Thursday, May 26, 2016

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'If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging. '  Will Rogers

Squirrel Crochet, found on easy.

I'm gonna stick this in here because it's come at a time I need i most.  I have been adamant that I simply cannot vote for either side in this coming election-  I don't like either platform, can't stand the rhetoric and fighting and lack of diplomacy and am willing to forego having to choose.  But WHAMMO, my knights have ridden out of the mist and headed for Orlando (so close yet so far away!) and are exactly what I am looking for in candidates.  I always suspected I was a Blue Dog Democrat or perhaps a Libertarian and sure enough I am now stepping officially into the Libertarian corner standing firmly with Johnson and Weld.  Thanks god I got my IND registration in on time!  May they get their platform out and loud, I know there are others like me...hopefully enough to make a difference.  There I said it.  Geesh, next I'll be talkin' religion~ don't get me started!!

News from the Ganymede:  In the cutting-up-quits department, I am stellar!  Who knew it was so addictive?  I've lost count how many I've cut up but my stack of center circles (that I cut from the centers to thread on the song tube) is now

OVER 10"!  Each 'pancake' is one layer of quilt.  I am thinking of making a key out of these center cuts (see, I still can't throw anything actually OUT!) so folks looking at the giant pile of cut up quilts can see what the original looked like.  Depends on how much time I have after I get my FOURTH MOVE within a year finished up and get back into the studio.  Like I'll have any energy at all after that.  Anyway, thought you'd like to see the progress.

 In Cloth Lullaby: The Woven Life of Louise Bourgeois (public library) — one of four marvelous children’s books about the life of ideas I recently reviewed for The New York Times and a crowning curio among the loveliest picture-books celebrating cultural icons — writer Amy Novesky and illustrator Isabelle Arsenault trace the thread of Bourgeois’s creative development from the formative years of her unusual childhood to the pinnacle of her success as an artist.


French artist Edouard Martinet assembles faithful interpretations of birds, crustaceans, insects, and other creatures with countless objects from discarded bicycles, cars, and household objects. A bicycle pump forms the abdomen of a dragonfly, windshield wipers serve as the legs of a fly, or the metal logos of a bicycle manufacturer are layered to create the dense scales of a fish. All the more incredible considering Martinet never welds or solders his pieces, but instead uses only screws or fasteners, selecting only the perfect components that “fit” each assemblage like a puzzle. 

Monday, May 23, 2016

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 'One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it's  such a nice change from being young.'   Will Rogers

From MB, celebrating National Fiddler's Day.

So, last week somebody was lounging by our pool and contemplating navels, but asked me if the tomatoes were ready to eat.  Huh?  What tomatoes, as in 'Yes, We Have No Tomatoes, No Tomatoes Today...'She called me over and~
Still I don't see tomatoes.  I get closer~

Well, l'll be damned, I DO have tomatoes.  (Picture taken right after I picked all the ripe ones.)

And I went right back and 'staked' them by winding the longer trailers around the lounge chair~

Lots more little bundles of green ones, some infant yellow ones, and many blossoms-  I will be kept in tomatoes the rest of the season.  This was apparently a volunteer that took root in one of my landscape plants-  see those little bundles of grass in first picture?)  Salad, anyone?

 Susan Jamison's "Drowning Dress" is a tribute to Virginia Woolf. It has "Fare Well" stitched around the collar, with the flimsy fabric of the skirt adorned all over with metal weights, alluding to her suicide. 

Ruth Rae's journal dress embroidered in red threaded writing (mixing poems with diary-style revelations and observations)

Louise Bourgeois' coat with "The Cold of Anxiety is Very Real" standing stark in black letters on its back, there's a rich history of women transforming clothing into a space for confession and brutal honesty. 

Lorina Bulwer endeavored to capture something of their unhappy existences in stitches through working on elaborate samplers: wide stretches of fabric embroidered with snippets of their life-stories.  Bulwer, by contrast, was a needle-worker who was incarcerated in the lunatic ward of Great Yarmouth Workhouse when she was 56. There she made several large-scale samplers that mixed family history with letters, protest, fantasy, and serious accusation. One part reads, "I HAVE WASTED TEN YEARS IN THIS DAMNATION HELL FIRE TRAMP DEN OF OLD WOMEN OLD HAGS". For both, under different circumstances, these samplers opened up a space for voicing and documenting their grim experiences—preserving the kinds of stories that the history books tend to forget.

Kate Daudy's Wedding Dress features a poem cascading down the back from the waist, bright against the white fabric. The final few lines spill out to the edge of the hem, reading, "a bunch of bleeding roses."

For as long as women have been sewing, they've been using embroidery to tell their own stories—often in societies that refuse to hear them otherwise.
Agnes Richter's jacket is, on first glance, not unlike something one might expect in a Gothic-inspired couture collection. With its rust-colored lace collar and cropped silhouette, and with dense writing stitched delicately across its rough surface, it has more than a hint of McQueen about it. The origin is startlingly different, however: dating back to the 1890s, it's the work of a German seamstress who had been consigned to an asylum. Although it's often falsely described as her straightjacket, it was actually cut and assembled from a hospital gown, tailored and then turned into an autobiography wrought on fabric. Many of the phrases are indecipherable, although a few have been translated.  

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Special Report Post, not part of the regular scheduled program!

Hit the six-inch mark today cutting up my quilts:  only 55 more inches to go telling my story!  Next post will be at one foot.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

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 ‘I will stop wearing black, when they invent a darker color’ 

Long necked Squirrel stuck in a crate and covered with flowers.  
From etsy-  it can be yours, he cannot escape or scratch your eyes out!
(But he certainly does make 'em bleed, eh?)

I am now fully invested in the Quilt Project-  I started the other day grabbing a quilt that was my brother's childhood quilt, completely in tatters and certainly in no shape to be hauled around the country- basically not even a cutter it since it's stuffings were poking out in so many blocks.  I sliced that thing up without even thinking about it.  Carrying memories that are SOMEONE ELSES is a waste of time and emotion so I had no problem doing it.  I got 6 big squares out of it plus the edges I was able to sew together (zigzag, dark gray thread, just to hold together a bit), cut the centers out,  and I threaded them onto the song tube.  It looks like it's gonna work!

I am thinking I need to DO something with the center circles I am cutting out too...  That plan is on the shelf for now- too much to think about.

I made an Executive Decision that I would be wasting my time tragically by trying to bind the raw edges and frankly like them open to see the batting or whatever might be inside.  This was an especially helpful decision when it comes to binding the inside circle~   Plus I am lazy.  Of course transporting this sucker anywhere will be difficult unless I accompany it and reassemble but we will face that bridge when we come to it. SO, there ya go, an in-process post FINALLY.

I am starting the fifth quilt today.  When I get a good pile going I am going to mix them up so the order will be random and people will be able to ruffle through the pile to moan about them being all cut up and what a shame and pity pity pity. Well, screw it, these things have been albatrosses since the 70's-  I got them at auctions, as gifts, and hand-me-downs, and of course even made a few hundred.  I am not cutting up ALL my quilts, only saving out a few of the best.  Can't figure out whether to call it 'Life's Work' or 'Autobiography' but am leaning to the latter.

Additional problem is I must figure out some sort of stable stand so it won't be tippy- though even falling over might be interesting to see!  TBD

I've been so busy lately that I haven't been mining the inter webs for cool stuff, so later I hope to replenish my files with a bit of surfing around and following leads from one site to another.  I am not as attracted to paining as more craft related pursuits, but I found this guy's work and forgot to get his name-  I took to google and found him immediately, and here he is, for our bloggie 
ART PART of the day:

Nope, these are NOT photographs, unbelievably as it is!
really want to touch these oil paintings. But I won’t. This is the stunning work of Swiss artist Conrad  Jon Godly. Majestic snowy mountains will always have a special place in my heart, and I absolutely love the way he’s captured them in paint… thick, dripping paint. Gorgeous.  Go see his other work on his site-  he does a similar thing with amazing rolling hills and fields.  Love this dripping impasto paint!

Well, OK, then.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

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"Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel."
                        ~John Quinton~

Wow, I didn't realize squirrels were pipe smokers!  I actually have never smoked a pipe, perhaps that's another thing I should take up now that my cells aren't dividing at the same rate.  

Stayed away from the studio today because I got a bright IDEA and have been mulling it and muddling it in my brain to imagine if it would work.  Still thinking.  I put it out my Boston crit group since it involves them, and one member was so concerned that she called me on the phone to talk me down!  I promised her I would draw it out to help explain.  It basically involves using 40 years worth of remaining quilts I have lying around.  Or not...  And yes, there will still be lots left for the rescue dog kennel beds.  I haven't made any official count but I estimate there are over 200 quilts flopping around the studio unloved.  I want to get them out into the light again for one more pony show-  the dog show part is already spoken for.

Today I have to change all my appointments to scheduled for the next couple of weeks to new dates when I get back.  I was so good to make them all-  eyes, teeth, other parts, mammogram, endocrinologist, blood work for the time that south Florida clears out, now I have to re-engineer them all.  Going today for pedicure because how can you move into a new house with messy toe polish?  

Way back when I was an art teacher in a middle school I did a drawing exercise with the kids to simply draw a telephone (this, like I said, was WAY back when everybody had a telephone in the house, now quaintly known as a landline!)  The exercise was to illustrate how we don't 'see' things in front of us every day and our mind makes up things we think we know all about.  They would start out scoffing at the idea until they tried to remember how the dial or buttons were arranged, where the receiver hookup was, how the cord was attached.  It generated much discussion and some quite odd pictures of phone-like objects.  We did this exercise a few times over the year with other items they handled every day.  Here's an interesting version of that along with the models as they would appear if made from the drawings.  Love this!

(no chain!)
(the chain that goes nowhere!)

(my favorite-  check the double chains and the textured tires!)
Back in 2009 Gianluca Gimini began pestering friends and random strangers with a pen and a sheet of paper asking that they immediately draw  a men’s bicycle, by heart. Soon he found out that when confronted with this odd request most people have a very hard time remembering exactly how a bike is made. Some did get close, some actually nailed it perfectly, but most ended up drawing something that was pretty  far off from a regular men’s bicycle.
Little did he know this is actually a test that psychologists use to demonstrate how our brain sometimes tricks us into thinking we know something even though we don’t.  Over the course of six years, Gianluca eventually collected nearly 400 drawings of these imagined bicycles, made by people ranging from age three to 88. Now, in a project he calls Velocipedia, he’s turned some of these wonky bike designs into realistic 3D renderings. Paired with the sketches themselves, the renderings become a unique illustration of the human imagination’s tendency to fill in the holes of our limited memories. The drawings are also a collection of strange impossible machines — most of these bikes, if built, would be unrideable.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

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"Politics are the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other."
 ~Oscar Ameringer~ 

I don't know where this little guy comes from but he sure is a pretty fur combination, sort of coyoteish-wolfish-bobcatish.  

I wish I knew what happens to my days here, they seem to evaporate with activity I don't even remember doing.  Had 8 more people to dinner Saturday night and it took most of Sunday to recover.  I've called a moratorium on dinner parties for awhile.  First of all so many people go north for the summers, second-  I need a break from hauling groceries and cooking for 3 days at a time.  So, no more until I am back from Boston when I may have a BBQ or something easy.  I do love to cook and set it all up...but it doesn't much jibe with my introvert personality so the actual guest thing is difficult.  I foisted off the inviting and scheduling on TY who has more patience than I do in that department, then I get busy for a week planning and sourcing and cleaning.  Exhausting.  I'm on sabbatical.

Also I have been doing preliminary plans on the new condo-  finding things I know I need and trying to remember what might be in that storage unit all this time.  I know I have way too much stuff there, and don't want any of it here so there will be a problem getting rid of things.  And I am starting to pack up stuff I need for a 2 week stay because I THINK I only left winter stuff up there...but I don't remember!  I am making a pile in the garage of things to ship up when I see IF I need them.  I am so anxious to get this over with-  this is the fourth move-out or move-in in just one year and I don't want to think about my piles of stuff ANY MORE!  I am channeling Kay with her ability to purge!  Wish she would come with me to help!

But there I go whining again.  Let
s talk about art, eh?  Found this the other day, and it's only of my favorite guys in a simply FAB jacket 'splainin' stuff to us-   
John Waters Explains Cy Twombly

(I am out the door looking for a plain beige jacket right this second)

Wonderbread Art

100 Wonderbreads of the World, an ongoing work by artist, educator, and activist Kyle Lane-McKinley“When my friends and I first got access to a laser cutter in 2010 or so, the idea of etching the image of Jesus into toast was one of the first things we joked around about,” said Lane-McKinley, via email. The project obviously references the tabloidesque revelation of visions of holy figures discovered in toast, water stains, or other everyday materials.
The joke centers on the ease with which, using this crazy machine, one can create this object which previously appeared as downright miraculous. We weren’t initially particularly concerned with whose likeness was etched on the toast, just that the image was iconic enough to be easily recognized — and, of course, in order for the joke to work, the person has to be dead. Now I’m much more interested in who is included, but not in the sense of who the person was in their lifetime, so much as how their image circulates as a commodity in their death.

And with that I am off to the studio, a good thing because the computer there isn't working well and I cannot surf around easily- and that will keep me from finding that linen blazer I am gonna paint!  Maybe.