my life is an art project

….adventures in annieland

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Self portrait (work in progress)

I’m creating this self portrait with Photoshop.

Just an example of  how I create graphic illustrations- I love the process of sorting through textures, colors and patterns- often pulling from my own photographs and family documents, or from public domain image archives.

I like the idea of creating layers and layers of images-each layer and image working together to create a whole.

Glorified collage, you say? Sure! I’m grateful for technology and all the various programs that allow me to bring these collages to life- I’ve tried to create some of these ideas with paper collage techniques, and they just fall flat (ha ha….get it? Fall “flat’? Trying to create a 2d image that has depth..? Oh, nevermind).

This image shows the portrait in all it’s layered, collage-y, half-finished glory.



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Ex Libris

My Father and I are both big fans of the written word- we love to absorb words, and to produce them. My Dad created a website that features some of his writing- what he calls his “Midnight Ramblings,” which you can see here.

I am working on a project- a book (more bookarts! Hurrah!) that I’m tentatively calling “Ex Libris.” This book will contain poems and short pieces written by my Dad and me. This collection will be contained in an altered 3-ring notebook that was originally intended to list one’s book collection.

Here are a few bits:


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The Master Armorer’s House, Harpers Ferry, WV (A Ghost Tale)


(The confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers in Harpers Ferry, WV)

For one year in the early ’90s, my family lived upstairs in the Master Armorer’s House, a large, two-story brick structure built in 1859, situated on Shenandoah Street in Harpers Ferry National Park, in West Virginia. The three bedroom apartment we lived in was designated for National Park Service employees. The building features wide porches on the back side of the house, lovely, wide wooden floorboards, and tall ceilings and windows. The first floor of the building, where information and relics from the Civil War were displayed, typically smelled a bit musty and stale, like old buildings often do. One room downstairs was arranged and decorated with antique furniture and other objects. We called this room the “Parlor Room.” The whistles of trains could be heard as they passed on the trestle just yards behind the building. The house was just near the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers, and with the looming mountains, it was certainly different than the seaside, where we had come from. Continue reading


A letter for future generations, from 1961

Scan14(Note on the back, in my Grandmama’s handwriting states:  “Vernon Aubrey Neasham is the handsome boy in the 1st row and second from right. He was born August 28, 1908 in Reno, Nevada. He became a PHD Historian with the National Park Service. He was the wonderful father of Ann Neasham and he died March 11, 1982 of brain tumors. These probably are his fraternity brothers at U. of Calif. at Berkeley, CA.”)

In previous posts, I have mentioned my maternal great grandfather, Vernon Aubrey Neasham- he was a historian for the state of California, worked with the National Park Service, and loved nature and history dearly. Continue reading

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Six Ton Shogun

My awesomely awesome husband played bass for Six Ton Shogun- an excellent bunch of guys who’d all been playing music and hanging around/interacting with the local music scene for quite awhile. These guys were FUN to hang out with, and FUN to watch. You never know if a didgeridoo would be pulled out, if Brandon (their vocalist) would strip down to his boxers, or where the guys would tell the audience they came from (coon farmers in Alabama?).

Here’s a little video I made of one of their shows, click to play.