Thursday, October 27, 2016

cotyledon vivify couch

'Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself.  Stop it and just DO.'  Sol LeWitt to Eva Hesse

nothing like a wee nap with one's favorite guy

Off to Stitching' and Bitchin' today to see  who else has floated into town!  Always a good thing to see the people coming back but it unfortunately also brings bad traffic and restaurant waits unless you go early or late.  When you go late, say 8:00, everyone has left and you run the risk of the bartender saying you don't have to go home but you gotta get outta here...  Yup, end of October this place really fills up quickly.  A Good and a Bad thing.

Next I go to the studio to wrestle Side 2 of the Addendum quilt.  
If I don't get distracted by other shiny objects it wouldn't take too long to do, BUT meet my shiny objects:

the rustic extreme beginning of another dropcloth painting on an old canvas carry-bag.  This puppy won't get attention until the show is packed and off to it's resting place but I need to have something festering in my mind until then.

3 books in progress.  Don't judge my working methods, please.

The BEFORE shelf of white and tan fabrics along with the AFTER---
The thing is that it takes a long time to refold each one.  Obviously the stacking has to change so I can pull out a piece now and then but I haven't figured it out yet-  they need to go vertical so I guess I need a couple more flat shelves so I can do that.  I guess I don't need so many whites anyway.  



In 2011, Brazilian artist Tatiana Blass pierced the walls of a Sao Paulo chapel with large masses of red yarn, letting the bright material trail into the surrounding grasses, landscape, and trees. The installation, titled Penelope, was named after Odysseus’s wife in Homer’s Odyssey, a character who kept herself away from suitors while he was at war by weaving a burial shroud by day, and secretly taking pieces of it apart at night.  Inside the chapel the work continued with a 45-foot-long carpet leading to a loom into which it was stuck. Immaculate on one side of the loom and in pieces on the other, strings of the dismantled rug traveled outside of the chapel through preexisting holes that made their way into the yard. The piece, just like the epic poem, leaves us to wonder whether the work is in a state of construction or unraveling, if the carpet is being built, or slowly torn apart.

Gotta get finished packing, boarding pass in hand-  Later, Gator!

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

orthography fovea orthonormal

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
Amy Lowell


Well now, in the TMI department I broke out in a itchy mean rash all over my back and part of my front the other night.  So when Benadryl didn't help, I actually called the doc since I have never been allergic to anything.  He sent me a pack of some steroid I don't remember and I've been taking handfuls of pills and it seems to be clearing up.  I went in to see him today and he said, "Yup, drug rash."  Well, yup, I don't take any drugs...except some probiotics which somebody told me were great.  Well, they were for 3 weeks until they weren't.  I had already decided that since the other day was quite cool, only in low 70's and windy that I would wear a sweater for the first time in 2 years-  a cozy wool and cashmere fabulous one I've had on the shelf for a long time, but still had tags.  It was so cozy, made me want to move back north!  Tried to make a deal with the doc to keep my beloved 'drugs' and to throw away the cashmere but nope,  I have to do the opposite.
This is a reasonable facsimile of me, pretty, huh?

So now I have a new something to take the place of the probiotics and more serious to stick in my suitcase 'just in case' for my trip.

Thanks Pablo, I needed that.
Today I had a pretty much itch free day at the studio working on the binding for the Addendum quilt.  I finished one side and will do the second side tomorrow because it's all curves and turning things under on the back- involved and fiddly.  I have to get it all backed and bound before I see if it needs any additional fortifications-  I have a feeling that areas will flop forward without some artificial means of support...  But I can't tell until I pin it back on the board.  Why in hell did I stop making square quilts?

I have 11 pieces ready, or almost ready, to go out the door, but I only need 10-  2 are taken up by the Autobiography and the Addendum but I will have to pare down one that doesn't 'go' with the others.  

All this activity leaves my walls bare:

In Other Good News, I mailed out the bag of 30's tablecloths last night.  I could barely carry it into UPS, but I got it out and emailed the gal who bought it and fingers are crossed that she likes it all.  Supposed to get there today or tomorrow. 

I've got yardage of a couple of pieces, curtains of others, and quite a few pillows cases for your porch.  Some are new, some are pretty faded and shabby, maybe passed the chic part a decade ago but I still live a multitude of patterns all together, especially for a tropical look.  If you ae at all interested I have pictures and will measure yardages.


The traditional Japanese mending technique called kintsugi, where a broken ceramic object is repaired with gold, silver or platinum, to accentuate the damage and ‘honor’ its history.  So beautiful, I'm sorry I threw away all those shattered dishes!

Saturday, October 22, 2016

scrimmage vitiate script

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n 
puttin' it  back.

My old friend Teddy sent me this SPECTACULAR ring today-  or the picture of it.  A three piecer, tail, body and acorn.  How cool is that?  So, who's going to buy it for me just for the hell of it?  Hmm.  That's kind of what i thought.

Another whole day in the studio trying to make up for time lost these past two weeks.  I did manage to get a few things done-  I got the photo scanner working with no trouble at all, simply had to start over installing it after it's brush with death over the summer.  And the big news is after two days of searching I found the one missing slide driving me crazy.  Yesterday I looked through all my slide books and envelopes in the studio, last night I scoured drawers where slides have been known to lurk, and this morning, after a questionable dream, I found a tray of old family slides and there it was in a box of baby pictures.  I don't even know who the babies were-  could be me or my brother, perhaps cousins, maybe my own kids.  I was in too much of a frenzy to project them.  I'm saving that job for what I'm put on bedrest.

So, phew.  Here is is.  This is a toile that I made into a quilt block of our quilt group-  that's me at the top right pointing, Sylvia below me wearing a big hat, and Carol below here with the straight brown hair.  On the left bottom is Jusy with no shoes because she always takes them off in our meetings.  Above her stands Barb and lastly Linda with the short black hair.  We are all standing around commenting on our quilts and being kind, not snarky.  This group is always honest and the suggestions on the sticky points are right on target.  I miss them so much, hard to depend on just instinct after 35 years of them 'suggesting' when to abandon something, or when to use the back of something, or to just take a rest.

So today I took a bit of a rest and removed the polka dots as they are way too distracting on this small piece:
This is actually a quilt about menopause, only one of the blocks about what was going on with me 22 years ago.  I finished it and put it in a guild show and it was sold that day to a Japanese MAN who actually paid me in yen.  In Boston.  What does one do with yen in Boston?  But the quilt disappeared from my life to go live in Kyoto and I never saw it again.  This was one of my quilt regrets- would have liked a week or two living with it, but I am yen-greedy. 
Then this afternoon I started working on the big Autobiography wall piece, still making circles and sewing layer upon layer.  My fingers gave out and I came home to finish off my 'Sunday sauce' which I've been making in stages for days now.  The brachiole were made along with the meatballs last weekend, then frozen.  The sausage browned the other day and hidden from the guy who stands in front of the refrigerator poking around declaring there is nothing to eat, and then finally today the actual sauce.  The smell is driving me wild.  C'mon over!  And bring me some bread.

The other thing I need to tell you is do you remember a giant agave plant that sent up a big shoot in the center that grew to 20' covered with tiny yellow flowers? 
This agave was a monsterii octoppusii os something comparable and we loved its' twisty arms.
And bees.  It blossomed in bands going up the stalk and then POOF, the plant died.  So, four years ago I bought a bunch of flats of small succulents to plant in the cigar boxes for Nate's wedding down in Key West, and when I got home I stuck a few leftovers into the ground.  One of them, another tiny agave, kept getting bigger and bigger and I finally stuck it in a pot and moved it over to the new house.  Guess what appeared this weekend:

So, here we go again!  This version doesn't have the thick twisty arms and I am hoping maybe it won't die after this exercise, but meanwhile I get to check it everyday for it's progress report.  Drat.  The spines on this thing are 2" long at the end of each leaf, and the edges look like a saw-  you can't get near it.

I need a diversion of an ART PART, you probably do too.

Artist Bunnie Reiss enjoys transforming the old into new, and has spent her life as a collector of weathered objects with rich stories. Reiss’s ongoing project turns her collection of old leather gloves into bright works of art, utilizing symmetry and cosmic imagery to connect both the past and present. The gloves are not obvious references to animal faces, but subtle gestures that reference eyes, ears, and noses within their design.

It is absolutely gorgeous here finally-  temperatures are low, the hot tub is bubbling, and all the windows and doors are open to the breezes.  It makes up for the hurricane scare last week.  Almost.  But it IS the reason we came here and it sure is nice again.  Have a happy weekend.  I'm hitting the Farmers Mkt tomorrow morning.  Just because I can get a fresh pastry and a Cuban coffee and walk around in the sun.  I am a lucky duck.

Friday, October 21, 2016

vital scrim vitamin

“Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them,” Albert Camus

salsa and chips?   Squirrel bathtub?  nut bowl?  spittoon?  I dunno know either.

Sorry I have been among the missing but I've been put out on Special Assignment this week.  We had company here since Monday (or was it Tuesday?) and I haven't been able to get to the computer except for today after they left.  We had a good time-  they haven't been here since we first moved down and that was 20+ years ago.  It's been so long in fact that they didn't remember what it used to be like here-  well, basically it was a dairy farm with lots of open space and now it's all built up with fancy homes and trees as big as New England.  We went out to what has always been a favorite restaurant and it wasn't any longer.  Boo hoo.  I still have a box of uneaten sushi lying around, time to deep six it.  Basically they wanted to lie around the pool so that was good.

Nobody would ever believe this blog is about sewing, would they?

Today I was finally able to get to dealing with the show coming up at the NEQM this January.  I have been lax at getting my images in, basically because they are in awful condition, I haven't been keeping with removing dups or dumping fuzzy images and it is now so bad I can't handle the scope of the job.  Not to mention my record keeping since I let so many shows go, has been less that terrible.  But today I sat here and did not leave this chair from 9 AM when the guests left to 9 PM, a half hour ago.  Well, I am STILL sitting here so I guess I need to revise my woes.  Around about 6:30 I started sed=ding off the files they need and bounce bounce bounce-  they all stayed in my email and didn't go anywhere.  Finally I figured out that the files were too big, so I redid them all and sent again and I THINK they made it this time.  Geesh, what a waste of time.

I did have good news a few days ago-  my new best friend out in Utah decided to grab my 30's tablecloths so I also got those ready to send off and will do so tomorrow at UPS.  You all know I have a POLICY, don't you? Whenever I get some unexpected money I reinvest it in a piece of art for myself.  If it's a big piece of money I buy a big thing.  If it's a small sum I buy what it will cover minus any expenses.  And I found what to buy-  There is a gal in CA who makes series of ceramic beer cans that for all the world look dented and rusty.  Go look at LizCrain's work when you have a minute.  She makes up the names of the products and paints them up in old-timer colors. She sent me an email the other day that she is phasing out these faux tin cans and doesn't know what she might turn to, so I took that as a sign that I had to grab a few.  They are up on my window sill and I love love love their silly selves. 
 I may go back and grab another two as a Christmas present for the Boyz  i the family-  they need some rusty beer cans, don't they?

So, that and making meals has been about it for me this week.  I do, however have an ART PART.  You thought I'd forget?

Chilean textile artist Serena Garcia Dalla Venezia creates thoughtfully composed arrangements of hand-sewn fabric balls, producing texture and depth by grouping together dozens of differently sized and shaped spheres. Appearing almost like organic growths, her works seem to be transforming before your eyes, which makes sense when you consider her fascination with accumulation and chaos. You can see more of Venezia’s smaller works and large-scale installations on her website

If you are subscribed to HYPERALLERGIC, today there is a Very Interesting story about the CIA's hidden-in-plain-site secret art collection, with intrigue and a bit of skull-drudgery too.  Go read it-  link should take you there, but subscribe and I won't have to keep driving you over there!.