Blackout Day Bustin’ Out All Over

Today, February 28, 2025, is Economic Blackout Day.

Youโ€™ve probably heard or seen something about this. At first an informal call for consumer pressure against rollbacks of DEIA (Diversity, Equity, Inclusion, Accessibility) programs in the US, from a grassroots movement called The Peopleโ€™s Union, Economic Blackout Day quickly went viral on social media. It is now growing more organized, with calls for more consumer actions throughout March and April, for starters.

It begins at 12:00AM and runs through 11:59PM. For this whole day, we are suspending all non-essential commerce. No shopping. No buying. Especially, no corporate brands or chains. If you must spend money, go to small, local shops, preferably in person, to avoid giving business to Google et al., and pay in cash, to avoid giving business to credit card companies and big banks.

You might think a single day of across-the-board economic shutdown wonโ€™t have any effect. But I happen to be a fan of consumer activism, so let me explain why I encourage you to get on board with Blackout Day.

First, this day is just the beginning. We might call it a โ€œshot across their bow,โ€ i.e. a warning to remind the people trying to dismantle our Constitution and way of life what leverage We the People of the United States really hold.

One inescapable fact of the USA is that it runs on money. For good or ill, the US is a mercantile nation. Money is the body and soul of our politics and our power structure.

And there is no money if there is no We the People. The US economy runs entirely on the labor and purchasing of millions of Americans. Thatโ€™s us doing the jobs and us buying the stuff. Anything that interferes with us showing up for work or us buying stuff from stores slows the economy immediately. If it keeps up a while, our โ€œenvy of the worldโ€ economy quickly starts to shrink.

And boy-howdy, do the billionaires start yelping when that happens.

Remember the 2008 crash, when the global economy very nearly collapsed and countless Americans lost their homes and were drowning in debt. Remember how the economic pundits and the billionaire CEOs were all over media complaining about the slow recovery after that crisis of their making. Remember how they blamed the American people for unpatriotically – yes, some of them actually invoked patriotism – saving our money instead of spending it like they wanted us to.

Remember the pandemic, when there were no jobs, no open shops, even the supply chains were shut down, but we individual worker-consumers were still getting scolded for not getting out there to lend it, spend it, send it rolling along. I will swear to my last breath that I heard multiple capitalists on US media literally declaring that keeping the economy going was more important than keeping ourselves alive, and we were betraying the nation by staying home just to stay healthy.

Were any of those pundits, capitalists, or CEOs on the brink of starvation from the faltering economy in those crises? No, they were not. So why did they care so much?

If I were an economist, it would be complicated to explain, but Iโ€™m not, so itโ€™s simple.

The heads of US industry, the leaders of our dominant businesses, our CEOs and Directors, our would-be American oligarchs are, at the end of the day, little more than glorified peddlers. Take a hard look at them, all those Big Corp brands. Theyโ€™re all basically hawking junk on street corners, just like a hundred-plus years ago when they were selling liver pills and miracle tonics off wagons and conning yokels into selling their land for wildcat oil drilling.

All these years, all these generations, these latter-day robber barons built their fortunes by conning – or extorting – the rest of us into giving them all our labor and all our money.

When we stop giving them those things, their house-of-cards empires start to shake. It never fails.

A dip in commerce means a dip in profit margins – a hiccough in line-go-up. It doesnโ€™t matter if itโ€™s just a one-day event. The blip will appear on the radar, and the voting shareholders wonโ€™t like it, since the only reason for any of these grifters to exist at all is to maximize profits for voting shareholders. Blips donโ€™t maximize.

So on February 28, we will do our best to put a blip on the radar.

If theyโ€™re smart, they will listen to our demands. They will back off their attempt to turn the US into a fascist client state to Vladimir Putin. They will restore order, funding, and staffing to the US federal government. They will obey the orders of the federal courts. They will pass a proper federal budget. They will restore our support for our traditional allies and trading partners in accordance with our treaties. They will quit fucking around with things they donโ€™t understand.

If theyโ€™re not smart, then there will be more blips. Bigger blips. More blackouts will follow, along with longer boycotts and labor actions. 

If they take away our rights from us, we will take away our money from them. If they take away our liberty, we will take away our work. If they take away our Constitution and our system of law and representation, we will take away the life blood of the economy and their industries.

And we shall see who wins the argument. Myself, Iโ€™m betting on We the People, because we have the numbers, and without us, they have nothing.

Now, as a movement, economic resistance is relatively slow and requires discipline, organization, and cooperation. It demands that we change long-accustomed habits, that we support each other in our communities, and that we all do some creative problem-solving.

But today is just one day. The first day. So letโ€™s try it out, and see how it goes. 

At the very least, not spending money for a day isnโ€™t going to hurt you any.

And remember, this is just for non-essential spending. There are people who would prefer a total shut-down of all transactions, but those people forget February 28 is the last day of the month. Itโ€™s Rent Day for millions of us. We must be reasonable. Do pay your rent, by whatever method you normally use. Pay your bills if theyโ€™re due. If you have to fill a prescription or keep a medical appointment, etc., take care of it. That is essential spending, not non-essential.

But stay the hell off Amazon. Stay away from the big box retailers. Donโ€™t log into your streaming services. Donโ€™t send money over the internet or pay for anything by credit card. Donโ€™t order in from a chain restaurant via a corporate gig-work delivery service. Just donโ€™t.


Now, donโ€™t get me wrong. I run a small business out of my studio. I would very dearly love for you to buy my work.

But not today. Not online today. Today is for a different kind of work, without which I might not be able to keep doing my lifeโ€™s work.

You know what Iโ€™ll be doing today, instead of trying to sell you my art? Iโ€™ll be doing some creative problem-solving. For example, I think Iโ€™ll research alternatives to Paypal and Venmo (the same company) so I can offer you a more ethical way to do business with me. Might take some time, but itโ€™s a great day to start, donโ€™t you think?

And Iโ€™ll do some artwork, so thereโ€™ll be fresh stuff for you to buy as well.


Today is the first day of the economic part of the pro-democracy resistance in the US.

Today is also the last day of the last month of winter. Tomorrow, March 1, we begin barreling into spring. Is there a better moment to wake up? To dump the old in favor of the new? To clean our house?

I went for a walk before I wrote this and saw the first green shoots rising from the ice-soaked ground in a neighborhood park.

Thatโ€™s an allegory for you, right there.

This is how the weather changes. This is how the tides turn.

With the first push out of the frozen mud.

How it starts.


Illustrated with photos I took this week.

April in the garden and the sketchbook, plus other news


Spring is in full bloom, and filling my head with ideas. Behold!


Out and about

The garden is up and running – largely without me, I admit. The daffodils are especially robust this year. (I wish I could say the same for the studio lighting or my poor old camera.)


A little sketchbook tour

Inspired by the energy of the season, I’ve been letting all my ideas make their pitches. Those glorious daffodils again, this time in two vases. This year’s solar eclipse – from photos. We didn’t get totality over Massachusetts, so while I took a moment to observe the partial over my studio (safely!), I also watched the totality over and over, live on NASA tv. The little Medusa concept doodles happened because I am convinced Medusa and the Gorgons were solar mythic beings. Next, ephemeral springtime forest plants – North American bloodroot flower and fern fiddleheads. (Did you know, that part of the violin is both named and designed after the plant?) All of these sketches are plans for future artworks.

The color sketch was just testing out some watercolor pencils. I’m not particularly in love with this set, but the SATOR design is an idea in development for some typographic abstracts. The SATOR square is one of the oldest good-luck charms in western culture, found decorating doorways of ancient Roman buildings.

And finally, testing out different pens – a dip pen, a bamboo reed pen, and a fountain pen – the one in black. I sketched with a glass pen, too, but forgot to photograph it. I like them all, but I think the reed pen gives that Real Artist vibe, at least in these little drawings.


In Other News

New small paintings are ready. I’m just editing the photos. I’ll post them separately, and they’ll be added to the shop soon.

An Alchemy of Dragons is on a brief hiatus. As I prepare to introduce the second protagonist, Iarius, and expand my characters’ world, I found I need to corral an explosion of plot bunnies. I also realized I made some mistakes in the earlier chapters. So I decided to pause, rework some details, and get more of the story written in advance of posting. Maps are being drawn. Character portraits are being designed. A world-building wiki is coming together as I go along. I’m pretty excited about the upcoming improvements. Watch this space.

An Alchemy teaser.

-Jen

Exploring Home: Dream Space

Installment #2 in my Exploring Home project: A small bedroom. It’s daytime, and the sleeper is absent. One wonders what the room looks like at night, under artificial light. Is it a calming room after a hard day? What kinds of dreams happen there? What do you think this room says about the person who sleeps here? Leave a comment with your theories.

New Project: Exploring Home

I started my experimental new photography project by improvising a room. I wasn’t sure what I wanted it to be. It turns out to be a small living room. No one is in the room at the moment. Can you spot the clues of personalities and lifestyle of the residents?

I think they are travelers who cannot travel at the moment, but the world is at home with them.

Inspirations: Staying Home

JFries at home border

COVID-19 has people all over the world confronting the idea of being at home in ways that we may never have before. Many are chafing at the restriction imposed by the virus, but why? Isnโ€™t โ€œhomeโ€ supposed to have a good connotation? Itโ€™s where the heart is, right?

Iโ€™ve always felt a vague fascination with interior spaces. The light through a window, illuminating floating dust. The clues hinted at by personal possessions, by peopleโ€™s neatness or their mess. The sense of place and time we get from furniture, decor, organization, tools and appliances. Our homes express much about us, more than we plan or may realize.

One of my pandemic pleasures has been sneaking glimpses into the homes of TV people – reporters, politicians, various kinds of experts broadcasting the news from their houses. Iโ€™m forever peering over their shoulders. Are their bookshelves serious or for show? What about their color choices, their window treatments? Is this room lived in, or has it been turned into a stage set? Some of the newspeople superimpose their showsโ€™ regular studio backgrounds over wherever they really are. I guess it promotes professionalism and normalcy, but I wish they wouldnโ€™t do it so much. When they share their personal space, even if itโ€™s just the guest room they never use or a cleaned-up corner of the garage, it humanizes this crisis weโ€™re living through. It highlights that we are all sharing the same experience together.

Yet the idea of โ€œhomeโ€ in this common experience has become fraught with tension. What does it mean that so many of us are uncomfortable being where we live?

Iโ€™ve mentioned my in-development project, โ€œOrchid Beach.โ€ Itโ€™s a story – probably a digital graphic novel – that uses the idea of home, but itโ€™s a crime thriller, quite dark and intended to disturb. And Iโ€™m just not feeling it. I donโ€™t want to subvert the idea of home right now.

So I looked at other works, and I realized to my surprise that, despite my personal interest, I donโ€™t have a lot of home-focused art or stories. The ones I do have are, well, quite dark and intended to disturb.

JFries House of Hours

The collage โ€œHouse of Hoursโ€ brings us into an Escheresque hall populated by shadows where time and faces float away from us and inner space dissolves into outer space.

JFries Doll's House interior

My mini picture book โ€œThe Dollโ€™s Houseโ€ is a gothic melodrama of undefined family conflict which ends with an invasion by an overwhelming natural force. Oops, heheh, that one might be a little too on point at the moment.

These works are meaningful to me, but they donโ€™t reflect my relationship with my real home at all. Naturally reclusive, I love being at home, and I love this home in particular. Iโ€™ve been in it for twenty years on purpose. We have our issues. It reveals maybe more of what I wish wasnโ€™t true about myself (lazy slob me) and not enough of what I believe is true about myself (creative, organized, professional me who has great taste). It has too few electrical outlets and you canโ€™t put a nail in the walls, but itโ€™s warm and comfortable, the light is fantastic, and the vibes are happy.

And yet, I tell dark, disturbing stories about home. Why the disconnect? What am I trying to uncover, what do I want people to confront when I work with the concept of โ€œhomeโ€? Privacy. Secrets. Personal history. Relationships and solitude. Memories. So much of my work focuses on the world outside, on distant landscapes and tall city buildings, but there are stories to be found indoors as well, in those inner spaces where we sleep and dream.

So Iโ€™m starting a new project to get my thinking on this a little less vague. Because of the pandemic, I canโ€™t access the printing services I normally use for collages, so it will be a photography-focused online series. Should be amusing since I just have just a doddering old point-and-click Canon, no studio lights, and only the picture-editing program that came with my Macโ€™s antique operating system. But these are trying times and needs must, so I shall MacGyver something.

I played around a few years ago with photographing miniatures. Iโ€™ll start with that experiment and see where it takes me. I canโ€™t guarantee we wonโ€™t end up back at dark and disturbing. But since Iโ€™m staying home, Iโ€™m free to explore. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Please enjoy some small domestic scenes and views from the outside looking in.


Out of the Studio – Mystic River Walk

JFries Mystic River border 1.11.2020

This week’s post takes us out of the studio for an impromptu hike along the Mystic River. It was 70 degrees F in Massachusetts yesterday – not entirely reassuring re climate change – and I took advantage of it to stroll the river walk from Assembly Row to the Blessing of the Bay Boathouse here in Somerville to refresh my lungs and my spirit and refill my creative reserves .

It was a red-letter day for water fowl. I saw hundreds of herring and black-backed gulls, at least 80 by my count mute swans, the same or more of Canada geese, and the flocks of bufflehead and mallard ducks, and red-breasted mergansers. The real stars of the day were the swans, who were everywhere one looked. These are the inspirations for my Mystic River Project, of which the Estuary Birds are part.

Please enjoy these shots from my 2.5-hour walk.

Nature in the City: Leaf Specimens, Geese, Ducks, Sunset

JFries Tobin and boat banner 12.19

Hello, all! This weekโ€™s – (checks calendar) – er, I mean this fortnightโ€™s artwork comes from my walks under the urban canopy of Somerville, Massachusetts. I made these specimen collages from just a few of the many tree leaves that have found their way amongst the pages of my books. I have a deep fondness for leaves as objects – their colors, textures, intricate inner structures, varied shapes. So I present them just as they are in a vaguely scientific context, for contemplation and exploration.

I am also working on 2020 updates for the website, and wouldnโ€™t you know it, this month, every government in the world decides to announce new laws affecting online content to be implemented as of next month. So now I get to learn more things. Life is chaos. I believe some physicists say that, donโ€™t they? If not, they should because it is. In any event, be on the lookout for a working contact function (finally!), new pages and reorganized categories, and yes, itโ€™s really happening, a way to buy stuff. I know, right? Miraculous.

Bird-Nerd Update: A recent walk along the Mystic estuary was highlighted by some rather nice afternoon lighting and bird sightings. Between bad weather and ill health, Iโ€™ve fallen behind on my birding, but last week, I got buzzed by a small flock of Canada geese as they swooped in to graze the ball field – always a little thrill – and I observed some Bufflehead ducks bobbing and diving in the river, one male and two females. Unfortunately, the light by then was fading, and Buffleheads are quite small. This blurry shot of one of the females is the best I could do, but she can be known by the distinctive white strip on her cheek, and the white spot on her wing. The male, by comparison, is a striking black and white with iridescence on his head, but he was too far from the dock for me to get a good shot of him as the sun set. Buffleheads winter in Massachusetts. I hope these stick around so I can get better pics and add them to the Estuary Birds series.

Leaf Specimens



Female Bufflehead in shadow

JFries female bufflehead 12.19


Canada geese grazing

JFries canada geese 12.19


Tobin bridge, tug boat, and the Pier 4 barge

JFries Tobin and boat 12.19


An ironic view of the Everett side in really gorgeous light

JFries powerplant and casino 12.19

October is masks, bats, and butterflies

We at the home attached to the studio have been sick as dogs since the middle of September, which is why I fell off the planet for a few weeks. But we are on the mend at last, and Iโ€™m racing to complete as many of my October projects as I can in these last few days of the month while still having fun.

First thing done: A zine titled โ€œMasquerade.โ€ Itโ€™s a little book of collages on the theme of disguise and falseness, social status and self-deception. It was inspired by Halloween, but of course, I took it in a weird, cynical, critical direction because thatโ€™s what I do. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Soon, Iโ€™ll post information about hand-bound facsimile prints of this book, so please keep an eye out for that. Send a message via the Contact form or this siteโ€™s new Facebook page if youโ€™d like to be notified when it is available.

I also attempted my first-ever video of a flip-through of the zine. Yes, itโ€™s true, I have never tried to video anything before. I donโ€™t know why. The video came out well, but the audio has an annoying buzz. Quick research suggests itโ€™s probably something called a โ€œground loop,โ€ having to do with the power adapter. Iโ€™ll have to solve that somehow without buying new equipment, such as a microphone like everyone else in the world uses.

Next, Iโ€™m cranking through to try to finish a wearable art object. It has bats on it! I donโ€™t usually do wearable stuff, but sometimes you just have put on a bat. We love bats. This is Bat Week, though my wearable thing will be finished late because I didnโ€™t know until this morning that this is Bat Week, and itโ€™s already Friday.

I might not have time to finish the magic and reality essay book, but Iโ€™ll give it the old college try. Same with a zine about ghosts and an October-themed journal Iโ€™d very much like to make just for love. And I’ve been marbling and aging paper like a mad thing. All of this was supposed to be done over four weeks, but due to the aforementioned sick-as-a-dog-ness, Iโ€™ve had about one week of actual work so far.

In other areas of life, I have resurrected my vintage Olympia manual typewriter. Poor old girl needs a spa day, but I am so happy to be able to clack away noisily with her again. Most of the text in the โ€œMasqueradeโ€ zine was made with her, and I can now print my fifty-word stories the way I want them to look.

The gardening season is winding down, but the raspberries arenโ€™t quite done, and the sunflowers, zinnias and marigolds are nowhere near done. Bees and butterflies are still visiting so I wonโ€™t be clearing out anything for a bit yet.

Oh, and as mentioned above, I created a Facebook page for this site. Yes, it is the Evil Empire, and I have a dysfunctional relationship with social media, ranging from none to hostile. But needs must, and this is the 21st century, and if you canโ€™t beat them, join them, and you canโ€™t sabotage – um, I mean win – the game if you donโ€™t play, so I have a page. If you Facebook, please join, follow, like, whatever it is people do, and drop me a message or a comment, ask a question, whatever you wish. I check the page just about every day, and will gladly respond in a reasonable time frame – health, work, and fate permitting. Click the button below to visit.


A sneak peak at Masquerade


Marbled papers and collected leaves


Bats have little hands with long fingers.


Monarch on marigold


Painted Lady on dandelion


Olympia!

Current Projects on My Desk; Autumn Beauty in My Garden

Work continues on selected projects, including some treats for Halloween, as well as coordinating the illustrated essay on magic, using a writing tool Iโ€™ll talk about more in a future post.

But the grand theme of the start of autumn has been the garden. Ten-foot sunflowers (brown Autumn Beauty and light yellow-dark brown Lemon Queen), pink cosmos, and 60โ€™s-mod zinnias are off the hook, and the bees and butterflies are feasting to their heartsโ€™ content. Iโ€™ve been basking in the glory of these final days of growing and getting ready to dive into the darkness of winter.

current projects 9.30.19
sunflowers sept. 19
monarch on zinnia sept. 19
bee on cosmos sept. 19

Organizing the studio; books and birds

Hi, all. Iโ€™m a bit late with this post, sorry. I spent the past two weeks reorganizing my studio – not quite done yet, but much better than it had been. Finally able to get back onto my work tables, I have jumpstarted the dollhouse and begun work on a future workshop on non-adhesive bookbinding. Iโ€™m also running behind on my 50/Week story challenge, but I did write a nifty little period piece about a mad monk. I need to do two more before Saturday to be back on my weekly schedule for that.

It hasnโ€™t been all dust and heavy lifting, though. I spent several days photo-hunting loons and other birds on the Mystic estuary and watching wildlife from my kitchen window.

JFries - My writing desk, 2.13.19
JFries – My writing desk, 2.13.19
JFries - Book models in progress, 2.13.19
JFries – Book models in progress, 2.13.19
JFries - The dry media table, with distraction, 2.13.19
JFries – The dry media table, with distraction, 2.13.19
JFries - dollhouse gables, 2.13.19
JFries – dollhouse gables, 2.13.19
JFries - Loon, Charlestown, 2.11.19
JFries – Loon, Charlestown, 2.11.19
JFries - Canada goose, Charlestown, 2.11.19
JFries – Canada goose, Charlestown, 2.11.19
JFries, Rock, Charlestown, 2.11.19
JFries, Rock, Charlestown, 2.11.19