Kelen Malloy

Ladies n' gentleman, Kellen Malloy

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please standby...

currently on the hunt for: awesome men's earrings....

Current project muse: Austin

Listenin' to: George Micheal

Sipppin' onnnn: jug-o-water

v-o-t-e .

I voted in someone's garage with a government issued MAGIC MARKER too thick to stay inside the bubble lines, surrounded by ScreaMinG kids, by the light of my cellular phone because there were no lights besides the one on the garage motor, on top of some sort of an over-sized cardboard version of a happy meal box that was intended to give me privacy while voting, which, incidentally, NOISILY COLLAPSED when I leaned on it, WITHOUT HAVING TO SHOW ANNNY FORM OF IDENTIFICATION to the volunteers who were cooing about how 168 of the 398 possible voters for their headquarters had actually voted-they were VERY impressed with this turnout, stating that it was "higher than they had anticipated" (??!?!?!?!)) SOOOOOO needless to say, I am a little unsure about where that little piece of "official" paper is going, BUT hey, I voted ;)

 

 

the TWiTTERiNG machine .

I have been revisiting some OLD memories tonight from a girlhood spent paintings and spinning on a wheel in a damp basement studio in Buffalo New York with a tangelo orange shag rug & cold cement walls.

Summers when dayyyys were spent museum-hoPping with my beautiful artist mother.  I was remembering the stark white walls of the Albrite Knox museum where she would walk with the purpose and certainty of a woman who could educate the world about any painting or sculpture you so much glanced at, and I wandered with light toes and a deep curiosity while I tried to absorb her knowledge via some form of art osmosis. As she clickady clacked down the halls of whatever museum we were in, in whatever awesome sparkly shoes she was rocking at the time, my eyes never stopped bouncing from one painting to another. a Victor Vasarely that made me dizzy, an elegant Degas in the center of an otherwise empty room, to the high strung female guard combing the shuffling room with nervous eyes darting from one dormant camera bag to the next.

I fell in love with a few little masterpieces during those years, and  I was trying to remember the name of an old favourite of mine, and, when it dawned on me a minute ago, it gave me a niiiiiice little belly giggle...

The Twittering Machine . Paul Klee

Oil transfer drawing, watercolor and ink on paper with gouache and ink borders on board

Gnashing on: My cheeks

Sippin' on: Apple juice

Listening to: the overflow of sounds from Leigh's rusty Seinnheisers next to me in bed-he must be making a new song. .  .  .    .     .

"Good sense travels on well-worn paths, genius never; and that is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat GREAT men as lunatics."


reading: The Duality of Vision-genius and versitality in the arts by Walter Sorell
sippin on: water
listening to: birds fight about something that must be very important to them outside my apartment
feeling: the cold air on the tip of my nose and backs of my arms

Isn't she creeeepyyyyyyyyyy (sung like Lionel Richie)

Here's something a little different to play into your vampire FETISH this Halloween season .  .   .    .

http://bit.ly/VampGrill2fingerRing

My antique silver "vAmpire grill" DOUBLE FINGER ring is sure to encourage MORE than one admirer. When I wear mine, I LAYER it with my BLACK double finger CROSS RING for a deliciously Gothic feel, reminiscent of the 90's, but playing into the 2010ish Vampire craze. Sharp enough to TURN HEADS, but not to RUN YOUR TIGHTS, this ring is TO DIE FOR. 

Enjoyyyyyyy . .  .  .   .     .      .

want one? I'm sellin' em' UBER CHEAP to the first few buyers, clickyclickclick:

http://bit.ly/VampGrill2fingerRing

A slice of Apfel Pie

thissss beauty is by far my most adored style icon.

I have posted about Ms. Apfel in the past, I will continue to tip my floppy felt hat to her every few months as she is THE reason  can't WAIT to be a little old lady...