and conceal a pin - probably in the sun-don't-shine place where prisoners hide their shivs, but I don't understand enough about sock anatomy to know where a sock Proctologist would even be looking - and quite frankly, I don't want to know. Suppose all these years we have all been shoving our feet into the butt-hole of a sock. Good God,  no wonder they all try to escape on laundry day.

But I digress. Anyway, I found the shiv and removed it.

My toes, Pinky and Moe, are fine, thanks for asking.

The end.

Okay, so maybe that was not the most brain tingling or thought provoking story in the world. But there are several bloggers out there who  are writing blogs that consist of such riveting verbal prose as;
"i have a headache. i think i'll go get something to eat.... maybe. I'm kind of tired. My hair looks like crap today. Will write more later."

How can I compete with such relevant and content-rich quality writing? I cracked under the pressure.

Thanks for reading. I don't usually ramble this much, except the time when I was talking to that giant polka dot elephant that I met on a trip to Saturn....

....and then I farted. The end.