Standing with My Iranian Friends...

Salam! Chetori? Hi! How are you?

Words I heard every time I saw my friend, Gilda Mavaddat when I lived in Los Angeles. Gilda was my entre' into the large Iranian-American community in LA and she was a wonderful ambassador to that world. The thing I remember most about her was her smile. She smiled all the time. She loved to laugh and she made me laugh...a lot! Oftentimes with her unique take on all things American. She hadn't been in this country too long and was totally perplexed as to how she could be out of money when she had checks left. Seriously. Yes, she made me laugh.

When I moved to Colorado Springs after my first marriage ended in 2001, I met a young Iranian man who became my friend. Mehrdad and I met the week after September 11th and I recall his hesitancy in even telling me he was Iranian, because at that moment he was feeling the push-back toward all things Muslim. He introduced me to a wonderful senior-citizen named Ali, who owned a deli in the Springs, but who would whip up unbelievable Iranian dishes in the back room. I fell in love with Saffron Rice and anything with a Farci name.

The fabric collage piece I am showing you here was commissioned by Mehrdad. I had completely forgotten about it and wasn't sure I even had a picture of it until earlier today. I was very happy to find it in my photo archives. The thing I recall most about doing this pieces, was when he gave me the images to use I couldn't believe how vibrant the colors were. The pictures that I had seen of Iran were mostly from the news and mostly from Tehran. Concrete. Gray. The pictures he selected for this piece were of the Iran he remembered and missed. Green valleys. Flowers as far as the eye could see. A little girl in a bright dress. I made this piece for him and I gave it the name "The Colors of Home." He loved it. (He laughed at me though because the words at the bottom-which I don't even remember what they were-were backwards.) Oh well. He got the overall feeling of the piece and he was happy. He showed it to everybody.

Gilda and Mehrdad have been on my mind the last few days as I witness what is going on in the country of their birth. I know they are glued to their computers and TV's and are fearful for family left behind. I hope two things for them. One is that Gilda figured out a checking account and the other is that the piece of my art that hangs in Mehrdad's home has brought him some comfort during this time. And I hope one day I will meet up with them again and see them smile...Salam! Chetori?

Giveaway Winners!!!

Hello All...Sorry to be getting around to this so late today. We had tornadoes jumping all around us in Northern Colorado this afternoon. Was busy trying to keep my little Fiona doggie from losing her little Fiona mind over the thunder and lightning. I printed up all the comments from each blog for each giveaway, cut them into slips of paper, folded them in half and then handsome hubby Logan drew names a few minutes ago.

The winner of the $300 Lipstick Ranch shopping spree is Nancy Van Hoose!
And the winner of "The Women-The Flag" is Malisa from Coldspring, TX.

Congratulations wonderful gals!

Get in touch with me.

Thanks to everyone who blogged and commented and who support me everyday with enthusiasm. You all rock my world.

I think I hear more thunder....maybe it's just the roar of applause as we congratulate our two winners!

Bye for now...

Right There in Black and White

And now for something completely different...

I don't know...just felt like working outside my signature color palette. I think it's really important to shake it up a little once in awhile and surprise even yourself. I don't do much work in a black and cream theme...none really...and I hardly ever work in a horizontal format when working with a vertical image...never really.


I challenge you to do something that is really, really different from anything you've ever done before. Get kinky with your art form. It's ok. You're married to it. You'll look at yourself differently too, when all is said and done. And your work will thank you.


Say thank you, Frida.

These will be put up on the Lipstick Ranch site for sale in a couple of days...They are 16x20-ish and will be $200 each. Let me know if you gotta have one before it goes up on LR.

My Half Sistah!

For the last couple of months I have watched with a prayerful heart and not just a little concern, as my dear friend, the amazing artist Joanna Pierotti and her husband Ron, dealt day to day with the realities that his brain tumor had returned. With all their attention focused on Ron's health issues and his up coming surgery, Joanna struggled to produce and sell enough art to keep them going. A wonderful group of friends, fellow artists and collectors rose to the occasion and gave Ron and Joanna a financial blanket to wrap themselves in for a bit of time. Trouble is a planned one week hospital stay has turned into a 3 week hospital stay in one of the most expensive cities in America, the beautiful San Francisco.So tomorrow, Ron, minus the tumor that was robbing him of his speech and balance, will be returning to a home they might very well lose. While they still have some of the money lovingly raised in the fundraiser, I have a plan to add to those coffers...Lipstick Ranch style. Before we know it, Joanna and Ron will be creating new workshops and Joanna's work will be available once again to all of us who can't wait for that to happen. In the meantime, let's bridge the gap.

So here's the scoop...from now until June 15th...HALF of the Registration fees garnered for my KC Willis Collage Camp AND HALF of all retail sales at Lipstick Ranch will be sent to Joanna and Ron. So if you were thinking of joining Collage Camp or encouraging others to do so, this would be a good time. And if you ever thought of grabbing a piece off of my site and making it your very own...or giving it to someone you love as much as I love Joanna, this is the moment opportune. And for all of you who have already enrolled in Collage Camp or want to pass up Camp and go right into making Altars and Shrines etc, join Mixed Media Mania and I'll do the same thing. Enroll in the three-workshop-package and HALF of that will go to California, as well.

Collage Camp fees. Lipstick Ranch sales. I'm talking HALF people. (Don't confuse this with half off. This is full price with half going to Joanna and Ron)

Collage Camp wouldn't even exist without Joanna. It was Joanna and one of my other fab artist friends, Jane DeRosier, who not only encouraged me to do an on-line workshop, but gave me their time over and over again when I had questions about setting the whole thing up. I went to Joanna and said. "You know, I don't think I'm going to do this. What if I build it and they don't come." Joanna laughed and me and basically said "What you talkin' about, Willis?"

Was she right? You don't know the HALF of it.

Tell your friends.

Let's rock and roll.

Just Another Manic Monday (And Another Giveaway)

When I was writing more or less full time...way back in the 90's...there was one particular year that I set out to write a novel. In that year I wrote three novels. Yep, in one year. Tad bit manic was said by some. And yeah, it was a bit of that, but there was also the very real "thing" I had going on with my characters. I gave them waaaaay too much control over me. Sometimes they would wake me up at 5 in the morning tugging on the shirt sleeve of my mind saying "Hey-hey wake up...I've got an idea...you know what I could do?" Tad bit schzoid was said by some.

Once a story was done, I barely had time to take a deep breath and revel in my accomplishment, before an entire set of new characters would come forward. It was like there were people in my head waiting in line to tell me their story. As soon as I saw them I recognized them, seemed to know everything about them. And we were off and running. Tad bit scary was said by all.

I walked away from writing many years ago. I am a bit hyper...ok a bit manic...and being a novelist with its many months to write the story, many months (even years) to sell the story, and another year or two for good measure before you held a book in your hand...was just too drawn out for me. I need a quicker fix for my creative juices.


Enter fabric collage art. It's still storytelling. I still have characters-the faces on my pieces. I still have dialogue-my quotes. I still have a setting...the fabrics and papers everything sits on. And I still have a happy ending-my pieces hanging on walls all over the world. Oh...and one other thing I still have...waaaay too many ideas.

Now instead of characters standing in line in my head...ideas for new work wake me up at the crack of dawn saying "Helloooo." While I am known for my fabric collage wall hangings, the past nine years have seen my brand of collage art on clothing, jewelry, altars, boxes, paintings, altered books, found objects, crosses, birdhouses, garden decor, papers on papers and one of my favorites, furniture. So it was probably not a far leap to imagine that I might have a few things I wanna share/teach beyond my wall hangings that are near and dear to my heart.

So in a manic moment of workshop ideas roaring down the Autobahn of my mind...I decided to go ahead and let you have it. Thus KC Willis Mixed Media Mania was born. A series of on-line workshops very much in keeping with the spirit of my Collage Camp. Fun, informative and hopefully inspirational workshops based on some of my favorite things.

The first three are open for Early Registration at a discounted rate at the Ning site I have set up for this Manic Menagerie. They are on Altars and Shrines, Works on Paper and Altered Books. Yipee! I for one can't wait. Logan and I are making the videos as we speak (Fiona is helping out again) and they will be up before you know it.

Go to the Main Page and check out the particulars. Man, this is gonna be fun. And while lots and lots of you have recently put up a link on your blogs, or Facebook pages, or been all a-Twitter about Collage Camp, I thought mayhaps (sorry but I love that word) that we might rally around the Manic and do the same. She'll do another Giveaway.......

How about one of my famous The Women-The Flag. Ain't I the generous-type? The first one of these that I ever made is in the permanent collection of the Cowgirl Museum in Fort Worth. (There are 50 women for the 50 stars.) If you live in another country and want in on the drawing...you can select something else if you win.

Just link to www. MixedMediaMania.ning.com on one or all of your social networking situations, drop a comment here telling me you've done that, and if you win...one of my favorite pieces of art will be yours. Let's hold the drawing on June 15th along with the $300 Shopping Spree touted on the previous blog. Be sure your name is in both drawings!

It's time to head off to bed...but wait! I've think I feel an idea coming on.

$300 Lipstick Ranch Shopping Spree

Whoa...did I say that? Yes, I guess I did. All right then, I've made the commitment...so let's get on with it.

We have been having such a blast at Collage Camp...haven't we gang? If you have any doubts, just check out the Camp Photos section! You guys are either ridiculously talented or I'm a REALLY good teacher! But sitting around the old Campfire recently, we decided we need more Campers to come play in the fire with us and hike around the collage trails. Sooo....I'm offering a reward-I mean I am opening up a mega-giveaway.

Mention Collage Camp on your blog-you don't have to write an essay-just mention what a good time you're having-or if you're not attending Camp, just mention that it looks like a good time and link to The Camp. You can even grab the little icon off the Camp front page. If you don't have a blog, post it on your Facebook Page, or on any other art group you belong to. Even a Twitter or two will work. Heck, send postcards-you know..."Having a wonderful time...wish you were here." Tell your readers they can get in on the drawing too by doing the same thing you are doing. This is an equal opportunity run-amok shopping spree. But, please be sure they understand that this means they have to link to Camp too. They can't simply comment below this blog and have it count. Okey-dokey?

Drop a comment at this particular blog, stating that you have bandied about the Camp logo shamelessly and your name will get in the drawing for a $300 Lipstick Ranch get-whatever-the heck-you-want shopping spree. None of my fabric art is off limits. The drawing will be held in 3 weeks-Monday, June 15th.

Be there or be square.

When Angels Fly

On Friday night I had the house to myself courtesy of the new Star Trek movie. The young men in my life had been beamed up. The remote was mine! I got into my comfy, lay-around-on the- sofa-with-my-dog pants and settled into digital decadence. It was my intention to not even land on anything for more than five minutes at a time. My converter box was my boogey-board and I was going surfing. This euphoria I describe should tell you what a rare happenstance I found myself in. But barely a minute into my evening I caught a big wave and rode it for two hours, finding myself reflective and refined when I made it back to shore.

I had heard somewhere that Farrah Fawcett was yet another celebrity with cancer. What I hadn't heard was that she was a warrior. I watched the documentary "Farrah's Story" and saw up close and personal how she fought desperately and heroically to conquer "the terrorist" (as her doctor put it) that had ambushed her life. I marveled at the courage she possessed as she endured painful treatments, surgery after surgery, chemo, radiation and all the hell that goes with living in one. The girl known for her hair didn't have any any longer. A friend of hers had taped her battle for well over a year, because Farrah was sure it would have a happy ending and she could be a beacon of hope for others. She fought so valiantly because, as she said several times on Friday night..."I just want my life back." Instead, as we speak, she is dying. No matter how much she wants that...it's not gonna happen. She will be a beacon, though. Just not the kind she had in mind in the beginning of all this.

I just want my life back. The places that you have to be in to utter those words have doorways I don't want to ever cross. But I have a chance to take my life back. I can say it and it is so. I don't have to beg God for that miracle. I have that miracle every day.

How is it that my life needs taking back? Anything you take for granted...you have lost. I am so lucky in so many ways...yet I am wasteful. I have a God who loves me and offers me his grace and forgiveness everyday...in spite of myself, but my Bible has dust on it. (literally). I have talents that for some reason he decided to rain on me, but I don't honor them like I should. (I actually complain out loud as I head to my studio when I have too many orders for my work.) I stopped singing. I am not sick, but I am lazy about exercise and do next to nothing to insure I stay healthy. You get the picture.

I want my life back. I want the joy that is found in "His mercy is new every morning." I want to sing again and to run to my studio everyday, thrilled that I get to make things with my hands for a living. I want to glow with health. In other words I want to take nothing for granted and seek a grateful heart. MY grateful heart. All I have to do is wake up tomorrow morning and grab it..take it...it's mine.

Grab it. Take it. It's yours.

Thank you Farrah.