Saturday, September 24, 2016

orphanage cos cosec

“What can be said about a man who is interested in nothing but his painting? But I can’t do anything else. I have only one interest.” (Claude Monet)

Gotta get back on the wagon

Hiya everybody-  don't be scared about me stuffing off the blog- won't happen any time soon with finality, after all I do have to reach 2500 pretty soon.  You might consider going back to March 2004 and starting all over again-  I know when I do that I don't remember ever writing any of it, and I actually lived it.

So believe it or not today I DID something art related.  I am taking a 2 day book workshop at my favorite Art Center down in West Palm.  I signed on because TY was supposed to be home by now and I thought the dogs would be covered for their ever more frequent trips outside.  Nope.  It was an 8 hour day and the only way it would work was if I drove back home at the halfway point, walked the critters and gave them cookies, then slammed the door and headed back to the class.  SO, I left here at 9 for the 10 o'clock class, left there at 12:30 to race back home for the Guys, bought some gas and headed back to class- I was gone until 2 and made it back to get at attaching my signatures with a cute little X pattern up the spine.  I need practice.  The whole morning was spent painting papers to be the background of each page.  I tend to be heavy handed with paint and it wasn't really dry enough to cut and sew but I did anyway.  We left them to dry and will pick up tomorrow morning with the goal of 3 books completed.  I brought one home to sew together tonight to catch yup the time lost with all that driving.

Next, a picture of my now-defunct kitchen
Note the size of those cupboards, each shelf is about 9" high, nothing fits, yucky granite swimming in brown.  Gotta go.  But we don't want to spend a fortune since we don't actually live there, just visit.  It got torn out and morphed into this:
Now cupboards go to the ceiling, and I have drawers instead of bottom cupboards so I can access all the space instead of crawling inside to fine one pan in the way back.  And I can now put in a bottle of olive oil or a box of cereal-  don't need much s we go out most nights we are there rather than do grocery shopping for 2 days.
Yesterday the carpet was installed in the bedrooms, a silver gray, very light and pretty and OUT went the nasty spotted weigh ugly stuff-  now I can walk barefoot, a bonus.  Next, and I do know this whole process is completely backwards, next I paint and then I stop doing anything in the condo forever.
I found an App where you can hire cleaning people just like using Uber.  What a concept-  they claim they can be there within the hour.  I'm going to try it when I get back-  the dust is 2" thick everywhere.  I admit I am no housekeeper-  I paint a room rather than clean it.  

Gotta get to bed-  the second dy of class starts at 10 and I have to sew the third book together before I sleep!


Working with the rigid edges of large dried magnolia leaves artist Susanna Bauer (previously) adds tiny crocheted embellishments of cotton yarn to create fascinating sculptures that marry the natural and artificial world. The fragility of the medium alone—dry leaves—is enough to cause a double take when first encountering these tiny interventions, and a closer look reveals near perfection in Bauer’s stitching, a near Herculean effort in patience. Many of her pieces are almost shockingly intentional, as if the plants had naturally grown this way, while others are more playful, featuring additions or subtractions that reorganize a regular leaf in unexpected ways.   wow...

Kind of stiff in the leg department, eh?  This would be your mighty leopard in the jungle as he was turned into a foot stool.  What a travesty.  Unwow.

Friday, September 23, 2016

foundry orphan fount

“A well-composed painting is half done.” (Pierre Bonnard)

And the poor squirrel is the way I feel!  I thought I could figure out how to blog on the iPad, but I just didn't have time to sit there and fight it out, steep learning curve PLUS I didn't have my image cache!  Anyway, I also was so darn busy that I fell in bed at 9 hoping I would wake up with the flu so I could stay there a couple of days.  

BUT we got the kitchen installed.  It had arrived in a stack of thin boxes and was piled halfway up the walls of the bedroom-  the list of things ordered was supposed to be checked but I gave up at the first pile, too heavy to even slide the stacks around to check inventory against the list.  On installation day the 'crew' arrived-  a sweet girl from Guatemala who barely reached my shoulder and her 'poppy'.  I had no faith it would get done but they ripped right into it and in 2 days we had all the cupboards up and hinged-  I was amazed at how they put it up like it was nothing.  A few small setbacks, of course-  missing pieces, long boards that were bashed up, a few different runs to Ikea for returns and exchanges but they were amazingly efficient and devoted.  When they left I had my kitchen, admittedly with a refrigerator that opens on the wrong side and isn't hooked up to water yet, a stove that had a huge bump on the back and wouldn't reach the wall and no cord (wouldn't you think a stove would come WITH a cord?), a microwave whose socket had been covered with a cupboard and involved rooting around to uncover it with some nasty saw marks chewing up the backboard.  AND no countertop, sink, faucet or undercounted lights.  Ain't exactly a working kitchen yet.  

The bottom line is we did NOT realize when we bought an Ikea kitchen we also became general contractors without any list of subs to finish of these things.  TY is still up there trying to get things together.  he extended his stay to get the countertop in but they called that morning and somebody screwed up the sink hole and the whole thing busted up, cant come until next week.  SO, when I go back I will be letting in a stream of electricians, installers, and plumbers before I can make a pot of water.  Just in case I need one.

I got home Saturday to find I had no internets, couldn't get email except in restaurants on my phone and that doesn't work for too long.  I spent most of four days either trying to reach or arguing with Hotwire.  Finally called our guy who put in our system and he came to change the router.  Still didn't work, so I got the two places talking to each other and let THEM fight it out an then fix it.  Somehow my computer is completely screwed up now-  none of the stuff I had at my fingertips is even accessible so here I am with that learning curve again, and re-starting every few minutes.  

I am thinking that I might abandon the blog pretty soon-  I am coming upon the 2500 number of posts and that might be a good place to stop.  We'll see.  Now that I have a place to stay in Boston I'll be going up there more frequently. the grandkids on the north shore are now playing sports and I should get up there to provide the after-game ice cream.  The other family is now must closer and accessible so I need to spend time there too with a new baby due pretty soon.  I can't be 'grandma' and have everybody over for Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve any more but I CAN spend more time with them, babysit, and help out.  It would be nice not to have them cower behind mom's legs when I walk in.

And I am getting ready to downsize the studio now that I've cut up all my quilts.  Trying my best to simplify, get things done and in order.  My 2016 project and time is flipping through that year pretty quickly.

And, as expected, I got rejected from QN.  I'm not at all depressed over it, in fact relieved because the same day I got that letter I found out my old crit group has the ENTIRE New England Quilt Museum for our retrospective 40 year celebration!  Some show fell through for January/February and there we were all real to hang!  Good news, and fitting that I'm back to home base for it.  Now I just have to figure out how to ship the tower piece.  See?  When one door closes, another opens-  might not be the giant wooden carved double door but the Home Depot DIY door is just fine. 

So, back to lobsters and cod:

AND, our ART PART today!

 Czech artist Veronika Richterov√° creates new life from repurposed plastic PET bottles. For the last decade the artist has used various methods of cutting, heating, and assemblage to build colorfully translucent forms of everything from crocodiles to chandelier light fixtures to plants. Her obsession with plastic bottles doesn’t stop with creating artwork, Richterov√° has also collected over 3,000 PET plastic objects from 76 countries and writes extensively about the history and usage of plastic in her article A Tribute to PET Bottles.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

orographic foundling orography

“You must always start with something. 
Afterward you can remove all traces of reality”  Picasso

Sent by a friend of someone who posted it, don't ask..

Miss me much?  I don't think so.  I'm back from my week of enforced work camp at the new condo in MA.  Here's what an Ikea kitchen looks like when it arrives
Here's what the dining area looks like at the same time

And here is the kitchen demolished-  yup-  that's the WHOLE thing.

And here it what it looks like now
Not bad, ey?  Well hold on there matey~~~
I about stuck my head in the oven from frustrations but discovered it's electric and all I would do is frizz my hair further...not to mention that Ikea stoves don't come with cords or plugs so it is essentially a heavy table that is safe for toddlers to sit on and play with the buttons.  Who knew...  I left yesterday with no countertop-  won't be in for 2 weeks 'or so', and because of that no sink or faucet.  The refrigerator is plugged in but there's no hose to a water line installed AND the doors are on backwards which means you have to walk around the bloody thing, gab your stuff, then close the door to get back around to the kitchen counter.  The hinges can be changed to the other side but none of my wrenches would budge the bolts holding it on.  So, as far as the kitchen goes, I can keep my beer cold and that's about all!

The installers, a young woman and her poppy from Guatemala worked like crazy for 2 days, but when the order was so screwed up they had their hands tied.  Dealing with people in Denver and Minneapolis for our many issues (missing pieces, bashed up and bent items, returns and exchanges) drove us crazy, not to mention we ended up being the general contractors, something we are wholly unfitted to do.  Before you hire Ikea for a kitchen, make sure you understand that other than sticking the cupboards on the wall, everything else is up to you. Aaacht!

My carry-on bag was small so I couldn't take along my advanced state of knitting so I basically went to bed at 8 or 9 every night to play solitaire or watch more 'Dexter'.  I'm now in the last season and should finish it up soon.  I have to admit I am getting a bit bored after all that Saran Wrap that he's used, it was (almost) refreshing when he stuck a shovel handle into his latest giant victim instead one of his chef's knives.  If you decide Dexter is your next binge watch, I'd say watch maybe 3 seasons and then look for something else unless you're like me and can't start something new when something old is still on the table.

GOOD NEWS DEPT:  It hasn't hit 90 since I arrived back yesterday, in fact at 7 this morning when I looked, it was 79-  that's 10 degrees cooler than any other morning since last April!  We're heading back to livable numbers, let's keep it dropping!  And wonders never cease, there was a cool (I guess I should say 'cooler' because it sure ain't 'cool' yet!) breeze on the last dog watch

I picked up the Canine Companions from their 'Resort and Spa' boarding facility today and they have been sleeping all day.  And I've been arranging and hauling and toting stuff around.  

Victorian Hummingbird earrings-  icky amazing taxidermy...

I need some ART in this PART:

Textile artist Olek has just completed work on what may be her largest piece ever, a four-car locomotive covered in crocheted technicolor camo in Lodz, Poland. The artist didn’t even stop to change out of a costume she wore at the Animal Ball in London before jumping on a plane to meet four assistants who began a four-day assault on the large train that was completed on July 19th.

needing to make ANY art these days!  

Monday, September 12, 2016

coset cosh cosine

“True strength is delicate.” (Louise Nevelson)

Here I am in the 'new' condo forced to sit on my bed for the day apparently-  woke up at 4:30 to a steady drip-drip-drip coming from the closet ceiling about three feet from my head.  Raced for the plastic garbage pail and tried to get back to sleep by listening to a grisly murder podcast.  I know, I know...dumb.  At 7 the demolition crew showed up and they are ripping out my kitchen with much banging and hammering and breaking of granite into small slabs so the an be carried out.  Refrigerator and stove are in their truck and electricity and water are turned off.  TY is out finding a Starbucks breakfast for me so I don't fall into some diabetic coma.  Gheesh

Waiting for AC guy to fix the leak.  Waiting for demo crew to get outta here.  Waiting for my breakfast sandwich, and marooned on my wall to wall bed until they need me for another question.  Room is 100" wide, bed is 81" wide-  I am not kidding about wall to wall bed.

Arrived Saturday and we headed up to see grandkids for lunch and Hazel's soccer game but it was starting to rain so instead headed back into town to see how the packing was going at my sos's house as they prepare to move into their house this week.  Didn't help much but got the 2 1/2 year old out and over to the park for a couple of hours.  I was amongst the walking dead by then, needed to come back to tiny condo to finish packing up the kitchen.

Am I having fun yet?  Nope.  I had thought I could make it to the MFA, hoped to get up to the Peabody Essex, need to check my old shopping haunts but it ain't happening this trip.  I took some pictures of that kitchen demolition but cannot figure out how to get them onto the iPad,q and then into Blogger-  I thought to myself, "how hard can that be?"  Ha.

After the demolition was finished, which took about 2 hours, I had to exit this mess so off Iwent to get my share of triple points at Bloomies,  I was dismayed as I was leaving todos over  along my trail,  retraced everywhere I stopped but couldn't find them and needed to get back. I was really pissed, my favorite, but cheap pair that are even better than my prscriptions.  Told ether were in our bathroom. my mind Swiss cheese.

Sorry.  I'm done complaining until tomorrow when it's shade insrallation day.  Stay tuned


In India, a new firm is thinking a bit more creatively by helping cab drivers completely transform the interior of their taxis with original art by local designers. Mumbai-based Taxi Fabric creates cloth interiors printed with vibrant designs that cover nearly every inch of a vehicle’s interior from the ceiling to the door panels and even the seats themselves.Taxi Fabric is an interesting hybrid of interior design, advertising, and promotion of local culture, with a number of benefits both to the cab driver and the artists. Drivers report that after applying the designs to their vehicles, passengers often tip more and remain in the cabs longer. Artists in turn have their work seen by a large new audience and are easily identified by a prominent label on the back of every seat. Ya gotta love the drills!

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

found ornery foundation

Today the squirrel du jour is appalled that I am doing a little bit about an icon from the 80's and how he came to be-  I Present to you the development of  Spunky as a mascot for the Urban Forestry Program~

Just plain frightening

Oh gheehs...  Thankfully Howdy didn't catch on.  Wish they would have kept the acorn hat idea.  I feel sorry for the squirrel race.  



Crocheted Jacar√©  (that's CROCHETED ALLIGATOR to you) is the latest work from Brooklyn-based artist Olek, who traveled to Brasil in order to encase a massive playground shaped like an alligator in her trademark crochet covering. With the help of several colleagues Olek covered the reptilian playscape in North Carolinian acrylic yarn and Brazilian ribbons over a period of several weeks.

                                                                                                  STILL PROCRASTINATING