Sarah Rooney Designs

Rooney Rambles

  • I’ve Been Accepted to My First Art Fair!

    My First Art Fair is on March 30th: Now I Just Need to Prepare

    That’s two weeks from today. I’ve never displayed my art before. I’d like to make prints. I’d like to screen print tote bags if i can. I have a screen printing kit in my closet that I’ve opened but haven’t used. I’ve had one of those crazy weeks where for a second it seemed like it was all falling apart. It wasn’t at all. I keep turning.

    How fitting that I’m going through a medium change. Trying to teach myself to paint. I listen to Spanish songs and Spanish YouTube video essays. I write advertisements for IT tools I don’t understand. I piece together communicate translate share express.

    I’m remembering that art is for the stuff that you can’t put down anywhere else. I celebrate what I don’t understand.

    I haven’t told anyone I’m in the art fair. I haven’t officially accepted the spot. I think I won’t tell anyone for a little bit. I want to enjoy my little secret. We feel in the pauses.

    I’m feeling the pay off of my effort. Of taking care of myself and pushing myself to try new things. Going to bed on time and lighting candles and massaging my face in the shower. I did that skating exhibition in February so that I can present in this art fair in March.

    I’m going to print my zines. I’m going to print my zines. Get excited for that you guys! RooneyRambles the zine coming soon!

  • Things I like about painting

    I like painting because I like looking for the light. I like spring time because if I try I remember I can still do cart wheels. The daffodils are blooming and my brothers turning 26. I think I’m probably an artist and that’s a good reason to study for my exam. Men are talking about Jesus in Panera Bread. I feel grumpy from winter, like an old dog. Soon I will thaw.

    I trust.
    I trust.
    I trust.

  • Feathers

    Feathers

    and i try to remember the difference
    between a name announced and one called
    from the back door
    as he fills the bird feeder

  • shoelaces for fingers

    There’s grace in the pauses and I’m handing it to you
    There’s a hum in the down beat and I’m twisting it between my ears

    Shoe laces for fingers and the mess we make together

    I wish more people were good to each other
    I’ll start with being good to you

  • A Woman’s Heart is

    A Woman’s Heart is

    i’ve chewed up this town and i’ve spit it out
    crumpled soppy on the concrete

    i’ve got a craving echoing in the hollows where my lungs should be
    in the chasm beneath my breast

    the sort that i might pass out if i don’t satiate
    the sort that i might vomit if i do

    on sundays i cut coffee table buoquets
    practice punching up

    carve the sockets behind my eyes deeper
    with my roommate’s potato peeler

    make plenty of room there for the people my gaze will swallow

    i study the maps in the cracks of the bus’s windows
    smile with lips licked raw

    i’ve burned away my fingertips
    lined my ribs with teeth

    i’ve got a tinny little voice
    that makes its bed in my curls

    whispers of a life worth devouring

  • Current WIP

    Current WIP

    Started painting my candlestick holder this rainy afternoon. I was excited to try out 1) my new paint set 2) a metallic subject. Maybe a bit ambitious -but I’m pleasantly surprised by how this is going! The green is a bit sick, and the shapes are wonky. I’m getting a lot of emotion.