Krappy Kristmas per Christine, Echo and Elizabeth.

Santa sends in the clowns!

Ahhhh,  the year 2011 is drawing to a close.  I just spent the day with my extended family as we gathered for Krappy Kristmas 2.0  The Next Generation!  Generously enough, my sister Curse and her daughters Echo and Elizabeth took on the unrolling of Krappy Kristmas.  It was so much easier and funner to arrive as the Grand Dame with fabulously decorated presents, as opposed to carrying the whole ordeal.

Krappy Kristmas is the equivalent of the White Elephant game but with a little more of an edgy quality.  As tradition has it, somewhere in the pile of “gifts” is a $2o bill, a box of See’s candies, a Fart Machine and then whatever manner of mayhem the participants can muster.  You have to come with the right attitude to really enjoy it, if you are there to make up for all the beautiful presents that you may not engender at D25, you may not do so well.  This game is all about deception, enticement and dashing of hopes!  In years past we have had such items as a taxidermy baby duck whose listing head was covered with a nice bow on it’s neck.  We’ve had gnarled ginger roots in murky watery bottles and fruit cakes with a bite out of them.  This year there was a package from Europe that held paper funnels that would allow a woman to pee standing up (and that was just decoration on the Outside of the package), we had snowmen that pooped jelly beans into a basket, Attends for Men, horrible paintings such as a Cujo flavored poodle, 3 of the queen’s guards, one of  whom’s kilt had arisen to expose his hairy bum (I clipped a plush gorilla toy and glued the fur onto the most offensive parts of said painting).  Another of the especially fun traditions of the game is the ability to steal presents from others.  Yesterday, as in all Christmas’ past, some presents took on a life of there own and were stolen and whipped back and forth, over and over again.  The joke is that no one Really knows what’s inside them, but that doesn’t seem to diminish the fervor and angst players experience.   I hope that your Christmas is satisfying, and as fun as mine has already been!                                         ( Go to the photo section to see more Krap!)


ON a sad note:  I’m closing down the shop space as of Dec. 31st.  I think I would do better if I lived in the Castro or West Hollywood, but alas, I am here in Phoenix where we seem to be suffering from a dearth kitsch lovers.  Darnitall!

Art at Your Finger Tips!

I just finished up three days of classes with Michael DeMeng, one of my favorite artists.  I don’t know anything about his history, but I imagine it as tortured and tangled.  You could not create work like his having grown up in the Ozzy and Harriet family.  His work is dark, interesting, multi-layered and frequently creepy.  The Mighty Deb, Sister Curse and I took his one day workshop called “The Island of DeMented Toys” on Friday, what a blast!  How could you not have fun while sawing apart toys and reassembling them in new, and sometimes disturbing configurations?  Art Unraveled puts on a week and a half of all different types of workshops every August, here in the Phoenix area.  There is every kind of art media that I could think of, probably some you would love, too.  I took two more days of DeMeng’s class called “Mad Alchemist’s Cabinet” by myself, my pals had to get back to their lives.  I was so inspired after our Friday class that I went out and bought a Dremel.  They seem like such a practical tool–there are attachments that allow you to cut through wood, ceramics, plastic, and even metal.  You can sand, polish, or use a wire brush, amongst many other purposes that I don’t even know of yet.  I have posted photos on flickr of Michael DeMeng and all of our various projects, come see for yourself!  http://www.flickr.com/photos/katsdeelite/  Another highlight of my Art Unraveled trip was rondivouing with my web designer Tracey Kazmir-Cree who lives in Colorado,  and her friend Artsy Fran who resides in Phoenix.  It was fun to hear about the classes that they had taken and to catch up on each other’s lives.  I love Art Unraveled!  A big thank you to Linda Young and her family, who make it all come together.  Go if you have ever wanted to dip your toe into the art world, or even if you teach classes, yourself.  There is always more to learn and friendships to make!