whaa?? so good.

I came across -this woman's shop- just the other day and needed to share.
Who are you. I love you.

much needed travel

Yes.
I guess I forgot how to do things there for just a bit. Shake me.
First, I'll be out east for a bit. I have talked with a few people and so far I've got a candy dumpster, a baseball game and a $1.50 public pool on the list for Baltimore. Call me. Second, I will be in Oakland/SF after the 18th. It's a short visit, but I have nothing to do but to lay around and hang out with chickens. So many friends are going to be there doing the same. So, find me.
Finally.

LIGHT VISION

Please browse LIGHT VISION. It's looking really great with an armful of talented designers. So far I have contributed just a few little things.

this is my place

digital prince

Outside.

Inside.

Friend photos on the blog.

clmeisinger

Photo by Merry Reimler
Costumes from Crystal's past two shows on her flickr. 'Feel the Pinch' and also 'Flexing for You'. I've gotten back into the hand stitch.

life

You are so beautiful. You and your stitching.
Your happy 'yes' thoughts just kill me. Things happen together as people come together under very casual circumstances. Things happen during the spring, and that has that excuse. Spring time brings the life. It shares the love from one to another and celebrates the past onto the present. Also under somewhat abnormal circumstances things can still bloom and form and live. Alison and I met a man tonight at the W hotel bar on the 28th floor of the Foshay Tower. It's a space that I have wanted to see with another, but tonight we ended up there with ladies in dresses and me in my norm. 'Fancy old man' was the last person that we 'should' have been talking with while celebrating a brides night out with her closest. We were out of our element from the beginning. He was a sweet old man with sweet things to say, so I guess this is where I begin. Most things in life seem to get long and old and life drags us in so many ways. The only thing that really seems to matter is the idea of what is/was is that I/we have that to have happen or to slay. Life is moving and will always be moving. I'm 26 in a month and a half. Life is good and great. 
Keep on with your stitching because it's keeping me alive.

As long as I'm at it...

So in celebration of my act of responsibility by removing all needed information off of my now dead computer and also being on the topic of textiles, I felt as though I should share past work that does not exist here at this very space.

Scouts, Hyper Friends, and Bicycle Fashions
Photos by: Ann Marie O'Malley, Eric Carlson, Aaron Wojack and Zach Keenan

Back on it

Any kind of 'performance art' can be a tricky thing. Unfortunately I find myself disinterested in most that involve movement/dance, but I have been swayed to the positive side by Crystal. I have taken on the duties of creating costumes for her upcoming performances and so far things are looking swell. Check out her website to see the wonderful things she does. Make sure to watch 'The Default Project: C.L. Meisinger in Typing' on the third page of the installation/performance section. So good.
I've needed to get back into the textile state of mind. It's no longer ass cold in my sewing room due to the degree outdoors so my hands can now function without the use of gloves.
Photos and documentation to come.
Yes.

Dear CA,

I'm hopeful.
I miss your dirt. I miss your smell and chill. I miss your daylight and your late Monday nights. I was thinking about you the other day while standing in my bathroom. I own a framed postcard with an image of a smiling woman whose arms are stretched out in front of her while standing in the Redwoods. I replaced it with a old torn map of the Bay Area while it was on loan for the purpose of a having a bit of California in Minneapolis for the month. She's now back and now lives in the hallway outside the bathroom. I got used to the map and so I didn't move it. Anyways, I had the terrible thought while hanging her that it may be awhile until we meet again. I have somehow become a bit more responsible and have come to realize that I can't just skip town and take off. I know, it's a terrible thought. I don't want to deal, but I've found myself deep in this kick of honesty and well, this fits the bill. I'm privileged to have the time that we had together, and to have met the finest of folks through you and your beauty. I still loved you through those shakes and rumbles, steals and deals and most importantly, the high price of your worth. I should have realized what I had at the time, but so it goes.
As a side note, I've found that tennis ball cans are perfect for holding sandwiches. Two Jasmin Deli sandwiches will be shipped overnight to the lovely LOLO for him to enjoy and also remember what it is that he could have everyday (closed Mondays) if he only lived here. I know that he wants to raise his future babies in this fine cold city, so what's the rush? No rush. He'll be here soon enough. In return I shall receive my favorite burrito from my favorite shop, El Metate. The place where the Midwesterners love to eat partially due to the fact that it was located down the street from the house that was filled with Minneapolis friends and possibly our hotdish-like love for mushy sweet foods. It was also on route from BART and if you timed it right you could make it in time to bring a burrito to the party. The Californians didn't seem to like it there. I didn't seem to like what they loved. We managed to deal with this dilemma over a trip to several burritos shops until we could all be happy.
So, this is all I can give you for now. I do love the thought of stealing my good friends from you. It's a hard thing though with your fucking beautiful weather and all. I hope that we can meet again soon.

P.S. Enjoy your sammys Loren and please don't forget about the sour cream issue. Your right, it would have been a bad idea.

love,
Crystal

Positive Sads: females in the ferns

My winter procrastination project.
Frown with a smile, please.





edition of 200
32 pages
Black & White/Pink
$10 big bones
email- crystaljeanquinn(at)gmail.com

I paper mache with your paintings Elizabeth Peyton

February is gone. The partition was built a month ago, which really feels like hardly a week and details of the construction are already a bit fuzzy. Monica got into town on the 10th and starting the 11th we began living behind the thick wall, under stitched lace and then finally inside what seemed to become a teenagers club/cave. I'm beat.
'Our Starry Universe' was the place where we found no rest. The sun never woke us and the night ceased to exist. A few of my fingers have been sliced and diced from so much wood and metal. My knees are cut and bruised and I've got some new fancy lines on my arms. I'll never see tetris the same way or finger knitting at a book fair for that matter. New friends were had and old friends made it into town.
I need a licorice break.
It was nice seeing so many beautiful faces at the opening this past weekend. If you find the time, head down to 35th and Nicollet at check out the outcome of our collaborative installation with Miss Monica Canilao at Art of This. Maybe the cold will clear up enough to get us all back on our bikes by the time we take the whole thing apart.

whoop

Free your Pee

email- crystaljeanquinn(at)gmail.com

EW WE

----> this is what we have been doing. <----

brain drain

My life has been fuzzy for the past few months. It may be all of the snow or the lists that I have made and then tried to forget. I do write them and do try to a get at least most things done, it's just the simple, enjoyable and less time consuming ones that I have problems with. Taxes are a cinch. Bills are a breeze. Things like sitting down at my sewing machine to finish a project or calling people to say a few words have been the trouble. I would much rather sit in the tub and read comics than do anything at all.
A few days ago I picked Loren up from his younger sisters ballerina performance in St. Paul and have had the pleasure of hanging with him before he takes off on his cold road trip. We had a few real conversations about pastries and catering. Pectin and alcohol are the key. Maybe I have said too much? Ask about our brunches.
Today Kiki and I had a full fun day of shopping. First Diggers, then Unique. Sooo much good junk and things for friends. I like picking up treasures hoping that someday I find someone who will love or need it all. I bought an nice hunters cap that didn't fit and later found out that Loren tried to find a similar one online a few weeks ago. He wore out his black baseball cap with the letter P on it, so I thought it would only be appropriate to pass that on. Totally fitting, right?

Things are moving along otherwise, they have just been slowed by the extreme cold, large amounts of snow and crazy days.
Papers to come in all different forms.

We were only this young once, and then again right now

Portraits for collage circa 2005

Gothernet

The best of the friends. We were hired to set up the theme and space for the MCAD Black and White ball. Newgothinternet was born and we painted big things, small pinwheels + spiral cones. SUCCESS!

17 zine

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Faces pulled from my new old Seventeen Magazine from 1972. Sad zine has begun!

So much

Eric hanging

Friends bending

Croix talking

This past summer has been so busy and full. Tons of art, traveling, hording, cleaning, lake time, and new friends. We do have a few things to look forward to for this next horrid winter. We've got a show with Monica at Art of This at the end of February. One project thats in the works is a blog that will include a handful of beautiful people who will be posting their latest projects. Things are moving slowly with that on my part because it's still semi nice outside and I have to take advantage of it before it's gone, forever. I've got no reason to rush. I'm also making personalized funnels for my ladies friends. More to come with that.

One of the posters that we made for the latest issue of ARP! Tis' Tranquil.

Cat stand.

greatness


Lately I have had trouble finding the time to hang with my girl friends. Most of my time is spent working on my own projects, the things that Aaron, Eric and I have got to get done, or watching all of the movies that I never wanted to watch when I was younger. Movies about aliens and more aliens. Before living with two buys I lived in the Oakland house with a bunch of wives. The closest thing that I've got to what that house was like is this guy. I love cats now. I used to think that they were evil, but Peter the cat is the best cat I've ever hung out with.
I would like to apologize in advance to all of my friends that will have to listen to me talk about my new boy habits.

Oldish/er & Forgotten