Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
I am new again, wether I like it or not. I have spent the majority of my life harboring fear over getting trapped in my homeland. This fear is one that I still, and have always lived by. The relationship with that feeling, however, is different now. I recently met a stranger in a park and we chatted idly about adolescence. I grew up ashamed and insecure for the most part, constantly (if always unknowingly) fighting to just exist the way I just did. I'm so glad that it never occurred to me to change or adjust myself to make things 'easier'. I realize now what a gift and strength of character that was (and is) even though at the time I was incapable of seeing or understanding it in any way. The point of all this rambling is that if you had told me I would have done and seen the things I have at 25 I would never believed you. The reality of it is that I would be ecstatic as a 15 year old, to just know where I was going. I feel like at 25 I really need to keep that in perspective. I woke up one day as the person I had always wanted to be, living seemingly impossible adventures. At 25 I have to believe that this is still possible in terms of the future. I'm unemployed, a transplant in a new city I'm absolutely excited about, but petrified of. There is so much that I don't understand, that seems impossible. I need to remember and get back to the very basic human truth of this. That at 15 I felt like this, and at 25 I feel it again. I woke up once as the person I always wanted to be, with a very dreamy life. If I continue to live and work and BE the person I always have... I have to believe this will recure. I have to believe there's something reaalll big, just around the bend. Part if me feels it, I just have to believe, push, and let myself get there
Friday, August 23, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
And upon observing a mass of insects swarming around my porch light in Sedona I felt compelled to research why it is they flock to light in the darkness. A quick google search reveled a tragically beautiful metaphor:
They mistake it for the sun or the moon. It is their instinct to head towards the light in the sky, and their vision and mental processing skills are not all that great. So they think a lightbulb is the way out. It isn't so much that they love the light, just that they are getting mixed signals and don't know how to resolve that. They think the light is the sun, but they cannot go anywhere once they reach it, and they keep trying, often to the point of killing themselves from the heat.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
I'm making a series of fiber movie posters, and this is the first. Almost done, just a little more embellishing to go. I figured I'd better start with the best movie of all time (to me anyhow..haha) and work my way out from there. Behold! Twister: the dark side of nature.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
I just finished a limited edition run of 25 zines! I'm not very good at moving my work, but I'd just like to throw it out there that these are now on sale for 7 bucks a pop! Pay $10 and I'll include 3 stickers, pay $15 and you get a small, surprise, screen print along with everything as well! WHAT A DEAL! So if anyone is interested in one of these lil' guys let me know. Cute and controversial, a true Sandi Petrie original ;-)
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
I feel like someone who is very, very crazy trapped in the body (and mind) of someone seemingly sane. To the world I appear a little different. I still know how to act and socialize properly, but something always remains slightly off. I worry about how others receive me (largely because of my conservative religious upbringing), but inside I feel unhinged. Like if I were fearless and unhinged I would be behaving much more radically all the time. I do want for that. I also want for a social community and acceptability, so I push the boundaries - but only so far. Who would I be if I were savagely free? I wonder all the time...this makes me think that few truly know me, and then I feel very sad, paralyzed, and isolated inside myself.