Halloween Art Show.

Back in October, the lovely people at Golden Spiral Studios asked me to contribute to their Halloween Art Show.  I created two block prints around a undead theme.  The first is as if you are seeing three zombie characters crawl out of the darkness into the dim light.  The second is a zombie version of Spider-man.  It was so awesome to be a part of such a brilliant and eclectic body of show.  These pieces are still for sale, so if you are interested feel free to contact me. 

"Left for Dead" by Caitie Bailey

"The Dead Spider" by Caitie Bailey

***If you live in Greensboro, NC and need a great tattoo, the artist's at the Golden Spiral are extremely talented!

The Sketchbook Project.

Never heard of The Sketchbook Project? Well, let me fill you in!

Every January, hundreds and hundreds of personalized sketchbooks show up on the doorstep of Brooklyn Art Library.  These hand-drawn, glued-together, water-media worn pieces of artistic gold are poured over and sorted through by the minions of the Art House Co-op.  Then these books are sent on another journey like a traveling circus visiting cities all over the nation.  Cities like Chicago and San Francisco will get the chance to check out the ever changing library of sketchbooks.

That being said, I am so excited to be involved in this project!  As an avid sketchbooking fiend, I can't wait to send my book on its way after its filled to the brim.  The last day to be a part of the 2013 Sketchbook Project is Oct. 31st, so giddy up kiddos!

When I Grow Up

"What to another child might have appeared to be a closed door presented to me an enormous possibility: A chance to do what I wanted. To become an artist."

Reflections on the Recognition of Making, Untold Recollections, and Other Random Notes

by Squeak Carnwath

Since I can remember, I always wanted to be an artist. There was nothing more thrilling than opening a new box of crayons or digging into an untainted art kit filled with an array of pastels, markers, and watercolors. It is hard to pinpoint a specific time when this revelation took place, because it is something that has always been apart of me. As a child, I had unwavering certainty in my abilities. I was going to be an artist, and there was nothing else I wanted to be.

The earliest artistic influence I can think of in terms of technique and material would have to be from my father. Although he is a very busy person, he would occasionally wow me with one of his gorgeous ink drawings. Every year for the past 30 some years, he creates his own Christmas card including a brilliantly written tale and illustrations to match. These drawings were the closest I got to seeing an artist in action. I was intrigued with the idea that he could never erase his "mistakes". With the greatest of ease, he would manage to weave the mark into the drawing as if it were meant to be there all along. I feel as though this influence instilled in me a great appreciation of what ink can do.

one of my father's illustrations

one of my illustrations