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Urban Vinyl: A newbies introduction to designer toy collecting

4467797eb86aa7a255fdf3f3ad035be9What is an Urban Vinyl?

An Urban Vinyl is a type of designer toy. They are made for adult collectors that crave art, but want it on a more “low brow” or “tactile” scale. There are many materials used in designer toy manufacturing such as resin, wood, latex, plastic, and metal. I will be focusing on vinyls. As they are the ones that appeal to my interests (although resin artist 2petalrose definitely has me in a love spiral with his pieces. I will be featuring his work in a separate article at a later date.) 

Urban Vinyl collectibles started from humble beginnings as the creative work of artist Michael Lau (who is generally credited with starting the movement in the 1990’s). It has a hip-hop, graffiti, art, and musical vibe rising from urban areas in Asia (Japan and Hong Kong) the U.S., and Europe. It’s got a definite pop culture flavor, features mostly limited runs, focuses on original and highly artistic design, and showcases artists in a manner that encourages touching and getting close to art in a whole new way.

Most pieces run between around $6-$50, which, for art, could be considered pretty reasonable. Of course, it can go well beyond that price range with custom designs, limited editions, and special commissions.

Designer toys aren’t made to be played with by children. These are adult art pieces that can be handled like a toy, but should primarily be handled gently to prevent wear or paint damage. An important distinction.

While there can sometimes be a lot of cross-over between toy and art, (I’m looking at you Funko) most will agree that vinyls tend to be primarily adult collected. They can be handled much like one handles an action figure or plastic toy, but these pieces can and should be treated like art, especially if it’s not your own personal collection you are viewing.

Even in your own personal collecting a general rule of collecting is to keep the pieces in as mint condition as possible. After all, collecting an entire collection of pieces takes dedication, time, money and effort.

Over the next few months I will be learning all about the different artists, styles, and types of Urban Vinyls out there. I’m a definite newbie so I will be taking my time and asking lots of questions.

It should be a ton of fun.

Sources section:

Wikipedia

63 Vinyl Artists You Should Know

 

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Vinyl post delayed until later this evening (Monday May 15th)

Due to uncharacteristically being scheduled to work Sunday (I usually don’t work a Sunday because the buses having an extremely short run schedule on Sunday’s) since its was Mother’s Day.

I will post the originally scheduled post around 2 pm instead, as I have today off.

To make it worth your while, here are some pictures of some the ones I found online that amused me this week.

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Irritation is my friend

I, like many people, really hate being irritated. I try to contain these inconsiderate impulses that the irritations cause. These unkind inward thoughts, knowing, quite well, that they are not “right” thoughts. They generally build up, bubble and bubble, until something (or someone) finally pushes me too far, and I snap, like a damned twig, and let all my feelings out in one go.

The thing that most gets me, in this new understanding I have of the universe along my enlightenment path, is that irritation is actually helping me.

What? Helping me? Yes. Helping.

Irritation is my friend. It alerts me to the shadows I still haven’t conquered. Unhappiness I haven’t faced. Baggage I haven’t handled. Oh, the checked bags of my life!

Irritation is like pain. It doesn’t mean to be hard on us, it’s meant to alert you to something that’s going on that needs our attention.

Like  an oyster with a grain of sand, we get irritated and irritated, over and over again, but if we truly soothe ourselves, truly accept this central warning system as the friend it is, we become powerful in our quest for serenity.

We find the reward of our constant attention to the problem in our future ability to feel the irritation less and less because we acknowledged the problem, soothed our issues..not once, but many times.

Oysters don’t ignore the sand, they create something to reduce the irritation..and a curious thing happens…a beautiful pearl develops within them.

We call that pearl serenity.

Poet

Death to apathy

It’s those middle days that get you.

The same old step.

The worn path.

The memorized passage

you no longer bother to read.

You stop looking for sunsets.

Stop appreciating sunrises.

The stars twinkle, but you don’t look up.

Your heart forgets its longing dream

and settles into the same steady beat.

My dearest wish, for you

is glorious upheaval.

Sudden change.

Wondrous challenge

that leads you into a new pattern.

Your eyes awakened to the beauty

You forgot how to see.

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Editing for Hamilton

Let’s be honest, editing for the first 3 Chapters was dead easy today, mostly because they are the Chapters I read and re-read the most while writing the book. I still consider the first Chapter my favorite though, every chapter seems to have something I like about it, comes with falling in love with your own work, I think.

As for the ideas for the Ubiquitous Tome. I have been seriously considering writing something of a multi-world theme with each member of the story living in a completely different world and connected by these incredible tomes. The fun of creating each world cannot be contained in one Bex. Imagine the bounciest ball you can and add extra sugar and you have my strange hyperactive passion over the merest idea of it.

The other thought I am considering incorporating in, is the concept of twin-tree souls, which I mentioned in the Juniper/Junie post. I think my trees will most definitely have to be similar to the Wizard of Oz trees. Completely able to move and speak to others, obviously this would be in a world similar to Earth but more magical in nature. I also need to think on my main characters and come up with names for them.

As for the vinyl research, I have already read up on several articles and posts online that feature them. I am no expert so I need to write from the standpoint of a total noob who is learning about it from the bottom. Could be fun to share what I am learning from the very beginning and see how far it takes me.

So, that’s me so far today.

 

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What I’m up to now

Ok, so with my first book finally completed, its definitely come down to serious editing now. I will really be focusing on that in the next three weeks, as well as, playing with ideas for The Ubiquitous Tome storyline, which is my next ambitious project.

The editing is quickly becoming my favorite part about writing a book. I just love reading over bits and pieces and making them smoother and less cluttered in structure.

Since I’m a poet, I have a real love of the melody aspect of rhythm. The reading of the story out loud should be just as much fun as the story itself.

I am also really focused on making the passages fun to read. I like to make the words somewhat like a painting, sparking thoughts and imagery as you go along and leading you to the same feeling of balance and meter you get from a well written poem. I think that balance and bounce in writing is what makes stories so fun to read over and over again.

This aspect of my writing is probably why the passage in chapter one where Hamilton is described as seeing birds and has this hilarious inner dialog is so precious to me.

Anyway, that’s going on.

The  Ubiquitous Tome storyboarding is, let’s be honest, exceptionally exciting. Limitless possibilities that sprout from your head as you begin something that could become something else. So..much. fun.

I am also adding in a few incentives to keep me going. Since I enjoy creative ways to give myself a break from my writing, once in a while, (writing and research are part off the fun stuff for me but, I can sometimes push myself too hard to get stuff done quickly and end up with writers block) I have decided to indulge myself and learn about the hottest contemporary adult vinyl figure design artists and their creative work, when I complete each of my weekly goals.

The world of vinyl figures has been a growing industry for years now and I think it’s going to evolve even more over the next 5 years into a major art movement.

I truly think people are becoming much more personalized in their creative expression and part of that, is challenging and expanding the accepted concept of what is considered serious art.

Collectors and artists have begun displaying and conveying their creativity in thought provoking, inspirational, and often uniquely individualistic ways. No two collections are the same!

Each piece becomes an expression of who they are, what they enjoy, and their memories and feelings. I think the ability to choose pieces that express aspects of who they are is part of why vinyls are so popular.

Vinyl is versatile, very affordable, and tactile. Letting a person really get close to their art. I cannot wait to learn more about this fascinating topic!

I know giving myself more homework sounds counter-productive to the word ‘relax’ but honestly, learning is my greatest pleasure in life. Indulgence in researching a topic that excites me is a serious pleasure and a fitting reward for my hard work.

My goal each week (day off) is 5 Chapters edited and made all pretty and shiny. If I accomplish that I will post an article, on my blog, on an artist I am learning about. I only get to post if I succeed in my set goal. (Huff)

Look for it on Sundays for the next 4 weeks. If it gets interest I might make it a regularly featured spot (I said that like people actually read my blog…lol).

So, yeah, that’s what I’m up to…

Ps. I’m soo I excited about the research on vinyls, that my co-workers can’t seem to shut me up about it. You poor poor sots! Me with a prospective new learning experience is slightly terrifying for the uninitiated to witness. (Heh heh) They’ll learn soon enough.

This is going to be fun.

 

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Living in joy

This is going to sound weird. 

I will never wish to be 21 again. Actually, I won’t ever wish to be anything but the age I am in each successive moment.

Some people do. Maybe not 21, but younger than they are currently. They long for days things were easier to understand. When they thought they had stuff figured out, or at least didn’t mind not having the right answers so much. They like the idea they would do it better, cherish it more, embrace it more fiercely.

Me? I don’t crave the past. I never have. I worship the lessons. The memories and the sweetness of knowing where I come from, certainly, but not the age I was, never that.

It’s not that I don’t remember what it was like, it’s more like I did it already.  I tasted it. I experienced each moment and it was sweet, because it came once. It had more value for its limits.

I like not knowing what’s next. The surprise of it. I look toward tomorrow insatiably curious about what I will see, learn, experience.

There will be pains in my tomorrow’s certainly, there always is. No one is exempt from pain, and somehow that actually makes it ok. The fact that everyone is equal in pain. We think we have more, but really, no man escapes their portion. It’s just hard to see when we are feeling our own.

They say, if we set out each of our pains. Lined up head to head next to one another and really saw each pain as it truly is, we’d all most like take our own back instead of trading.

I believe owning my pain balances out the pain of others, so I don’t mind so much. Who would turn down their portion, if they discovered it saved another from it? Who wouldn’t take their portion if it meant a child would hurt less,  a victim wasn’t victimized, someone’s few moments of hurt reduced itself in sharpness? I’d take more than my portion, if I’m honest. I’ve seen pain and endured it. I can and will again. (I’m ready for you ya bastad’).

I have always lived without regret. I have made mistakes, but they made me grow and I cherish those lessons, they somehow make me strong. Even bad memories have a sneaky sanctity that makes them less regrettable in looking them over. They made me myself, and I’m having the most amazing love affair with her these days. 

I have learned the value of silence. Long walks and deep sniffs of air filling the spaces of my lungs and pushing out the grey dust that accumulated. Oh, how much I long after trees to walk under. How I stare lovingly at sunlight patches through bus Windows.

I know, I sound a nutter, but I can’t help it, I just love being the age I am.

There are people who haven’t lived as long as I have. Lives cut short for some reason or other. Lives that didn’t get to be lived. My biggest task in this life is to live thoroughly. To bemoan my life is to insult the dead. They would give anything for my crappy day. They would savor every morsel of food, every  soft wind, every single drop of rain. There are those who haven’t had my years, and I honor them by living in joy. They can’t, so I live for them. Fiercely I hug each year to me. I yell out to the sky “Do you see me living Grampa? Do you hear my thanks Daddy? Can you feel my awe Mom?”

Life is short. 100 years is all we get, if we are lucky. I want to remember every single year, even more than this, I want to feel every single moment of it.

I don’t want to live again, I’m too busy living NOW!!

Poet

Silent thoughts

There is something strangely mesmerizing about the trees outside my window.

During dark nights theye resemble inky black shadows with the darker sky behind making them feel like silhouettes of some forgotten piece of art.

During windy nights they move. Swaying to the wind in a dance that feels like timelessness.

Random thoughts, I know, but still worthy of speaking.

I hope I look as mesmerizing when I am anywhere near as old as they.

B

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Daily log: May 1, 2017

* Glasses of water drunk: 8

*Hours slept: 3

* Curse words uttered: 15

* Book read for the day: Didn’t read. Dime Island addiction

* Weirdest thought of the day: “I just spend 8 hours going back and forth to work.. for realz”

* Feeling: Bang. Bang. Bang. (Head/wall)

* Daily Goals ( Total Win or Total Fail)

Total Fail: Misread calender, showed up to work 5 hours before my shift. (15 curse words all said on the bus ride home. Spent 2 hours on the return bus and 2 hours at home, only to turn around and go back for my correct shift and then go home the 2 hours it takes to get back at end of closing shift) Total time on/or waiting  for bus today: 7 hours. (I am an Idiot)

* Weather outside: Flooding rain.

*Chatted with: Everyone including the bus driver. (I really do talk to much on the bus sometimes)

*Today I: Got 2 hours of sleep, got up at 6 am to catch the bus at 7:00 am because I work at 9 am….(bus ride 1.5 hrs) only Surprise!! I don’t. I work at 2 pm-close. Sigh**** Took bus home (1.5 hrs) watched Youtube videos for 2 hours. Took bus back to work (2 hrs), worked my 8 hrs shift. Caught the buses home (2 hrs trip) woke up  next day at 6 am for opening shift. YAY. NOT.

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Daily Log: April 30, 2017

* Glasses of water drunk: Does Iced coffee count? I have been drinking them all day long.

This always happens when I write.

*Hours slept: 10 glorious hours. Had an interesting dream as well.

* Curse words uttered: Maybe 1. Too happy today for cursing.

* Book read for the day: Finished book 3 of the Rise of Magic series. Rebellion by CM Raymond, LE Barbant, and Michael Anderle. I am waiting impatiently for book 4 now. Still waiting on 6% for The Elementals book 3 The Head of Medusa by Michelle Madow. Got caught up in the Rise of Magic series.

Books on deck soon:

H.L Burke- Nyssa Glass series (Steampunk) book 2.

H.Y Hanna-Cocoa Magic series Book 3 (which isn’t out yet)

* Weirdest thought of the day: “Why do I hate Bella Swann soo much. She’s not even a real person.”

* Feeling: Curious and at peace.

* Daily Goals ( Total Win or Total Fail)

Win: Completed my book and am taking a mini break from it. (One week off and then straight into editing) 

Fail: I need more impulse control. I caved and bought the Disney Mini Figure “Pain” even though he was more expensive because he was out of the box. ( $9 instead of the normal $7 for blind bag) Sigh** I know what you’re thinking, but I have a very limited budget and a box swap to pay shipping for very soon. (Australia’s shipping charges are insane!!)

* Weather outside: Meh. Overcast with rain.

*Chatted with: Nobody. It’s a total me relax day.

*Today I:

Watched Unlisted Leaf on YouTube (Why am I watching this?) Z will be impressed by my Pokemon trading card knowledge right? I really am weird. The things I do to connect with my 16 year old.

Played Zombie Castaways: Dime Island (limited time) Island. Texas Railroad theme. Kinda neat. Love the cacti plants.

Working on poetry archives and handwritten poetry notebook. (Majority of the day spent on this)

Dinner: Steak, rice and corn. I must have really needed red meat because I ate 2 pieces like a rabid Wolf (Wolf…get it? Hahaha)

Snuck a rock from the Giant Eagle parking lot. I couldn’t help it, the rock was pretty.

Getting Nostalgic over Wall-E clips. I think of Dad every single time. (My Dad’s name was Wally) I love the character quite a lot.

Emoji:

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The SHK comes for dinner dream

That was interesting. The dream started with people asking if SHK was at my house, because they heard he was, I wasn’t too sure about their sources because I certainly hadn’t heard that, and I lived there.

Then, suddenly he was there. He was sitting on my couch. Um…..ok. Well, Hi!

Funny, I had a house full of kids. I wasn’t even slightly upset about it either. More worried about how to feed them all, as apparently my frig was completely empty of all but Kielbasa.

Why Kielbasa I will never know. It was also frozen solid. I suggested it for dinner later on in a clear bid to get him to stay longer (sneaky woman) and suggested we go grocery shopping.

My dad comes walking in and causally mentions my purse (and credit cards) fell in the garbage again. Reality Note: I don’t actually use credit cards (just one very tired debit card). I sighed like this wasn’t a strange (or new) occurrence in dream. Sooo a klutz even in dream? (Duly noted)

I was truly happy my dad was in my dream. In the dream he had just started a new job. Having him there was lovely. I miss him soo much. He was exactly as I remember.

It was noisy, and chaotic and completely wonderful. It felt like a family.

I was surprised (in my dream) by how at ease I was with SHK. I kept having to remind myself that he was a guest and not a family member.

Also, where did all those kids come from? All boys, all noisy. I loved it to bits!

Boys apparently eat a lot though. My fridge in the dream was completely destroyed by pillaging. Why does that make me so happy? Why was complete mayhem so beautiful? It was though, it was home. I was happy there.

Why did I have to go and wake up? Darn it.

 

Poet

Open your mouth

She didn’t tell him that she loved him.
She bore each sigh
Each rough goodbye.
Each whispered scorn.

Timed her tears to the rain
made dashes of paint
across her windowless room
Her heart had no time to beat.

She didn’t open like a flower
stayed primly still
her hurt cloaked round her shadow
pristine expression of black

She was still and alone
but it was her lack of voice
that broke her heart.

Open your mouth

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A Sinister Mood

Uncertain reason
but hope is in season.
Loop your tired feet
around the rungs of my chair.
Lay your body down
and your soul bare.
Let temperate moods wind you up.
Fill your hands with lust
for  your coffee cup.
Shy virtues, hidden well
thinking you found heaven,
the view from your cell.
Catch my expression
misunderstand
This flipped finger
is getting out of hand.

Poet

Daily log: April 26, 2017

* Glasses of water drunk: 0 extremely bad

Glasses of soda drunk : 2 liters. OMG Girl!

*Hours slept: 8.5 vvvg

* Curse words uttered: (Found out hardest worker at work was fired because they eliminated his position sooo…broke a cursing record…pretty sure)

* Book read for the day: Rise of Magic Book 2 Completed. The Elementals: The Head of Medusa Book 3 6%

* Weirdest thought of the day: ” I really want Pain” referring to Disney Mini Vinyl Hades pet character collectible.

* Feeling: Kinda mad about friend being fired. Otherwise kinda good.

* Daily Goals ( Total Win or Total Fail)

Fail: Didn’t complete Truck work as much too busy, but got almost everything done. Semi-fail

Win: Have opened total of 10 blind bags for Disney Mini Vinyls and haven’t had a single duplicate yet. Booya!!

* Weather outside: Warm

*Chatted with: Messenger tweets from Becky, Kazza, and Lori. Taking a mini-break from Facebook.

*Today I:

Watched Pstoyreview video, investigated Tulipop and Night Riders characters (Interesting). Spent way too much time contemplating room layout and making everything tidy.

Read selected works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Favorite Poems Collection by Doubleday books) on page 42.

Daily Emoji:

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Collector of collections

I keep myself in very careful check. It has to be this way because I literally love art of every conceivable style. I don’t have rigid standards when it comes to what is art and what isn’t. If someone made it, and its got something clever about it, I’m totally a fan.

This could lead to problems.

See, I am a person who likes things to have a proper spot where it lives. It doesn’t have to live there all the time, but I like it to have a home of sorts. Mostly because clutter can only stay around me if it belongs somewhere. I know, I know, I’m kinda all in my head here.

Since I love art of every conceivable style my list of found awesome is long. Really long.

Like, reeeaaally long.

My dislike of clutter is generally (often) at war with my love of whimsy and art.

So far my inner me, if given the go-ahead, would own the following in extreme abundance:

Postcards

Wall art (all sorts)

Pillows (art pillows and embroidered pillows)

T-shirts (artist made)

Pottery (vases, dishes, pitchers and bowls)

Baskets

Kokeshi dolls (wooden)

Momiji dolls (smallest)

Miniatures (especially miniature food, don’t ask)

Vinyl figures (Mini)

Artist dolls (plush dolls, bears and bunnies)

Teacups

Rocks

Candles

Art glass

Art Nouveau

Art Deco

Stained glass

Sea glass

Quilts

Paintings

Blown glass (vases, Art pieces)

Wind-chimes

Door knobs (used to hold back drapes, on doors, and as wall hooks)

and tins

I would very seriously overdo it in a millisecond… there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

Some of the things on the list I don’t really own yet. Which is good (my room at my sister’s is tiny).

So far I have:

A huge rock collection. It consists of an entertainment center on its side, covered with a cloth, decorated with candles and generously sprinkled with at least 50 rocks from all over the world. It also have a statue of Naga Kanya, a Robin (named Williams) a screen printed wood block, and a resin encased Dandelion in full bloom. It’s my meditation nook and I love it.

I have a folding bookcase that holds books I’ve received over the years, my Mini Vinyl Disney figure collection (I have 10) and on top of my dresser sits 5 plushes. 2 Bears (Theo and Kai), a Bumble-bee ( Bee), a sock monkey (Socket)  and a mini crocheted Octopus (gift) (Emperor Zerg)

Not too terrible right?

The problem is that given my way (and an increased pocketbook) I’d totally lose my mind, if I let myself. So, I’m working on rules for the future me I plan to be.

Rules:

#1: Everything has to have a place it belongs. 

#2 Small spaces, little footprint. If I have to dust it, it better be easy to move.

#3 No more collection than a single space can hold (book shelf, wall or bed)

#4 Things that seem less artistic art and more nostalgic toy art remains in my private space, not in my living room. (My study will be AWESOME!!)

#5 Comfort conditions.  Each collection gets a designated area. Textural and comfortable living area. Bold and Sassy kitchen. Nature inspired and soothing bedroom. Study will be nostalgic.

There. I feel better now. I wonder if the dream in my head will ever become a real place.

 

 

 

 

 

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Is it just me?

Is it just me or does it seem like more body stuff happens as you get older? Seriously.

From age 0-30 I was pretty darn invincible. Hardly ever got sick.

The absolute minute I hit 31 BAM!! Take that puny B!!

This year alone I have:

*Sat too long without back support and messed up my legs (cramping) for 2 days,

*Suffered a major neck nerve compression (hurt like a mother-fucker) 

*Experienced a major nose- bleed

*Gotten an inner ear infection that caused extreme dizziness.

AND

*Tore the muscle in my back from lifting stuff I shouldn’t have lifted (that was all on me that one).

 

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Daily Log: April 26, 2017

* Glasses of water drunk: 6 vvg

*Hours slept: 2 vvb

* Curse words uttered: 400 (all at the computer)

* Book read for the day: Rise of Magic Series Book 1, Completed. Rise of Magic Series Book 2 50%

* Weirdest thought of the day: ” I want a dragon too”

* Feeling: Annoyingly chipper

* Daily Goals ( Total Win or Total Fail)

Win: Got all my tasks completed

Fail: Lifted a travel system, tore the muscle in my back. Yay, idiot.

* Weather outside: The weather currently cannot make up its mind.

*Chatted with: Kazza and Becky.

*Today I: Watched way, way, waaaaay too many clips from the Troll movie. Now I HAVE to see it. Must also dance to Justin Timberlake song privately in my room. Booya! (Obviously will wait until back is better)

Daily emoji:

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Someone’s eyes are stuck to her forehead due to, too much coffee.