Going Viral

Check out Maverick Radar's attempt at a web site! Still under construction, the new page will offer a glimpse at all of the happenings in Celia Rose's world... from workshops to new art! Check out her bio and contact her with questions.

MaverickRadar.weebly.com

sugar skull... sweeter than s'not

when words won't flow 

one works on waiting for

what wisdom will come

while watching

Maverick Radar's lofty etsy shop

a score is 20 years

     In the twenty-plus-two days since last reporting for duty, 

I have done a few things many times over.

The bandits in the kitchen of Más Tacos Por Favor

have taken me as one of their own.

I spend the daylight hours learning the trade and testing the tacos.

 By night, I creep about below the floorboards

fixated on affixing bones to metal to wood. 

Learning to "appreciate the impermanence of the human condition." -droot

Between the taco stand and mi casa, there are homes.

There are lives and people and everything that happens

will happen today.

Durante los 22 días de mi ausencia,

he repetido poquitas cosas varias veces.

Los bandidos de la cocina de Más Tacos Por Favor

me han secuestrado para ser una de ellos.

Me la paso aprendiendo su oficio y probando los tacos.

Por la noche voy trepando debajo de los pisos

enfilada en fijar hueso a metal a madera.

Aprendiendo a "apreciar que la temporalidad de la condición humana." -droot

Entre el puesto de tacos y mi casa, hay hogares.

Hay vidas y personas y todo que pasa

pasara hoy.

water aerobics

I am in the process of reassimilation.  

The East Park Community Center has helped immensely.  The beautifully maintained facility has quite an impressive offering of activities that fit within my [currently-job-hunting] budget.  It is near enough to my house that I can ride my bike and so I get to count that as a warm up when I arrive to take water aerobics in the indoor pool.  There is a walking track, a gym with exercise equipment, a kids summer program and group classes like yoga, boot camp and Zumba. 

Emily and the ladies that come to her water aerobics class have welcomed me warmly and have already been a great inspiration to me. If it weren't for them I would never keep up an exercise routine that requires an every-other day bathing schedule.  Their personalities and enthusiasm have also offered me a grand source of motivation for my paintings.  

maverick face

We are everywhere!

See what is going on at Tienda Clausurado in Guanajuato, Mexico.

Maverick Radar and Terrapin Branch Ironworks

are coming full force in Middle Tennessee.

Check in often for updates on shows, flea markets

and new goods in my etsy shop.

a pound of [lead] feathers

Gray clouds hang in the sky and tumble over each other churning along with the slightly humid evening breeze down into the valley, along the creek and back up and over the neighboring hill. Perfect weather for welding with the crisp air against my cheek a nice contrast against the flame of the torch.

We are officially in production mode. 

Click the following links to check out 

some of my friend's creations 

as well as some new projects of my own!

Nashville Repurpose Co.

Maverick Etsy

Maverick Facebook

Clausurado Galeria

Pesadas.  Nubes grises cuelgan en el cielo. Se chocan y se revuelvan junto con la brisa del atardecer. Húmeda.  Bajando entra a la valle, sigue el arroyo y de nuevo sube y se escape hacia el otro lado del cerro de frente.  La clima indicada para soldar.  A mi cachete le pica el aire. Un contraste rico contra la llama del soplete.

Ya entramos a modalidad: Producción.

Haz clic en los links y echale un vistazo a 

unas creaciones de unos amigos

ademas de nuevos proyectos míos!  

At A Crawl

I must be part turtle... that means, of course, that I am also a dinosaur.
Thus, an alien...

When being observed, this shelled species take its time in getting from A  to B.
Yet, once the observer becomes distracted, say, by the need for a cup of coffee, turtle hikes up her skirt and high-tails it through the kitchen, over the front stoop and she is out the garden gate before the hare had time to pick the carrots out of his teeth.

To clarify:
I feel as though I am moving an impossibly slow pace. So this must mean that all eyes are on me at the moment (optimistic or egocentric?), and though the spotlight isn't my enemy I wish there could be a momentary closing of the curtain so I could have a chance to rearrange the stage.

Please take a peek at other Maverick Radar endeavors and remember to check back often!

Maverick Radar on Facebook

Maverick Radar on Etsy

Sticks and Stones

As a child I remember never being quick enough with my comebacks. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me!"  Kids are often cruel and I just wasn't as clever as the rest. Later, I would replay the encounter over and over in my head, wishing that I could have shot back some of the stinging responses that occurred to me when not on the spot.  I was rarely able to volley back an equally vicious remark, but in those few instances that I did, I found myself in a pool of regret. Feeling badly for having, quite possibly, caused the same amount of hurt and shame in the other person... given the other person dwelled as much on what others thought of them as I did at the time.

Verbal and emotional violence are prevalent problems in our world today despite the lack of visible wounds they leave.  Domestic violence crosses all barriers and is as blind as we should be to difference in race, class and gender.  In order to truly achieve security and equality we must be educated about and respectful of those different from ourselves.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, yet words they cut much deeper.

SALE SALE SALE

Just in time for the holidays!

MOVING TO MEXICO SALE

Check out The Loft if you are looking to add some art to your life or walls.  

Use my special blog coupon code to get half off your entire order! 

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(coupon valid until I get across the border)

so i sometimes make art

some old stuff,

some new stuff

some sold stuff,

some other stuff.

LOOK!

Creamy Polenta

If you love to put food from Italy in your mouth, 

then you'll want to have this Creamy Polenta on your wall.

to see more check out my etsy.com store

Ole!

More bling to buy at the loft so hop to it!

Don't let Mari Carmen get the goods
without you getting your chance...

For those of you in my vicinity: good news!

A show is in the works... details coming soon...

title

Title ... what a word with which to quarrel...

It seems as though a maliciousness towards title has been brewing in my being for quite some time now.

I believe it first began while I was in Portugal.

I had taken an overnight bus from Madrid with my friend for a holiday weekend.  We arrived just after dawn and should have realized our folly when, before even locating the exit, Katie's wallet, ahem... and passport, was stolen.

Sticky fingers know no bounds... and US embassies in foreign countries are not as welcoming to their citizens as they claim to be in the travel books.  (Know how to say, "I was robbed" in the local dialect.)  So, Lisbon was without earthquakes and  Porto was cozy.  That may have been one of my favorite CouchSurfing experiences... delicious homemade risotto and a comfy, crawl-space attic with a palate to dream upon.

The metro ride to the airport, however, was laced with failure; I could sense it. My previous run-in with behemoth Berlin law enforcement, on my maiden CS voyage, had me on alert. I knew we had to be extra careful when interpreting the poorly translated self-help ticket booth:

Round trip or One way? One way... we were headed back home to Spain...

Line A, B, C? Whichever one led to the airport... that was the final destination... leaving on plane... 

How many titles? ...

We weren't really sure what that meant... titles? We discussed it in the little time we could with a line behind us and the train approaching the platform... Two.  There are two of us... it already knows we are headed, once, to the airport. Title could mean Dr. or Mr. or Miss... right? Surely... but the ticket monitors don't always come through your train.  We would probably get there and not even have to deal with the situation... probably...

As soon as we boarded I just knew it would be our luck that the ticket taker-uppers would come through.  They take such pride in dashing people's hopes of arriving to their destination on time... just because they get to wear a uniform.  They did. And we were mistaken.  We tried to explain, understanding that it was our task to provide evidence... in some places being a US citizen comes with the burden of providing reasonable assurance.  Guilty until proven innocent...

It took him, and his cronies, getting off at the next stop, going through the steps of the Portugenglish computer with us and, finally, asking him what, he believed, was meant by title.

Ha! Clearly it means trips, girls!

Why then, sir, would it ask if we wanted a round trip?

Well that is... In Portuguese... No... Well... Just buy another ticket because you both have to have one... and get back on the train... 

The most pressing of my conflicts with title is the one which is presented daily... with searching smiles and inquiring eyes.  "What are you doing now?" "What will you do next?" "Oh, but I thought you were a teacher!"  Well, I was...
And maybe I will be again... but no, I'm not now.  And I'm not anything... unless you want to take a look at my resume... my CV... my artist statement.  All of which list my accomplishments and titles; pedigree is announced and success is assumed, expected, commonplace... yes, but what next...

I do want to thank Momma for inspiring the title of this blog. One less thing for me to have to invent...
A long, long time ago... in a town not far from yours...
Mom saw stark white letters screaming an urgent message from an anonymous origin...
So we took pictures and posed in front of it... and I think it is now covered up.
I have carried this framed photo with me around the world.  It was the only one I took to Spain...

Really what set this rant off was a simple question that awaits me at the top of each blog entry... I wanted to simply announce that I have set up an online store through Etsy which I have titled The Loft.

I guess I am so vexed by this feat because I, myself, am one of those that does judge a book by it's cover... and title.

today's resolution

The third day of the year merits a goal... "no cookies or junk food" was eliminated from the list in my head only moments after the new year began... though no one else knew of my failure.  You see, by omitting the verbal statement part of the resolution, I find the lack of will power to abstain from or adhere to a new regimen less depressing. Without an utterance, without being whispered, the contract is less binding.  But, I do need mile-markers to start me off on the right foot...

This year I will accomplish something... or at least attempt to do so.
Kind of like a resolution... I suppose a shower or a book read could fall into the category of "something".

And because today I woke up feeling motivated... the desire to feel accomplished led me to the fire place.

I spent the majority of my holidays lounging in the glow of the flames, lolling around the living room with my cats and grandparents.  Sleep seeped over my eyes as I reread the same line in various books over and over; the floor as much as the couch served as my dozing zone.

Today I tackled... or rather toyed with... Etsy.  Some samplings of my peddlings:

www.etsy.com/shop/crose22