Tuesday, May 23, 2017

relinquishes muddlers pave

"Art has to do with the arrest of attention in the midst of distraction." 
(Saul Bellow) 

Tresors Miniscules,  which must mean a squirrel taking a whipped cream bath.  I dunno.  Looks like he has his own atmospheric bubble too.

I finally got back to the studio for two full days.  i enlisted TY to carry my new printer over for me-  couldn't get the box into the Mini it's so big.  I can't set it up until I can hit the Apple store and get a new computer so the box sits in the middle of the floor.  I found out the emotional purchase Long Arm Quilting Machine won't be here until after I'm back from Boston so there will be all sorts of new learning curves going on-  lettuce prey they don't turn into learning KNOTS.  And we know they will.  Anyway, I am getting myself outfitted for my last quarter and I ain't gonna pay it any worry at all.  The Quilt Museum is taking FOUR of my quilts so that about cleans me out except got three pieces it seems are on an extended vacation-  been gone over 2 years for both of them and I checked schedules and both are adding new stops.  Keep hoping someone will actually buy something but it doesn't look like that will happen.

I was able to move some furniture around to see where the new machine might fit best-  I have a little sitting area and I think that will have to be dismantled to make room for all this stuff.  Mostly I just stack stuff on the chairs and hassock anyway.  I think I can move some shelves back farther into a corner but that will ned=cessitate taking everything off of them and stacking it somewhere while I move it, then restocking when it finds it's place-  a lot of work ahead of me and that isn't even counting finishing up these 2 pieces!  I can't make the deadline on the first piece and I am bummed out but thee is just too much going on these days to spend day in and day out away.  I tried to bring a piece home for handwork but the lighting here isn't working-  I thought the dining room table would be perfect-  chandelier, big picture window, and cans in the ceiling, but it doesn't hold a candle (get it?) to the daylight flourescents in the studio.  I LOVE them!  So I hauled the whole big fat quilt back and will do whatever I can.  Quilting is perhaps 1/4 done, too much to do in just 1 week.

As you all know about my rodent issues these last few months, Robbie My Ratcatcher showed up today-  it's been 4 weeks clear of Rodentia and he thinks it's a good idea to keep the outdoor traps baited to keep him out of the house for a return engagement.  Fine with me-  I am certainly enjoying not listening to find what drawer he's tearing apart!  May he be lying on a beach somewhere in Tahiti enjoying himself, while I have joined the following:
I do have something for the ARTY PART  to share with you today:

I LOVE this!!!

Artist Lorenzo Quinn  just finished the installation of a monumental sculpture for the 2017 Venice Biennale. Titled Support, the piece depicts a pair of gigantic hands rising from the water to support the sides of the Ca’ Sagredo Hotel, a visual statement of the impact of climate change and rising sea levels on the historic city. Quinn is known for his work with the human body—specifically hands—that he incorporates into everything from large-scale sculptures down to jewelry designs

Okey, I'm outta here, headed out to dinner and I deserve it-  I've been cooking all day for another dinner party this week.  I escaped a few this year so felt I was under the gun to do something before everybody is gone.  Tomorrow I intend to spend in the studio wearing my poor hands to nubs getting the 'wind' appliquéd down.  Wish me luck, send me jokes, call me and make funny noises-  I will need distractions!   

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

viz vocable vocabularian

A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines. (Frank Lloyd Wright)

Yes, this IS about squirrels!  Apparently a few early versions of Joy of Cooking contained directions on how to peel a squirrel-  these volumes re now worth thousands-  the about are taken from the illustrations.  You need a heavy boot.  I rest my case.

PROCRASTINATION, thy name is Sandy
Still folding, folding, folding-  today I finished up two more stacks of black prints and black and white prints.  I still have what will amount to another stack of blacks that I will tackle tomorrow instead of actually working on quilts.  Handwork, ya know, it boggles my mind any more

Here we have a glimpse of the sick dog sporting her IV port when she came home last night. The sign over her dish reads, "Beware, Strange Dog"  She ate a whole bowl of chicken and took her pills in the new pill pockets.  She slept all night, and the house was clean when she woke up.  All's right with the world.  I took her back to the vet early this morning for a spot check and it's all clear.  We removed her blue bandages and now, with her shaved leg she is a Poodle Pup.  Really, thanks for all the sympathy and cai=ring notes and phone calls-  I was wrong-  she apparently does have another mile or two in her and I'll take as good care of her as humanly possible for as long as she is OK with it.  I think she is hoping I slaughter the other dog but that won't happen either.

And finally in the parking area of the studio there's a car detailer that comes by every week or so to clean regular customers-  stuff all hooked up in the back of a truck and I noticed the outside door windows on my unit are filthy.  I asked hi if he would do the window and in a few high pressure squirts I suddenly had light coming through illuminating the whole place.  Why didn't I ask before???  I am so happy with the sun coming in! And these are tinted windows too!

ARTY PART-  shortened version after yesterday's glass houses!

Using found objects collected from within big-box stores, artist Carson Davis Brown creates color-specific installations for his photography series Mass. The works are organized conglomerations of basketballs, laundry baskets, wrapping paper, and other mass produced goods, each arranged by color within the stores they are found. After photographing the works they are left as is, experienced by passersby as a break from the monotony of the weekly grocery store run and eventually disassembled by the store’s staff.



I'd love to walk into Walmart and see this being arranged-  I'd even help!

Friday, May 12, 2017

oven silversmith ouzel

“being a painter means knowing how to paint, 
and when to stop.”   Picasso 

Yup, STOP!
My old friend Pablo has something there.

My face now looks like a I'm wearing a plastic dry cleaners bag that somebody has shrink wrapped and then let loose a herd of mice to chew me out.  Fortunately I can still breathe, but look worse every day, not better.

So to escape the chances of anybody seeing me, off to the studio I went.  I mostly messed around folding more fabric and throwing small pieces into a box to take to the class I'm teaching in July.  It helps to de-scrap much more frequently than I do.  But I am also finding lots of things I forgot I had stuffed into the shelves so that's good. BECAUSE...

I also started sewing down a few more strips to look like wind on the Hurricane Gates and just wasn't happy-  which is exactly why I've been so good at avoiding working on it.
See original strip on the left, just basted down.  The plan was to simply raw edge stitch but it looks like hell.  So I decided to cut new strips and make them into bias binding-  they nave to be bias to turn all the circles.  I thought because the whole quilt is raw edge, the wind should be too but nope.
So, I threw out all the strips I had cut, smack, right into the basket:

And this is where the folding=Good Thing because I found a whole new stack of B&W stripes in the jam packed stacks-
and cut up some double wides and was sewing the edges closed to make long strips most of the day-
So, now see how much better the bias folded over strip looks than the raw edge shredy one?
So I am pulling out the bad ones, double stitched on each side by machine-  ugh ugh, ugh but it's what I need to do to make it look better.  So, it's kind of a slap in my face for being too hasty and it means I won't make any deadlines I have ahead of me but at the very least I am happier with the whole project and maybe by tomorrow will stop beating myself up over it.  Maybe by Sunday?

So, I got a ton of thinking-work done, a bunch of preliminary work done, nd yippee, have started on the black fabric shelf.  So today I am having a celebratory 

actually a 3-parter!

 As part of this year’s DUMBO Arts Festival, sculptor Tom Fruin installed his famous plexiglass house, Kolonihavehus, in Brooklyn Bridge Park. The multi-colored house was lit from inside and temporarily inhabited by performance duo CoreAct who engaged in a collaborative physical performance that is described here by DUMBO:
The colorful glass house is inhabited by two performers, who portray everyday dilemmas and lifestyle paradoxes in a subtle manner. They have lost the ability to meaningfully discriminate, and are trapped in a long chain of procrastination, mirroring our current social patterns.
Tom Fruin Studio is pleased to present Watertower, a new sculptural artwork by Brooklyn artist Tom Fruin. For the US premiere of his internationally recognized Icon series, Fruin has created a monumental water tower sculpture in colorful salvaged plexiglas and steel. Watertower is mounted high upon a water tower platform becoming part of the DUMBO, Brooklyn skyline. This project is the fourth work in the plexiglas and steel patchwork Icon series which features scavenged, reclaimed, and recycled materials constructed into sculptural tributes to architectural icons around the world. The series began in Copenhagen with Kolonihavehus in 2010, and can be seen as a three-dimensional evolution of Fruin’s found drug-bag quilts and flags for which he is well known.

Designed and constructed by artist William Lamson, Solarium is a functional greenhouse with 162 windows made from carmelized sugar at the Storm King Art Center in Mountainville, New York. Via his artist statement:
Like a mountain chapel or Thoreau’s one-room cabin, Solarium references a tradition of isolated outposts designed for reflection. Each of the 162 panels is made of sugar cooked to different temperatures and then sealed between two panes of window glass. The space functions as both an experimental greenhouse, growing three species of miniature citrus trees, and a meditative environment. In warm months, a 5×8 ft panel on each side of the house opens up to allow viewers to enter and exit the house from all directions. In addition to creating a pavilion like environment, this design references the architecture of a plant leaf, where the stomata opens and closes to help regulate the plants temperature.


Stained glass artist and jeweler Neile Cooper had a vision for a sanctuary: a small cabin behind her home in Mohawk, New Jersey that would feature her glass designs on every available surface. The result is Glass Cabin, a structure built almost entirely from repurposed window frames and lumber that features dozens of panels of her stained glass work, depicting flowers, birds, butterflies, mushrooms and other scenes from nature. Cooper explores many of these same motifs in her popular jewelry designs. You can see more photos of Glass Cabin on Instagram.

There-  I'm done, waiting now to take the dogs out to pee so I get more time in the studio.  Pepper is too anxious in the car to take him anywhere-  he jumps down into the foot area where the gas pedal is-  He Who Must Be Restrained.  Fortunately I wasn't in traffic last time he tried that.  And today especially I must stay Police Free because if I have to have a mug shot taken I could be in big trouble when I try to run for office.  Maybe dog-catcher wouldn't be appropriate.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

sightseeing sightseer sigma

 “A discovery is an accident meeting a prepared mind.”

Today I am trapped at home waiting for the guy to come hook my dishwasher back into place.  Yup, I have been reduced to doing dishes by hand since New Years when I saw the first evidence of Mr. Rat's permanent residence under my stove.  Things go worse as he moved around to IN my stove and I spent two days cleaning it out.  The Rat Catchers foamed up every conceivable entrance but no bait would atract this guy who was taken to eating the cut ends of a rose I had dropped and the top of my butter left out. Then he moved upstairs where he became a wholesale shitter and we found a particularly big pile where he sat on the edge of the overhang watching us in the living room below.  No amount of traps or baits or Rat Catching Guys deterred him until for a week there was no evidence except a towel mangled on it's end near the floor.  He had moved in under the island, a closed feature.  So dishwasher came out, traps went in and I was schooled to listen for the loud snap that would squash his head and his scream.  It never happened, and we never saw any evidence again.  So we called and they came to grab empty traps and write off their Whiney Sandy calls to the office.  Last step is having the dishwasher moved back and hooked up.  YEAA. 

See?  No Rats.  But a new rug!

Yesterday I had a mess of pre-cancers removed from my face so today I am miserable applying Vaseline and trying not to touch my giant red tomato face.  I am forbidden from going outside for 48-72 hours so that's why I sit here waiting for the Dishwasher hookup. They promised me I would be beautiful beyond my expectations, and that a prince would bring me the mate to my single polka dot Toms shoe-  hmmm, maybe it's just a Tom shoe.  They wouldn't however guarantee me that I will look 35 again.  I asked about 50 and they clucked their tongues and murmured, "...well, ummm, maybe..."  I just looked at my old passport picture when I was about 50 and I wasn't any bargain then anyway.  So whatever I become with this hideous 'procedure' will have to be OK.

My new printer, of course, arrived last night and I can't take it to the studio until the sun won't reactive my face in a day or two so it's sitting here the size of a Volkswagen bug in my living room.  This is the one with large capacity ink cartridges so I am hoping that the print quality is as good as the three other printers I have gone through!  I also have a laser printer that isn't working any more but I've had 6 or so good years from it and it was a cheapie from Office Depot so I can dump that one with no regrets.  TY may have his issues but never has he stopped me from getting new equipment for my art.  If I had a way to get my old printer back to Boston I'd love to have one there but it's just not worth the shipping and we don't drive back and forth any more.  

Today, trapped at home and unable to go out in the sunlight (Vampire, perhaps?) I made a batch of dog cookies.  I found this stupid-simple 'recipe' on line and the dogs love them:
1 cup Whole Wheat flour
1 cup rolled oats
8 oz. baby food-  I go for 4 oz chicken and 4 oz squash

Oh wow-  here is the original recipe:
2 cups 100% organic whole wheat flour (or wheat germ, or spelt, or rolled oats, or a mixture of these, etc.) 2 (4oz) jars of pureed baby food - beef, blueberry, sweet potato, chicken - whatever. Just make sure there are no onions/onion powder in it*.Aug 9, 2013

I have trouble finding meaty baby food so sometimes I puree leftover chicken or use whatever is wet and gooey I can find.  They love pumpkin so that's a go-to, but anything dog friendly is good.  Today I used pumpkin and some frozen blueberries leftover from smoothie production.  It worked fine, just keep it a stiff dough.  I use a little 1/8 c measure to put them on a cookie sheet and bake 20 minutes at 350.  The balls are about an inch in diameter. Oh, since I have 2 dogs I split them each in two before baking-  I don't go all the way through so I can snap them apart as needed.  You'll thank me next time you buy a $15 box of dog cookies.

Not so subtle nudge to what I SHOULD be talking about.

But even when I do go to the studio I start ,messing around with a new idea here, an old idea there that didn't work before.  Yesterday I made a new cover for a husk pillow because the old one was dirty.  And I fixed a pair of TY's pants.  Not exactly tickling my sewing bone, but 2 pieces of crap off the list.  It is much nicer being there now that it's a bit cleaned up-  can't wait to get back there and do another few passes at quilting the Hurricane Gates quilt.  I am on deadline for both pieces to finish by June 1 so I can enter a show back in Boston, whichever one is finished I'll enter since they both fit the size requirement-  that is if I stop adding things to the Shoulda Said piece.  Quilting on that will be easier too as I am planning just straight lines.  Zip Zip Zip!

And oh yeah, I have started 3 different little books and every time I'm there I add a bit to whichever one is front and center.  I'd like to finish those up too and perhaps get back into some encaustic experiments.  I have to leave the door open for that and since my door faces south, it gets damn hot when it's open.  I should have brought that pile home, I could be working on it now, sigh...


 In these small oil paintings, Toronto-based artist Carly Waito depicts the most minute details of minerals and crystals as they sparkle and glimmer. Waito seems to have a profound understanding of how light affects an object and gives each work an amazing sense of depth and focus. From her artist statement:
As a painter, Waito has continued to pursue this inspiration, with a focus towards geology, geometry, light, and a sense of wonder and curiosity. These themes are uniquely encompassed by the tiny mineral specimens which have become her particular obsession. With each finely detailed painting, Waito focuses the eye on a specimen’s particular qualities, showing the beauty and magic that is present even in nature’s tiniest objects, if one looks closely enough and with a curious mind.
So pretty- I want the whole set!