Daily Dose of Craziness

One-a-day selected alternative projects, mail art, performance scores, subverted street art and more by multi-disciplinary mixed media conceptual artist Jennifer Weigel. Check back every day for a new work from a totally random, open-theme.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014

Glamour Poll






Glamour Poll
Reappropriated magazine print imagery digital collage with new text

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Spam Poetry

Dillon Rivera
You did
Ring up Fair Rosamun, That warnt usual.

That was just his way.
April 11, 2013 1:56 PM

Morgan Watkins
She called them tributes
But it didnt save him, UNKNOWN FRIEND.
Oh, hes sly, I reckon
April 15, 2013 9:59 AM

Nellie Fischer
CHAPTER XII
Its the way theyre raised, Jacksons Islands the place.

Petersburg? its from Sis.
April 16, 2013 11:19 AM

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Healthy Harvest


Healthy Harvest
Found brass fruits in found plastic mixed fruits bag

Monday, November 24, 2014

My Babushka's Pysanky

Babushka, my grandmother, smiled a wide smile as she sat at the kitchen table.  Jars of bright colors peeked over old newspaper.  She patted the chair beside her and I sat down.  A basket of eggs sat in the middle of the table, along with a candle, a small pot and some sticks.  “When I was a girl, my mother taught me how to make pysanky,” she said.

“What are pysanky, Babushka?”

“Pysanky are Ukrainian Easter eggs.  We make pysanky for good luck and because it is tradition,” she said.  “Each spring we make them, just as our mothers and grandmothers did before us, and their mothers and grandmothers before them.”

Babushka held out a basket with some of the eggs she had finished.  They were very detailed with many lines and bright colors.  Some had animals on them, like birds, horses, sheep and deer.  Several others had flowers and plants.

“In pysanky, there are many symbols.  Every line means something,” said Babushka.

She handed me an egg with lines circling it.  “Lines that go around an egg make a circle.  Circles do not start or stop.  They can stand for cycles that repeat, like the seasons.”  I spun the egg in my hand and looked at the circles that the lines made.

“What about the animals?” I asked, pointing to an egg with a horse on it.

“Different animals mean different things,” Babushka said.  “Horses, sheep and cows are drawn onto eggs to bring farmers good luck.  Farmers may rub these eggs on the foreheads of their animals to make them strong and healthy!”

Babushka gave me an egg with a fish on it.  “Fish stand for good luck and good fortune.  Many stories are told where fish helped people find their way.”

“What about this one?” I asked, looking at an egg covered in triangles.

“That is a forty triangles pattern.  The triangles represent different parts of life, such as childhood, work, being a mother, and traveling.  Each triangle stands for part of a person’s life without actually showing it.”  Babushka smiled.  “The forty triangles pysanky are used for wedding gifts.”

Babushka had made so many!  Each one was a little different from the rest.  “Why do you make so many pysanky, Babushka?” I asked.

“An old legend says that as long as people make pysanky, there will be good in the world.  When we make pysanky, evil will be kept away.  But if there are few or no pysanky made, evil will be strong and bad things would happen all over the world.”

“Babushka...” I asked, “Can I come help you make pysanky next spring?”

“You certainly can, Little One,” said Babushka.  “You certainly can.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

I Like the Cold






I Like the Cold
Watercolor and pen drawing for Let's Go Slushmucking

Saturday, November 22, 2014

So That Explains It...






So That Explains It...
Collaboration with Keith Buchholz to enter in WCA show on feminism as commentary on men not being able to enter WCA shows

Friday, November 21, 2014

Let's Go Slushmucking

Come with me –
we’ll go outside in winter clothes
and make snow angels
and throw snowballs,

And we’ll find a big patch of slush
in the sidewalk
and stomp on it
so it flies everywhere,

And we’ll laugh and look for more
and we’ll jump in
and the slush’ll jump out –
that’s called slushmucking.

Would you like to come slushmucking with me?

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Sisters

You donned your burka
making absolutely certain
that every inch of flesh
was covered and concealed.
Hidden within your shroud
just to pick up your child at school.

I went to the salon today
to get a perfect all-over tan,
bleached my hair blonde
and made up my face.
Lipsticked and mascaraed,
just to pick up my child at school.

First and foremost
we are both adornments,
objects of male desire
before we are anything more.
But your desirability is punished
while I am praised for my own.


I find it interesting that so many people feel such a strong desire to free Taliban women from oppression while not recognizing that they live in what is very much a sister culture.  Both cultures idealize women for their sexuality as objects of male desire before recognizing their other attributes.  Women are prizes to be won and dominated in both cultures, which is a male-centered view of human sexuality, and an unhealthy one at that.

Some people have recognized this in our own culture and are concerned about the effects of these teaching on our girls and adolescent women.  Several have called for a reformation of how women are presented in television, movies and mass media.  But the Taliban has shown that modesty is not a solution because women are still objectified.  We need to teach our daughters to respect themselves and to value themselves for less superficial traits.  We need to regard women first and foremost as fellow human beings with knowledge and skills to impart and not just focus on their sexual desirability.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Fate Worse Than Death


Fate Worse Than Death
Found paintings sold for $5 or less apiece at Goodwill, estate sales, flea markets...

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

$1 Store Oil Painting






$1 Store Oil Painting
Printing on acetate on $1 store oil painting, sold at silent auction for $10 as further commentary

Monday, November 17, 2014

Plein Air Cookies






Plein Air Cookies
Cookies frosted en plein air and given out to event coordinators and fellow artists during the Augusta plein air festival to say thank you

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Distance Between Us

... are we locked into these bodies?
Are we anything at all?
Let's hold out for something sweeter
Spread your wings and fly
This distance is dreamin'
We're already there tonight
- Live, The Distance

The preceding lyrics accompanied a performance score for Re:Imagining Staten Island, a mail art show organized by Jonathan Leiter & Reuben Sandwich at Deep Tanks Studio, April 2014

Included Google walking directions from “St. Louis, MO” to “Staten Island, NY”

St. Louis, MO to Staten Island, NY
Google Maps, Walking Directions (as of Jan. 2014)
959 mi, 316 hours

https://maps.google.com/maps?saddr=St.+Louis,+MO&daddr=Staten+Island,+NY&hl=en&sll=38.627002,-90.199404&sspn=0.370668,0.54245&geocode=FbpmTQIdlKqf-in5ju36qbTYhzFb4Lsiyuo5vg%3BFcwxawIdx46U-ynn1PR570XCiTF4vLo0hR8nUA&dirflg=w&mra=ls&t=m&z=6

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Want Out?

There’s snow on the ground
and the cat wants outside.
I open the door
and he looks outside.
But he never goes outside –
he only runs and hides under the table.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Trophy Series






The Trophy Series
Altered trophies: Worst Dressed, Underachiever, Loser, Narcissistic Egomaniac, Schmooze

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Gifts

Millie got a puppy.
Cynthia got a drum.
Billy got a plastic gun.
George got a tambourine.

Jenny got a talking doll.
Geoffrey got a train engine.
Kenny got a tape player.
Tommy got an ambulance.

Grandma got a radio.
Grandpa got a can opener.
Mommy got a Cuisinart.
Daddy got an electric drill.

And I just got a headache.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Amphitheater






Amphitheater
Plein air painting from Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Friday, November 7, 2014

Her Universe






She Wasn't Sure if Her Universe Was Expanding or Contracting...
Assemblage with found clock, Barbie, faux roses, scrapbooking numbers, varnish created in response to Is the World Binary or Not? for Interpretations at Columbia Art League

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Have You Ever Noticed

Have you ever noticed,
when it’s really, really cold outside
and you think you must be freezing
and that soon you’ll be an icicle
growing up instead of down,
how you can see your own breath?

Have you ever noticed,
after you put out bird feeders and suet cakes
and call the birds sweetly by their names
and sing to them
about the coming of spring,
that the only ones eating are the squirrels?

Have you ever noticed,
when frost forms
and tiptoes across the winter grass
and icicles hang from the roof
like snowy ice cream cones,
how hard it is to get out of bed in the morning?

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

All in the Presentation






All in the Presentation
Reframed print intentionally badly matted with tape, hair and debris, hung askew in broken frame

Monday, November 3, 2014

Fire Sitting






Fire Sitting
Watercolor and pen drawing from Let's Go Slushmucking!

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Fortune Cookie

My husband got a good one.
“You will soon achieve perfection.”
Funny thing, since last I checked
he still hadn’t found nirvana.

Wafer-cookie torn in two along the crease,
a tongue of folded paper forks out
lucky numbers, but I don’t Lotto.
I turn the message over and over in my mind.

“Maybe in next century you can live on moon.”
I hope by then I’ve moved on to something else.
My husband thinks I “live on moon” now -
has fortune smiled upon me, or just spat in my eye?

Saturday, November 1, 2014