April 24, 2006


Carol Tyler (above), America's first lady* of what in the olden days, were called "wimmins commix", is having a small, affordable art auction on ebay of inspirational cupcakes drawings.

I interviewed Ms. Tyler recently, which will appear in this month's issue of the arts quarterly, ANP, which is my most favorite magazine aside from the New Yorker, and is put together by Brendan Fowler aka BARR, Ed Templeton and Aaron Rose and is FREE all over the place and should be to you soon; I am loonily excited to be writing for them. Loonily: when was the last time you blv'd in a magazine?

Here is a special excerpt from the interview, for all the mamas that read the blog. Carol Tyler's new collection of her work is called Late Bloomer, and it is dedicated to anyone who ever had to put their art or dreams on hold to deal with real, messy life. Here is a quote from the interview where she talks about her own life and art goals in relations to being a mom:

The art career goals pre-baby were defined by the template given to me in art school: that the artist’s path was logical and linear, and that anything short of success in New York meant complete and utter failure.

And of course, at first, because I went out west and had a baby, that’s what I felt like. People would lay poisonous comments like, “Once you have a kid, that’s it for your career!”

I think what disturbed me so much when I first became a mother was, that linear progression thinking didn’t work anymore and, because linear progression was what being an artist WAS (as they taught me to believe in school), I felt completely devastated. I had to shift into a new paradigm. For example, Boohoo, another day that was not about me or my creative juices, although . . . maybe it still could be, but not in the form I was taught was the “right” form. I had to invent a “new” form, a new way of maintaining my creative innards and thriving despite all.

This meant drawing when I could for Weirdo magazine, edited by the Crumbs and training myself to see every activity in life, regardless of the category, as holding creative potential. Whether it was cooking or laundering or helping with 3rd grade homework. It all became this bright and lively subject matter! So I wrote it all down, in journals and on scraps of paper that I could draw upon later, whenever I was ready. It became a gigantic creative savings account, still there, on shelves, in the studio.

(* Julie Doucet is Canadian)

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