back in Savannah

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And as another year has passed, I find myself back in my sweet Savannah. I'm so excited to return to this little creative hot spot where my friends, new and old, continue to inspire me as they aspire to higher and higher creative endeavors. Tomorrow, if you happen to be in town, come by and say hi at the Savannah Market Bazaar held downtown by the Robinson Parking Garage from 10AM-3PM. I will be featuring my new work from this year abroad in Korea as well as pieces from my jaunts to Bali, Bangkok and Hong Kong. In addition to framed pieces and cards, I've decided to make my art more wearable in the form of beautiful signed glass pendants. If you can't make it, please feel free to visit me at my etsy shop anytime.

While you're in the neighborhood, do pop around the corner and visit the annual Telfair Art Fair and check out the work 83 artists, including my friends, Lori Corbus and Scott Griffin.

maui girl

Woman's Day Magazine: featuring "Blue Light"

I am one happy girl! One of my pieces, "Blue Light" (from my photos of Paris Collection) was featured in last month's online issue of Woman's Day magazine. Thank you Amy and ShopSCADfor helping me have my first real publication.

mild child design

new thailand prints for sale

Sah Wah Dee Kah!

Please visit my Etsy Shop to purchase my new series of beautiful archival photo prints. A percentage of the proceeds will go to support the work of the Duang Prateep Foundation in their helping of Thailand's poor. It was an amazing trip and I hope to go back at the end of September after finishing up here in Korea. We will be working together to create a modern home accessories design line. I'm so excited for this newest challenge and I will be sure to keep you posted! Kab khun kah (thanks).

elephants for thailand's poor

Having just returned from an amazing service trip to Thailand, I am selling these thai silk elephants to support the Duang Prateep Foundation. As a guide with Lifeworks Inernational, I and 22 others learned a tremendous amount about the Thai culture and were able to help with the foundations various projects. From orphanages, to schools to rehab centers, DPF has been a support and voice for Thailand's poor. I'm looking forward to working with them in the near future to create a design line that will assist them in their goal of sustainable development. With the global recession, it's understandable that giving in many areas has declined. Please lend your support by visiting these sites and going to my Etsy Shop for these elephants and Thai photos. Half of the proceeds from the sale of these elephants will go directly to the foundation. Many thanks and kab khun ka!

okpo foreign church banner designs

a gift for my friends' anniversary

jewelry pouches on my etsy site

I love these colorful drawstring pouches. I use them for my jewelry and they make my presentation even more beautiful. I've been searching for something more unique than the organza bags (which are cute) and a little more substantial.

These small pouches make great gifts even greater. They also are lovely on their own. Please specify how many you want and whether you want the cotton, silk-sari, velvet or silk. The prices do vary so please specify when ordering. Thanks!

For right now, I am selling these as five minimum (per style) and they come in a variety of colors.
Have a look at www.anissadesigns.etsy.com

a room to call home

Fuschia, red and orange; quite the bright palette seen more in my photos than in my normal home decor. Roses that were dripping wet, heavy under the rain, I picked today. It is still gray and raining outside, but here, it is warm and cozy. In order to create art, one must have a space or, as Virginia Woolf wrote, "A Room of One's Own". I have that now here in Korea. In addition to the fuschia roses are the tawny coral ones given to me yesterday for Teacher's Day in Korea. Most of the objets d'art in the room are street findings with a little TLC and a fresh coat of paint. Several of the pictures are from my recent trip to Hong Kong placed in frames found dumpster diving. The comfy bamboo chair, the dresser, the baskets even some of the decor are courtesy of the great outdoors. One might call it a neighborhood collaboration.

works of illustrations for postcards

korean postcards

korean postcards in the works

italian cafe

valentine

on the cold stone

The sky, achingly blue, sits heavy
on the grass in its own green sharpness.
Stillness.

A heart is throbbing on a cold stone.
The eagle's eye spies it from miles above
and my mind's eye hears the hiss of
talons unsheathed.

Legs run, wings flap,
a race for the heart.
Feathers rippling,
white dress ripping,
wind whistling
in protest
against
the two bodies pressing
through the space
called air.

Crash!
Into whiteness.
The heart trembles on its gray slab.

Feathers explode with filmy gossamer
rolling in dust, the two bodies choking
in the struggle
reaching, clawing, beast and bird.

For what is man, but a beast
without her heart?
Do not think for a moment
it is the mind
that separates the two.

mushaboom: rainy day drawing

words

Knife in, knife out,
deftly stab between the ribs;
slide past the muscle
with your jabs.

The sharpness
in the edge
of your voice
bleeds me.

Quickly!
I roll over
unsheath the pink
of my tongue,
licking lips
against the whetstone
of my teeth.

Neither one of us has brought shields.
And there is much damage.

Honey tongue
proves a late surgeon.

ghost in my heart

A maze dark and winding,
Fingers feeling jet black green cold that is wet and alive.
Sprigs stab me in the back as I lean against the living wall.

Who am I hunting and what is chasing me?
It is the same dream with different lips.
Gently parted, soft is your breath and I wake to find frost clinging on my eyelashes.

The faster I run, the slower I go,
The lighter my heart, the heavier my steps.
Where are you my love?
Is there more pleasure in the torture of not knowing?
Is the pain as sweet as the longing?

A blindfold covers my heart and I swing in circles
With the concentration of resolution that I will strike and your heart will open
Like paper mache.

A maze, a wall, a blindfold and you always there
On the other side.
A maze, a wall, a blindfold and you never there
Though I cried

For you.

outside my window

Riveted, my eyes, to the red swing,
pumping, pulling, pushing
By cold fingers imagined
but the movement real.

The palette of neon green chartreuse
challenges the vicious blue of the sky.
My altogether put together student would say God clashes,
no sense of style, but she wouldn’t say it aloud.
The thought was written all over her
coordinating jumpsuit.

Cave etchings scribbled on the sides of white scrapers.
I am not speaking truthfully.
A civilized people painted these black lines and circles,
but I do not understand and so
dismiss their meanings as archaic.
Safe in my ignorance?

Beyond the emaciated once leafy arbor
a pleather couch soaks up some rays.
Can a piece of furniture really smile?
The orange cushions, like maybelline lips,
smirk at me from several hundred feet within reach
of the glass and there is my answer.

Creeping up to the sunbather I see a cat,
equally as orange sniffing the big lips
curling its tail lightly around the chin waiting for a kiss.
The cat looks up, squints at the sun
and with a dismissive sniff retreats
to where I can no longer see him.

for you.

Little green light gone red,
I know you have gone to bed.
On the other side I am still awake
wondering which direction to take.

Near or far makes no difference,
I am who you are lying in the bed
with you right beside me in theory.
Yet you are what you are,
where you are
a world away.

A moon, a star and a light year,
you turn like the earth under the covers.
I watch you breathing in my dreams
more real than this moment now and
here you are in front of me.

Did you think we would meet?
Too real, too soon, too much to be true.
When the needle pierces the fabric it circles
only to return to the hole it has left.

surging
ocean
wave
breath
still
tide
plane
ticket
window seat
frost on the glass
sweat of your palms
kiss of my lips
touch of your cheek
a night and a day
taxi
hailed
luggage
passport
flight
return
memory
linger
red light
green light
hana
tul
set
wake up
before the other side
of the world catches on.

the contest

Peanut candy and fiber drinks,
plastic plates and mandarins,
feet dangling, open stares,
introductions, nervous faces,
polite bows stumble over names.

I retreat to a class like
the waiting room, the doctor's office.
English exam.
In the web, spider waiting
for her juicy flies,
such cute little flies.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Where do you live? I don't know.
How old are you? I don't understand.
I cannot eat these flies.
They are too beautiful.
I let them go, one by smiling one.
It's alright, the butterfly is still alive.

seven minutes

A butterfly, dead, sits in my grey mitten hoping for revival, a second metamorphis? Words, vowels, paper shredding, tapping of feet on the wood floor and I cannot understand, any of it. Tiredness brings on a wave of existentialism.

Mind floats to warm grass and the park in another city, another country. Will I return? Is there home? Hope Of My Existance- my definition. The desk is next to the ticking time bomb that measures each class. It will ring, I will get up and I will teach something about conjunctions, perhaps a verb, and if they're lucky, an interjection or two.

The teachers are more restless than the students. They hear the ticking class massive egg timer and they are boiling, some soft, others hard, most scrambled.

My fingers have finally thawed. Several cups of brown rice green tea and spoonfuls of lemon orange peel sugar in hot water find their way to the tips that type.

Three minutes and I look outside. Bruised brown fields that match the contents of my cup. A stillness in the dirt, a settling in the trees and tuxedoed crows watch and take it all in.

I stare at your picture and see butterflies, marmalade, the licking of fingertips, and the makings of an interesting sticky story.

foray into fashion

Jisepo on a cold day

Jinju Lantern Festival

the beauty of Jisepo

fun in Busan

stir apparel website ideas

logo for E412

my first billboard

some roughs for "Leading with Charisma"

creating my office space

Creating room to work and design in a small space is always a challenge. The other day Melinda and I were cleaning out her studio and we came across my old desk that had been in the family for a good forty years or so. It was great to see it and I realized it would fit perfectly in the small room that was soon to be my office/design studio. Rummaging through the attic, I found two old glass windows that worked well for a table top and the other to display postcards from art openings and shops during my previous summer's stay in Paris. The wall is covered in a collection of old pressed flowers from Alabama that my great grandmother created and I had framed. Along with small illustrations and some of my photography, it has become my inspiration wall.

images from juarez, mexico

hang tag for STIR, rough 1

for Kiki

These two photos are for Kiki. Anouck and Niko say hi and miss you very much. They've asked that you please bring them back a three toed sloth for them to play with. They will name him, "Henry".

biking past your porches...

These are some photos taken today from "neighbors'" porches. It's June in Savannah where a breeze is a boon and the rockers are rocking. A person can live next door to someone for years and still be a stranger. Put the same two people on porches and pretty soon there's the smell of bbq.

anissa designs promo

my show this sat. 6/14 at the bean 7-9pm

club numero 4

club numero 3

surefire info sheet (front and back)

surefire logo three

r.s.v.p. front and back for allison

wedding invitation two

my new favorites

clothing tag line

wedding invitation

superhighway

superhighway faster than the change of seasons.

surefire logos- second set

playing with logos

beginnings of Zephyr Pool Care's new look

updated personal website

ideas for church youth group coffee shop

a logo idea for club jovenes, costa rica

savannah: st. patrick's day parade

nubarter spring into summer mailer

spring mailer

in my room

Here sit beautiful blossoms in my new room from the camellia bush out front. The painting is almost finished and I am still working on my nest, as temporary as one might expect a nest to be. For who knows when I will fly away again?

one with yoga postcard

kobo snag postcard

business card design

retro wallpaper/fabric design samples

one with yoga business cards

in a contemplative mood

These are my feet. They are full of French mud- from the Seine in fact. I was dancing like a banshee at this year's Rock en Seine and the reeking mud got into my hair, my face, my clothes and obviously my feet. When I came dragging home off the metro at mon favorite Gare d'Austerlitz, my roommate, Mauro, stood by the door quite clueless as to what his little friend had been up to. I miss mes amis de Paris. I hope to return soon. Back to the here and now, I just finished dancing up a storm to Justice when I got out of the shower. I had an interesting mid-afternoon of getting locked out of the house during a fantastic run. Though stranded for an hour and a half, it made me quite contemplative and I met some lovely folks at the Victory Feed and Seed. We discussed barn and tom cats, horses, alfalfa and security systems. Thank you Twila and Willy for a lovely afternoon. Thank you Pop-A-Lock and Ricardo, Home Sweet Home. Thank you Delphy for guarding the house and rooting for me to get back in.

little shrines

I just took these this morning right as my camera died. But what a treasure.  I was just talking to Brady about how different you see things when you *look*.  Two very different words indeed.

yesterday's photo shoot in savannah

update on lily

designs for kobo gallery

les images de paris

the paris sky in july

playing with a logo theme

playing with web sites

venus meets neptune

otherworldly offerings