Monday, January 26, 2015

cliquer etail cottony

“We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” 

TY got out of Boston this morning, just in time to miss the huge storm blowing in, described as 'epic' and 'historical' by the newscaster I watched in Boston last night.  Too bad TY won't get bragging rights to the story but we still hold on the the Blizzard of '78 as our own.  I hope my kids don't have a similar story to talk about for almost 40 years!  He is on route now and I'm making a big pot of soup to feed him tonight, just like we are IN the storm.  Instead we have a doggie running session out on the golf course, a secret dog park where all the dog parents meet and watch for each others dogs to poop so they can 'correct' them.  A mean bunch out there with their wine and cheese served from the back of a golf cart!  Pepper runs like a wildebeest for about 5 minutes and then collapses in a heap exhausted.  Molly is a bit standoffish but is very curious about the other dogs and tries very hard to play-  something she doesn't have a clue how to do.  Within a few more minutes, Pepper decides to go home and the only way he knows is right down the center of the road-  and that would be ME frantically chasing after him.  As he gets more familiar with where he is he picks up speed and makes it home way ahead of me, so far not squashed by oncoming traffic.  A mind of his own, and he likes to be home!  

Anyway, long dog story to say we will eat soup tonight.

Another house showing yesterday.  I got the dogs out ahead of time and headed to the studio where I got a few hours of work in.  Unfortunately when I got home the people were still here poking through my underwear drawers (in my imagination), and I watched them leave from a vantage pint down the street.  They left the house and immediately got in their card=s and were off.  I figured they didn't like it because when most people see a house they like they step back in the driveway and point and chat with each other over one feature or another.  Didn't happen.  I got in the courtyard and discovered I hadn't dumped TY's cigar ashtray and big butt.  People don't LIKE to know anybody smoked a cigar on this street, let alone so close to inside the house! OOPS.  Inside I had put both dog bowls in the sink to wash and stash in the dryer, but forgot in my frenzy to hit the studio.  They were still there, full of water and loose crud.  OOPS again.  

The feedback was that they loved the place, everything about it, 
even the cigar on the patio...  
Show me the money.  

This is what happens when two friends go off together without telling me-  they send me a picture of themselves waving and going any nah nah nah-nah.  So I get even by posting them here.  Kind of looks like they are mimes trying to get out of that invisible box, doesn't it?

Speaking of Mimes, and skills people should forget permanently, when is the last time you were faces with QUILLING?

These astonishing renderings of symmetrically designed carpets are the beginning of a new paper sculpture series by artist Lisa Nilsson who arranges quilled strips of hand-cut mulberry paper at remarkably small scale.

 OK, nice Quilling, eh?  But how about working with something a bit more rigid, like, say... plywood!   Bet you'd have to really hunt out artists whose material of choice is this:

Using the precise cutting head of a CNC machine, artist Michael Anderson carves incredibly beautiful geometric patterns and textures into pieces of plywood. Each pass of the machine reveals the layers of Anderson’s source material, adding contour lines that emphasize the ups and downs of each design.
“I’m interested in using this technology to express art through form, texture and spatial experience,” Anderson says.
His work is a mesmerizing combination of old-school materials and modern technology. To create each carved panel, he uses programed algorithms to direct paths for the machines head, then he cleans up any rough edges with a bit of sanding.

I've got to go, so I'll end this here with a final finale of taxidermy at it's most creative:
(I hope you forgive me the chipmunk, but it's such a special piece...)

Saturday, January 24, 2015

bevel eavesdropping catawba

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” 

HORRORS!  You might begin to question the logic of your thinking if something significant happens now that isn't part of your well-constructed master plan. Narrowing your focus and finishing up old business accomplishes a lot more than chasing dreams. Leave your long-term goals for another day; keep bringing your attention back to the practical realities of the present moment where the rubber meets the road.  
OK, I will focus.  Things are all over the map lately, feeling like I ADHD and my mind is always on to the next thing!  

Already I have solved the lanai door issue AND the garage carriage light issue-  the term 'whatevah' seems to work when it's a brain cluttering question of no perceived importance!  So that's what I left the construction manager with as I zoomed off to the studio.

Some unknown people having fun without me.  Dammit.

SOOO, today I will get the second quilt ready to mail to the Textile Museum show, though I don't have their calendar of important dates yet.  It needs an additional sleeve or perhaps just a stick to keep one of the round parts from flappin'.  I am thinking I can fix it easily, perhaps with just a velcro stick to hold it a bit more rigid.  I'll have to sew on an extra yoyo barnacle here and there to hide it, no big deal.  I already have 2 'D' rings on the back that work just fine for my hanging purposes but doubt they want to bang 2 extra nails into their walls for me.

I also got the new sweater jacket made from the green silk stripped yarn blocked.  I have a feeling it will be DAYS before it dries, it's so thick in places.  I must remember to go tomorrow and turn it over and place it on a dry towel on the rack so more air can reach it's deep places.

Second order of business, while I sit here sewing and watching 'Breaking Bad', will be to pull some yarns out for a tee shirt pattern I KNOW is around here some where.  I'll hunt it down during a drug bust or brutal murder.  Meanwhile I'll work on checking I have enough yarns to start work on the next home-based project-  I can't stand not having something in the works for evenings.  Later, yes, I got the sweater underway last night.  Stared casting on and four hours later I was trying to unclamp myself because I hadn't moved other than those busy fingers.  I think they made knitting movements in my sleep.

Today, in celebration of my acceptance, I've got a couple of lace covered objects, mostly upcycled or recycled but some are intentional.  Bless their hearts.
lace piano

lace covered boots tutorial

lace and leather bags

lace and light taxidermy

is this or is this not a real granny chair?

black lace, sexy pumpkin

doily lamp shades

crocheted rocks, you never know when you'll need one.

bellbottoms worn over green underpants

pretty lace bottle pants

lace and whatever covered chairs

Mason jar covers

and a particular edge embellishment that pretty much makes this doily.

And another gift from the universe-  a watercolor squirrel and bra.  i wonder what that story might be

Thursday, January 22, 2015

adhesive companion poison

“Creativity takes courage. ” 

Busy day here-  I got to the Plumbing showroom and cancelled a bunch of expensive stuff, yet ended up withy a bunch of things I like better, or at least enough!  Saved pile of money and kept things in check so that worked out really well.  And there I was in West Palm a few blocks from the annual Fine Arts Fair, with two free possession my pocket!  So I went.  Unfortunately I got there a bit too early and rather than take a nap on a bench like a homeless person, I went across the street to City Place.  There I poked around the shoppes until the fair opened so back I went and enjoyed looking at the art.  A few of the things were being recycled as I had seem them before.  And there were a few things I really liked, but I didn't want to buy anything as I had just whined my way OUT of spending money.  I'll buy some art when I SELL some art-  my usual policy.

And walking through the place I was DUMBSTRUCK to see this:
On the left, the pink one, is an artist's work on convex acrylic with a leaf design background and crows surrounding the figure.  On the right is 'Eight is for Grief', a quilt of mine from 1990, nude figure surrounded by 8 crows.  His lights up with a bulb behind the sheet of acrylic, mine lights up with the gold fabrics and symbols   Geesh, in the photo they aren't so close, but in person they are the same thing?!  Who do I sue?    

I didn't get home until after three, but I still have another free ticket to use so I may go back to walk the aisles in a different direction to see what I missed.

It’s no secret that Melbourne-based artist Phil Ferguson is fond of food. After all, giant slices of crocheted pizza, cracked eggs, bacon, hot dogs, and much more are strapped onto the top or side of his head. They take the form of decorative hats and costumes that frame the wearer’s face, and their larger-than-life scale makes them a delight. 

wee crocheted squirrel with a teased tail

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

bonfire teacup wishful

We're starting out BIG today because it's officially
so natch, I am in a celebratory mode

"When you don't know where to start, just go to a place you miss so much." (Toba Beta)

Yahoo, the 'Dead Ladies Doilies' quilt got accepted into the Southern show I had entered and, to add a special dollop of good news, they asked for another piece of mine too.  Always glad to oblige! So I have to do a bit of jiggering to get it to lie flat without special hanging directions but they are off to the show as a duo!  The second quilt is a 'southern' quilt because the photo imagery was from a construction site on my street.  I always liked it but never entered it anywhere-  it's maiden voyage is luckily the Textile Museum.  Waiting was worth it.  

Off in the early AM to reassess the plumbing stuff I ordered because it's way out of the allotment, sigh.  back to ordinary toilets but I won't give up my fancy powder room sink...  I am getting a bit tired of this, hope this is the end of the 'Let's Make a Deal' part of building.  Then to reward myself after driving all the way down there I'll stop at the Convention Center to drool through Art Palm Beach.  

An empty shop has been turned into an art installation featuring crocheted animals designed to mimic taxidermy.It is the work of artist Shauna Richardson, who created the world's largest single-handed crochet sculpture as part of the 2012 Cultural Olympiad.
People can view the "crochetdermy" through the window of 33 Cank Street in Leicester city centre.  Richardson, who lives in Leicester, said she wanted to bring her art "out of the gallery".

Prominently displayed at the entrance of Women and Their Work is Elaine

Bradford’s name and the exhibition title, Freaks of Nurture. The words

sit atop a turquoise wall covered with gray and baby-blue stripes. They
entice us like the call of a sideshow carney to come and see the
strange wonders we are about to behold.

no animals were hurt very much in this production

And finally, for Squirrel Appreciation Day, a wedding cake!  
Good for other special squirrley occasions besides weddings too.