All bags are made with 100% cotton canvas construction unless otherwise stated. For the bags I use high quality professional transfers heat pressed with a commercial heat press machine onto the messengers/laptop bags. The heat press allows the transfer to bond deep into the fabric and will last a very long time. The messenger/laptop bags are the perfect size to fit your laptop or several big, heavy books with a little room left for little knick knacks. Its a great messenger bag, book bag, diaper bag, laptop bag, backpack, or whatever other use you can think of. There is also a nice little zippered pocked found on the inside of the bag. Perfect to put your wallet, keys and cellphone. – CRAFTIE ROBOT
My best friend, Maud, sent me the most wonderful email from Sweden yesterday! Her color choices and capslock always inspires me and illustrates her exuberant spirit! I think we should all write our emails like this!
Today’s dream statement:
I will have this extraordinary woman as part of my upcoming project/ women’s conference [details down the road]. Can you imagine? I can!
I found these two sketches of Maud in my 1984 journal during a visit to Sweden. I have no recollection of drawing them. 28 years ago… OMG.
Read wonderful blog entries about Maud visiting my daughter in SF at:
Watching my children grow into spectacular, fulfilled beings pursuing their passions is the greatest feeling. If I ever doubt myself, I just have to remember “wow, look at them. I was part of that.”
No matter how others doubted my methods, no matter that my children will have personal struggles as they continue to develop and grow, in this moment– we can feel content and whole knowing that the three of us are doing pretty fucking good! We ENJOY each other. And that is success.
So visiting my daughter in San Francisco, witnessing her in the midst of a beautiful family of friends, with her career and life blossoming, was EMPOWERING! I learn so much from how Anna walks her life.
The Last 11 Days is a group of charcoal drawings Sue Coe created from July 20 to 31, 1995 depicting her mother as she lay dying with cancer. The drawings reveal Coe’s private struggle with her mother’s illness and eventual death. [source]
I’m not a big fan of the word “resonate.” The meaning is OK, but the word irritates me for many reasons. But I have to use it when describing Sue Coe’s drawing of her dying mother. These pieces resonate with me as I feel such connection to my own experience.
From: BROAD STROKES
Unlike her other work, The Last 11 Days were created without the intention of being shown and reveal Coe’s private struggle with her mother’s illness and eventual death. Sue Coe is inspiring in every form, supporting issues that plague the world and refusing to sit quietly in their wake. She continues to be a magnetic force in the complex world of contemporary women artists.
One day, I will revisit and draw from the photos of my mother‘s declining body and the photo after she passed, but not yet.
What do you want to process eventually?
I know the process of drawing mom in her last weeks will be an important and necessary one for me personally. I hold onto her purse, her wallet, her phone, her trinkets, her perfume, even her last umbrella.
Before I went to San Francisco, I visited mom’s memorial leaf and just cried and cried. It’s not about needing to work on something unfinished. I’m working. It’s about not shying away from the processes of life. I don’t want to shy away.
My daughter can feel the presence of “Mormor” in her daily life in San Francisco. We often talk about how Mormor flew right down to Anna in San Francisco when she left her body.
Anna sees Mormor at the SFMOMA in the portrait by Matisse. I love that Mom also had green eyes.
gypsyOne inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life.
You need not travel to be a gypsy. You need not be forced to. You can embrace the gypsy spirit through unconventionality. I once wrote: “the greatest sin is timidity.” I referred to myself holding back. Restraining myself.
So cut the fucking cord and fly. Even while in your pj pants.
Draw what gypsy means to you. I’m hopping into my bed with a coffee and my journal and seeing where the pen takes me:
Shirley MacLaine, Bob Fosse and the broadway dancer have always epitomized gypsy to me.
This post is dedicated to annatfabulous, mystictaint and all their gypsy friends and ways. They remind me everyday about the beauty of freedom within and unbridled living without.
As I work on finding the ultimate way to present the drawings in my graphic novel and juggling how much or how little I want to use text, I continue the creative process by sketching and visiting, photographing and soaking in location shots.
Anna Thorsen, my daughter and project producer, is up from San Francisco for Canadian Thanksgiving. As the new year approaches we will be planning a later Spring 2012 art event to launch our self-published small run of the book. The event will feature interactive art and the original drawings and the night will centre around a a 40s theme:
Many have been asking if they can still contribute to the graphic novel project. That’s wonderful and very helpful!!! The rewards will stay the same as on Kickstarter. Take a look at the rewards on the Kickstarter site. You can donate viaPAYPAL by clickingDONATE
“Molly” model: Jocelyn Louise, styled by Jay Fisher
1. I will be contacting backers soon for their info so I can fulfill the rewards.
2. Supplies have been purchased, including a shoulder-strapped portfolio, so I can work on the novel downtown in situ at various story locations like Stanley Park, the Vancouver Police Museum and Mountain View Cemetery.
3. The medium will be china marker on newsprint for this look:
4. Regular updates will be posted on the Kickstarter site and this blog. Please let me know what kind of updates you are looking for as well! Feel free to comment here or on the Kickstarter site, or Email me!
5. Art event planning will happen in the new year as we approach self-publication!
6. More on-location photoshoots for illustration resources will be scheduled soon!
7. Many have been asking if they can still contribute to the project. That’s wonderful!!! The rewards will stay the same as on Kickstarter. Take a look at the rewards on the Kickstarter site. You can do donate via PAYPAL here: DONATE
Thank you for making my dream come true via KICKSTARTER!
I’ve been dying to give my daughter, Anna, her present and she finally came home to receive it! It’s a pic of our beloved pup, Tobey (now almost 12!) when he was digging in the garden at my father‘s residential care centre. I ordered the photo transfer onto canvas from PHOTO-CANVAS awhile back and the quality is amazing (soft cotton cloth feeling). It is beautifully stretched onto a wood frame. The company offers many other products and I can’t wait to order some for my art events!!!!!
***UPDATE! We’ve decided to auction off the 40″ x 60″ interactive portraits THE NIGHT of heroes with heART: Katarina Thorsen’s Interactive Portrait Event! Proceeds from these pieces go to Vancouver Friends For Life! About 5 of my smaller portraits will also be auctioned off during the evening, with part of proceeds benefiting Intersections Media as well as Kat’s youth at-risk art therapy program!
I did a portrait of Jocelyn, and painted on her, but what was most exciting for me was the fact that Jocelyn worked on her own piece as well! (Oil pastel with linseed oil on foam board)
My daughter came to town and it was SO GOOD to have a few precious minutes with her while doing her portrait! I will finish her portrait later today.
• A HUGE THANK YOU to HOLT RENFREW, Kimberly Newton, Scott Mckeown, and REBECCA RAWLINSON for this opportunity!
• Thank you to all those who came by to chat and visit and to CC for grabbing my phone to snap pictures!
• Thank you Julia Kozlov for coming by to photograph and for the following kind words:
“Kat Thorsen is just amazing. The amount of things she makes and makes and makes, people she gets involved, youth she inspires – visiting her site [SOCK MONKEY MONTHLY] is like being in the perfect world of love, art, community and sock monkeys.”
“Every time I come to witness something your part of or see something you create, I just get overwhelmed by the level of craftsmanship and presentation of your work. It is incredibly inspiring and heart warming to witness you at work and to even see your work. Today at the Holts Live Painting for example I loved the way you created an artisticly cohesive atmosphere around your work – i loved the set up for the portrait paintings – the super creative and fun sock monkeys – images of inspiration and so much more. Just amazing! And I love how focused you are on your work when you make it – and the amount of work you are able to generate. I am just always speechless after being a guest to a Kat Thorsen event!”
I look forward to working with Julia in the future!
The following piece (subjects Anna T Fabulous and Syren) is in progress and the finished product will be displayed on Saturday! It foreshadows my next big art event coming up around the end of May 2011! Details coming soon!!! Let’s just say the event will be FIT FOR A QUEEN!
I found out I was pregnant with my son, Julian, on May 20, 1987. You gotta love journals with their details. I was 25 when I wrote and drew these images in my journal on August 10, 1987. I addressed every entry after that to the baby until he was born. I recall my daughter singing to my belly every day.
I’m a mother of two! Contemplating Anna’s sisterhood…
Ultrasound today and we met BABY! Just one baby! 2 legs, 2 arms, a spine, a head, a stomach, a bladder, an umbilical cord and a beating heart! You kicked. You sucked your thumb? You held your arm behind your head. I cried. It was an overwhelming and wonderful experience. It is so amazing.
I was about to turn 23 when I drew and wrote this in my journal 26 years ago. I was 4.5 months pregnant with my daughter. I always referred to her as Felix. It wasn’t until the moment she was born and I saw her, that I yelled out, ANNA! I “recognized” her immediately.
I don’t know how else to communicate with you… I want to talk to you, touch you, hold you. I feel like I’m enclosed in a womb also. Why else would I rather sit here with you, than to pick up the phone and call old friends? Do I want them to share this experience with me? Does pregnancy have to mean…
Drawing this has made me realize that it is not only you Felix, who is crouched in the fetal position in a warm and isolated environment. I feel like I have drawn myself rather than my baby. Then again you are me… Can you read my thoughts, Felix?
Why do I not have the energy to seek out other friends? I guess my gestation period isn’t over yet.
Felix… I will always be your oasis of warmth, love, peace.
Birth will be a coming out for [me]… My desire to discover all that life has to offer will be revitalized. Pregnancy is so incredible that the wonder over all the processes going on in my body overrides other interests. Will the opening of the cervix set me “free” as it will set you free, Felix? We are free already, but we must keep protected and warm.
… Is it possible for love to keep getting stronger and stronger? Yes, it is. “God natt, min ängel.”
PS. Please be healthy. I hope my selfish ways haven’t harmed you. I saw death at the cancer clinic today [checkups after treatment]. You in my belly got me through it. But I think I will cry now.
And thou shalt in thy daughter see,
This picture, once, resembled thee.
My daughter, Anna, eats, sleeps, breathes, devours, obsesses, demands, wants and needs FASHION. I see the spirits of her Swedish female ancestors carrying on through her.
My great grandmother, Brita Bergström, was obsessed with the latest fashion trends of her time but having 12 children and little money she had to improvise. Brita would look in store windows, memorize the style and material, head home and weave the textiles on her large loom and sew the clothing for her kids. The children were always stylish and were the only kids in their school to have gym strips.
My grandmother, Stina Bergström (Orwald), read Vogue religiously and was reknowned in her small home town of Hudiksvall for her beauty, style and humble personality. Anna’s over-the-top personality likens my great Aunt, Helga Bergström, who was fiercely independent and outspoken. She never married and loved every minute of her single fiesty life!
These 2 incredible young women share with the world their passion for the art of fashion.
But what they TEACH ME is that fashion is truly about:
• SHOULDERS BACK!
Anna and Rebecca in my 5-minute portraits
LIVE EVENT HAPPENING SOON: Live portrait of Rebecca by me, interactive art stations, new portraits of fabulous people in my life, food, drinks and silent-auction event of my art! YES- I’M CLEARING OUT THE VAULT! STAY TUNED!
My regular pilgrimage to Fort Langley to connect with mom and rituals we loved doing together. Coming out by myself is good for me. That it is OK to go out on your own without the need for other company. LONELINESS is not part of ALONE TIME and I feel cozy as the hermit usually tend to be… Just ordered a large in house cappuccino and a scone at the local café. I used to get nervous sitting by myself. I recall the panic attack I had, pregnant with Anna in 1985. I left my uneaten sandwich at the Sunshine Diner and fled. It’s funny cause I never seek out friendships. They happen if they happen but I do not go out of my way to connect, it seems. Unless the friendship is somehow connected to my work/art, I’m afraid I couldn’t be bothered to maintain it or seek new ones cause I am so busy and pulled in so many directions that friendship has to equal multitasking… Ramblings of a weirdo… IKEA next.
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November 22, 2010
Sometimes you have to stay home and cry. Let me pick up two Stephen Levine books that have helped my through unbearable times. Where does “Who Cares?” fall open to? OMG- I just wrote “Who Cares?” when the title is “Who Dies?” [Wow]. It falls open to p. 147. “We are each in a process of awakening. Becoming fully born so that we may die each moment past our fear and isolation. The illusion of separateness dies to reveal the deathlessness of our essential nature.” “A Year to Live” falls open to p. 68. “And offering me her shoulder she whispered, when a thousand people look at the moon there are a thousand moons.”
Today I take the day to recupe- to dare to take care of myself as I take care of my home. I took apart Mormor’s (my mom’s mom) old bench to reveal the old cloth and stuffing. Daring to look into the interior to face the loss of that time.
This was a grieving exercise for me today, as I battle dark feelings and instead decide to take some precious hours to think about mom. I was raised with that little bench which sat for years at our summerhouse in Värmland. It has been with me for years now and my father-in-law, Ralph, fixed the leg years ago and stripped it to its natural pine. Over the years it has kept its original cloth underneath a myriad of covering. I pulled it apart and found this amazing original stuffing which unfortunately is not keep-able. It fell apart and sadly I threw it out, as I wonder what stories lie inside all those nooks and crannies.
The original cloth is a beautiful worn floral piece that reminds me so much of my grandmother, Stina (my “mormor”).
On the back of the board which held the stuffing and the cloth is a pastel drawing that I have always been fascinated with. But who is “Gunnel”? These are those heartbreaking moments when I realize I can’t ask Mom these questions anymore…
I was going to draw mom from this amazing photo taken in 1957, but I couldn’t do it.