Ahhhh...debating over what I should write about!
giving an appearance or impression different from the true one; misleading.
"he put the question with deceptive casualness"
synonyms:misleading, illusory, illusionary, specious;
"distances are very deceptive"
deceitful, duplicitous, fraudulent, counterfeit, underhanded, cunning, crafty, sly, guileful,scheming, treacherous, Machiavellian;
disingenuous, untrustworthy, unscrupulous, unprincipled, dishonest, insincere, false;
informal, crooked, sharp, shady, sneaky, tricky, foxy
So where did the name 'deceptive press' come from?
Am I deceptive?
No, quite the contrary.
I am genuine, honest, real, sincere, trustworthy, and truthful (sometimes to a fault).
To know me, is to understand that I am the antonym of deceptive.
Why the name 'deceptive press' then?
Quite simply put, my 'press' itself is, indeed, deceptive!
When one conjures up the notion of a 'press' they will most likely visualize a working printshop complete with a large working area(s) which may feature several different sizes/types of presses, numerous work surfaces,....well, you get the picture.
My personal press is a smaller model Blick press.
It works amazingly well (I rarely work large with printmaking), and does everything a larger press does, while occupying a small space in a small room. The fact that you visualized a working printshop vs. a tiny press in a small room, is indeed a deception of the mind.
Welcome to my space!
Who am I?
I am a mixed media artist who is not afraid to experiment with a number of mediums as you can attest by this web site.
While printmaking and painting are very important to me, I also create artist books, make jewelry, metalsmith, set stones, create small sculptural pieces, draw, make paper, work with fiber, design costumes, sew, make masks, play with graphic design, love digital infrared photography, work with hot and cold glass, and experiment with letterpress.
How did all that start?
When I graduated from high school I was talked into attending a vocational school (hey, its practical right)?
First I was a student in Civil Engineering, and then I tried my hand (or brain rather) at Laser Optics in the Electronics program.
Omg, the math?
(That is an understatement).
Get a job...
I worked at a home improvement store for a number of years.
I was in receiving, which meant I could drive around all day on my forklift.
Well, lifting things of course!
Other than that I spent too much time with my beloved horse (which, somehow ended up multiplying-literally),...
I love small cars.
Small foreign cars.
I love driving small, foreign cars fast.
You know the kind of cars I am talking of.
The ones you can't buy parts for.
The type that sometimes spontaneously combusts (only if you are far from home).
You know, the kind that no one will work on.
Then I met the man with a charming smile, and a toolbox full of knowledge, AND tools to work on....you guessed it! Foreign cars!
Well it's super nice to be with a person you can share things with, talk to, and who you know always has your back. He's pretty cool.
Then there were three.
My sons name is Dylan, and he is a special person also, kind of a super cool combination of us both.
Speaking of family...
(Yes, I could write all day, as long as I am writing something other than what I am supposed to be writing, but enough on that for now).
I have the best family ever.
I have the most loving and supportive mom anyone could ask for.
She is my best friend.
She is from Wales, U.K., and does the art thing also, and she's SUPER good at it!
She's an excellent painter, and a primo printmaking. She introduced me to art!
She's descended from some pretty cool people too!
(It took me three years of research to trace out the lineages of both parents....never again).
If you have watched the show 'Vikings' she is a direct descendant of Vilhjalmur Rolloson, AKA Rollo Sigurdsson, AKA Ragnar Lothbrok's brother, Rollo.
There are others that are equally as 'cool', but alas this is not a genealogical site.
(I will add something VERY STRANGE regarding lineage in the following paragraphs....so keep reading!)
My dad is a garden gnome.
He just resembles one.
He was a machinist.
He was also into a different type of art.
He was a gifted taxidermist. He was so good he was offered a job in a large midwest museum.
He didn't take it, instead he moved his family to a sparsely populated state called Idaho.
He heard the hunting was good.
I was raised with animal parts / hides / bones as a normal part of growing up.
I once took a goose leg to school for Show and Tell.
I thought it was super cool.
If you pulled the tendon, the foot flexed.
Can't get any cooler than that!
None of the other kids would talk to me after that day.
Apparently I don't learn.
I tried it again, years later, this time with a deer leg.
It just seemed to alienate me more.
I was interested in preserving the beauty of life, but not in the taking of that life to do so. I was interested in it enough to ask my dad to teach me, but he thought I was asking because I wanted boys to like me, but that was not the reason.
(Show and Tell already tainted their opinions).
Speaking of my dad...
This is the weird thing that I mentioned with my moms lineage...
So my dad is a direct descendant of Reginherus AKA Ragnar Lodbrok.
I had no clue who these people were when I was researching it.
It wasn't until I finally watched that 'Viking' show, and remembered something about Halfdan Ragnarsson in the lineage.
So....that means my parents are related to one another.
(Maybe that is why I look intense / demented in most photos).
To top that off, my dad is also descended from another Viking that was known as Eystein Foul-Fart.
That explains soooo much!
I have a pretty awesome sister.
She is in the military, and has been for many, many years.
She is into art too.
She buys it.
Joking aside, her body is her canvas.
She has some pretty awesome tattoos, all centered around her love for plants, gardening, and insects.
She is a fabulous, smart, caring, animal loving person who is beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. She also made four cool, smart, really really really good looking kids.
I hope she is able to bring her love of all things growing into her life full time soon.
No more bivouacs for Denise!
Told you I would keep writing. That is because I am procrastinating the finishing of my book on Mask Making.
Technically I could publish it now.
I wanted to add another couple of chapters, which would be geared more for the Live Action Role Playing mask makers out there!
So I stayed at home with my son when he was little.
I had to.
No one would watch him.
He was a little shit.
(Not with us, but with anyone he could manipulate = everyone else).
When Dylan finally went school I went to work for the Idaho Transportation Department.
That was cool.
I was paid to raise the speed limit!
(Seriously, the speed limit was raised and I worked in the Sign Shop.)
Sadly that was a seasonal job.
Then I landed a job with the Union Pacific Railroad.
I think I got it because I had a Commercial Drivers License and no one else did.
I started as a track laborer. Crazy.
I held a number of jobs there.
Truck Driver (BIG trucks), equipment operator, welder helper, sectionman, assistant foreman, foreman, track patrol foreman, and then union griever.
(I was good at bitching, and putting that bitching into writing).
Sometimes I feel like a made a mistake going back to school.
I had a career path with decent pay + good benefits.
But...I was miserable.
Working for Maintenance of Way is a hard, back breaking job.
There was a reason I was the only female working the track.
Its physically really really hard, and not all the guys liked working with a woman.
Glad things are slowly changing.
I got vested in RR retirement, and went back to school.
I wanted a career.
First I was a Biology Major.
My dream was to be a Pathologist.
I am sure that the other kids that grew up wanting to be pathologists would have found my goose foot fascinating.
Remember that HORRID math I mentioned previously?
Well, it reared its ugly head again and prevented that dream from becoming a reality.
No math, no chemistry. No chemistry, no advanced labs. You get the picture.
I changed my major to Criminal Justice. I was going to help people!
I took government, ethics, and other lecture heavy classes, and decided to apply to work with those lovely ladies at the Idaho Department of Corrections in Pocatello, Idaho.
(That way I could get to know the people I would be able to help....right?)
I was hired, and very lawyer like, I talked my way out 3 weeks of classes for the duration of my POST Academy training in Boise! I still did my homework every night, I just did it on my own.
Talk about BUSY!
Post Academy is an eye opener.
You would not believe what people can, and will do to smuggle things.
Not just things, but big things.
Unnaturally BIG things.
They also get really good at thinking about ways to get around rules.
Idle people become INGENIOUS.
I guess if you had all day, everyday, to figure things out, it would become second nature!
I returned home, POST Academy under my belt ready to go to work.
When I was hired, they understood I was a student.
I was told I could work nights.
Well, apparently, as a new officer I was not allowed to work nights.
The committee that hired me did not know that new hires didn't work nights.
In fact, none of them even worked for the prison!
I chose finish my bachelors degree over quitting school.
Along with that, something had changed...
I learned that people in prison can be scary.
They are ingenious, sneaky, and expert manipulators.
Most people can deal with that.
I am, apparently, gullible.
Too gullible to work with people who are pulling my strings.
If someone tells me they are innocent, well, I tend to believe them.
So much for working with the law.
Lured in by the prospect of being closer to my mom (who taught Art at ISU), I signed on.
I finished my B.F.A at Idaho State University specializing in printmaking and painting.
I applied at the other two universities within the state (I could not afford out of state tuition).
I got into both and chose to go to Moscow, in the panhandle of Idaho, 650 miles from home (over Boise).
The University of Idaho is where I earned my M.F.A. I specialized in mixed media (printmaking, painting, artist books), and digital infrared photography.
It was nice there.
I would return.
Winters are milder than in SE Idaho and the community is much more supportive of the arts.
I returned to Pocatello in 2010, and was put to work teaching (adjunct) in the Art Department and the Mass Communications Department (Graphic Design).
Because of the gaps in my schedule and the desire to learn more I decided to work on another masters degree in Mass Communications.
I took all the prerequisite classes and then the department merged with Rhetorical Studies which ended the possibility of a masters degree in Communications so I moved onto the only other program I felt drawn to...Theater.
Theater people are awesome.
I always felt welcome there.
They are very open, they share ideas, and have a lot of fun.
They are creative extroverts.
The people are very different from the Art Department I worked in.
My original intention was to work with scenery, but was sidetracked by the lure of costume design, and the warm, infectious personality of the professor.
I was trusted with a show of my own, and it was great!
It was set in the mid 1960's in London, which is where my mother had been at the time, which gave me great insight.
Designing a show, and then seeing that show come to life was intoxicating.
I was able to assist on a couple more shows, so I learned to drape and pattern costumes, I learned how to make hats and other accessories, and then I took makeup and mask making....
I learned the traditional ways of making prosthetics, and working with latex.
Then I had the opportunity to make a mask and everything fell into place.
Makeup was cool, but mask making...WOW!
The first mask I made was a Plague Doctor mask out of a black leather thrift store coat.
Now I have written a book on mask making using everyday, easy to find, cheap materials. I could publish it now, but I would like to add two more tutorials to it before I do. That way it has more to offer to a larger variety of potential mask makers.
Back to the Art Department...
I taught Printmaking for two full years. All levels, all types. I brought serigraph back to the university (it hadn't been taught since the 1970's).
I brought in a whole new variety of earth friendly inks, and introduced copper etching (had never been taught at ISU prior).
Along with printmaking I taught:
Intro to Art class (in person, and online),
I taught there for 8 years.
Unfortunately student numbers continue to fall.
It is hard for ISU to compete for students with BYU Idaho being so close (75 miles)....and now there is also a new Technical College 50 miles away....
Now, despite no fault of my own I am out of a job which doesn't make me very happy.
(I love teaching).
So now you know the rest of the story!
Perhaps I will add a blog, that way if you want to read more it will be there for you.