Saturday, October 01, 2016

scribble vitae scribe, # 2448

The older we get, the fewer things seem 
worth waiting in line for. 




Ummm, I haven't had a good rant in some time so I think I will unleash my vile bile today on the  COLORING BOOK CRAZE.  Everywhere I go I see 
'adult' coloring books to destress or meditate or chill out.  I am guilty of even buying my daughter a few but I am so offended by them-  What kind of brain puddle do you have to have to sit and contemplate whether that little splotch is supposed to be peach or tangerine?  The THING is that you can get the same meditation out of actually doing a drawing of your won.  Set your keys down on the table, grab some computer paper and have at it.  You let your eyes 'walk' the edges like you are a slow ant investigating every edge.  You keep your eyes on the subject and just glance at your work now and then.  Then, when you have 10 minutes again later on, do another one-  do your bag, do your shoe, do an apple, do a fork-  whatever there is at hand.  You don't need a composition, you don't need color to complicate things, just a little something to stare at for a few minutes.  Why would anybody spend time on somebody else's art?  And why is it called 'adult'?  I know...  it's because no self respecting kid would be interested in doing somebody else's drawing!!   

I just got back from the studio where I cleaned all day.  The real time suck is the giant plastic bin of acrylic paints-  I pulled them all out and arranged them by tubes, jars, and 'craft' paints.  I stuck all the fabric painted and their various mediums in a big bag.  I gathered all my expensive metallic paints into a box, and stuck the inks into a work bench box.  By golly, that box looks better and now I can find something when I need it, hopefully!  After that I tackled the end of the button sorting and into the bead and bauble blitz.  I threw away a lot of stuff, but it still takes up a whole big bin even with the things thrown out I know I won;t use.

After that I did the drawers in 3 art carts from Ikea, all with collage things.  The drawers are pretty shallow so there isn't much in each but I have my photographs sorted out from magazine clippings and another drawer of specialty papers.  I then cleared off the surface of my long desk and was about to wipe it down but it got to be too late and I had to run.  Now, here's what it looks like thanks to the Prisma app I was also playing with:



  the Sewing End

  the desk end paper storage end. I love these pictures- they have removed all the clutter!


Now maybe you're saying, "No Big Deal' but if you would have seen it a few hours ago, you would think me Superwoman to get all that stuff put away!  And the App is way fun too.  I do have miles to go before it's a done job, but I'm pleased with the start.  Took FOUR lawn and leaf bags to the dumpster full of scraps and dried up supplies and beer from the refrigerator from my last Open Studio in 2013.  Next I tackle the fabric and I hope to do away with one of the five metal storage racks.  Where is Kay when we need her!  


Th Green Market opens today after a long hot summer-  going to head down there and see if there's anything but turnips from the local farms.  It's so odd to me that fall isn't exactly harvest season with squash and rutabagas here-instead I'll find  some wonderful herbs and a table full of little spice bags and a giant kiosk of baked goods, and a couple of pickle purveyors.  There will be things to take home for dinner-  the giant woman who sits by a caldron stirring her Haitian  stew, the team of Jamaicans who all seem to be related and make amazing ribs, a coffee tent set up by Cubans, and the orchid guy returns.  If I'm lucky the Middle Eastern guy will be there with hommus and baba, and the French cheese guy with the most expensive cheeses on earth, bar none!  It's the only Farmers Market I have ever been to with valet parking.  

We have another hurricane threat coming up-  Matthew is out there south of Cuba and went up to a Cat 4 last evening.  Next I check the projected landfall and right now it looks scary.  Gotta put in provisions and ribs are a necessary hurricane accessory.  Maybe I'll buy some batteries too.  



But before I hit the road, let's take some time for some 
ART in this PART:

Today we are branching out with animal art projects-  you've all seen monkey art, elephant art, and art made with paint dipped earthworms.  Today we take to the insects with a bit of help from a human to start out!




 It’s unnerving to discover a wasp’s nest dangling outside your house, but perhaps it would be a tad less so with the help of biology student Mattia Menchetti who cleverly realized he could give colored construction paper to a colony of European paper wasps. By gradually providing different paper shades, the wasps turned their homes into a functional rainbow of different colors. This isn’t the first time scientists have encountered insects producing colorful materials with the aid of artificial coloring. In 2012, residue from an M&M plant caused local bees to make blue and green honey, and a similar—though admittedly more tragic—incident involving bees and the dye used in Maraschino cherries occured recently in New York. You can see more of Menchetti’s experiment on his website

Hurricane report to be the next topic of worry...

Thursday, September 29, 2016

interest counterproductive (post #2447!)

"If God wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates   ~Jay Leno~ 




I am thinking all my internet problems are solved-  the guys in PA talked me down from the cliff and left me in a mess of confusion and a laptop that barely qualified as connection to anything!
Yup, they were trying to diagnose my problem by me texting them pictures of the connection box behind the door in the laundry room.  Fail.  I got fed up and went on about my bizniz elsewhere, and had a bright idea- returned to the box and restarted all the different boxes independently-  last time around I just turned off the main surge protector and that didn't do a thing.  This time it did.  Go figure...  Anyway, welcome to my internets and all the plastic handcuffs holding it to the wall!  So, nah nah nah nah nah to the guys in PA.  PS  WHY would these guys with Indian accents be named 'Chris' and 'William'?  I didn't ask.


Had my very small stitch group yesterday, but the missing members will be flooding back soon-  I saw my first car carrier in the main entrance yesterday, there will be lots more to come.  Anyway, it was fun in spite of being sparce, and included lunch of course.  Afterwards I headed to the studio as soon as I could with a mission to finish off my LAST Artists' Book Collaboration page before the 1st.  And I DID:

The photo got a bit skewed, sorry, and now I must get it over on Facebook to redeem myself!

And another picture, my doggie when there's a thunderstorm-  she hops right up on top of whatever I'm doing to velcro herself to me.  The window behind shows that the storm is no longer raging but she is still quaking like she is out in it!  I'm trying to read over her back.  
Really, she is only this large in her own mind.



Now for the ART PART so I can get outta here before today's storm hits





In her Harm Less series artist Sonia Rentsch defuses the powers of modern weaponry by constructing guns, grenades and bullets completely from organic objects. The shape and form of each piece are really convincing, yet I also enjoy the obviousness of each plant chosen to resemble various gun parts. If you’re reminded of Sarah Illenberger’s work, you’ll be happy to know Rentsch has had the opportunity to work with Illenberger in Berlin.


HE SPEAKS THE TRUTH!  I'M OFF TO GO PROVE IT~

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

visitation cosmopolitan visitor (post #2446)

“Anxiety is the essential condition of intellectual and artistic creation and everything that is finest in human history.” (Charles Frankel


Hmm, I think I will start a Kickstarter to get enough money to buy maybe 5 or 6 of these little guys for Thanksgiving candles. 

Well, surprise surprise, it's raining again. I've been trying to exit the house all day but olde doggie needs to be let out every 20 minutes or so, I feel like I am her valet these days-  when she gets screwed up on her insulin she has to pee constantly-  and that's my new reality.  i'M JUST REAL HAPPY WHEN SHE ASKS TO GO OUT.  Lately she is bypassing normal doggie channels

Actually I have gotten a lot done today but none of it shows.  I just know it.  I got dressed.  I juiced put a little watermelon and cleaned up that drippy mess.  I made potatoes for dinner. I wove in stray ends on the new sweater that's still a bit damp after 3 days.  I filled all the salt shakers with different kinds of salt-  I've got your Kosher salt, I've got black salt, I've got Himalayan pink salt, and the newest one is flaked salt-  little flaky panels to just sprinkle on top of things.  That doesn't count the Allepo pepper and honey salt mix somebody gave me (sounds awful but pretty good on chicken.)

I'm not gonna talk about Trump, promise-  he is a detriment to society and the world as we know it.  Even *I*, the most apolitical person you know- or almost know- am appalled.  I bet even Melania-the-dull could poke holes in his platform.
This can't be happening.

But I'm here to talk about art so let's have at it.  How about two 
ART PARTS today so I don't have to go out in the rain?


   
stained glass, gravestone
                                ceramics, wooden gate








walkway, and finally, the book
An enigmatic trio of rabbits running in a circle appears on centuries of art, from medieval churches in England to Buddhist caves in China. While each bunny seems to have two ears, the symbol is actually a visual puzzle: a total of three ears connects them in their endless loop. Some believe the rabbits symbolize eternity; others think they stand for fertility. Still others consider them a representation of the connection between the heavens and the Earth. The original meaning of the three hares motif remains obscure, but its cross-cultural significance inspired three researchers to spend over two decades traveling the world to unravel some of its arcane history.  Released as a limited-edition book by Skerryvore Productions, The Three Hares: A Curiosity Worth Regarding was created by archaeologist Tom Greeves, art historian Sue Andrew, and photographer Chris Chapman. All three are based in Devon, England, where there are 17 churches with three hares on their oak bosses (roundels often found on the ceiling). The book evolved from the group’s Three Hares Project, and includes thorough essays by Andrew and Greeves alongside Chapman’s images, chronicling their trek to trace the evolution of the symbol.  
Love the decorations on old machines.  This looks like a fancied-up version of my mom's old treadle that she finally had electrified when it became apparent;t the world was plugging in.  This is the (electrified and less fancy) machine I learned to sew on.  I recently found an auction site with a gazillion of these available-  if I had the room I'd buy them all just to have on shelves.  There's  a restaurant here that has old mechanical meat grinder collections on shelves dividing the bar from the sit-down side.  I love to see them being used.  My former photographer had an amazing collection of irons displayed throughout his studio-  hundreds of them.  But there was a fire that completely destroyed his studio and he never started collecting again.  I had a friend back in Wellesley (the town, not the college) who collected doll houses and they took over the complete second floor of her house.  She had glass shaves all around the rooms and you could open the doors to arrange or redecorate rooms from every imaginable era.  I was so hoping I could get my hands in there to mess around but I think she knew by the look in my eyes that I'd take over as curator!  And I'm not even a miniatures kinda person!  

Instead my collections are old textiles and lordy, they sure take up room.  My rule is that every quilt I make has to be at least 50% vintage textiles.  My favorites of course are the ones where they are entirely old fabric.  I really haven't acquired any additional fabrics this way since I was in Brattleboro a few years back and met a woman who had a very edited collection of amazing old fabric.  I bought some and am still hoarding it for ...something...I dunno what.


Another Art Part?  

A Lego guinea pig, who woulda thunk it?

Parakeet

Parrot and baby




I was going to give you just two or three but I you don't decide!  Here's German artist Felix Jaensch has an uncanny ability to translate the ruffle of parrot feathers or the lumpy fur of orangutans into lifelike LEGO sculptures. He shares many of his original designs on Flickr and a few pieces including the red fox are available is DIY kits through MOC Nation. He’s also trying to get support on LEGO Ideas for his guinea pig design.  Imagine his family stepping on Lego all over 
the house...OUCH!



Monday, September 26, 2016

cosmetic cosmic cosmology

“All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.” 
–Federico Fellini




This bristly little squirrel was on the back shelf at TJMaxx so I gave him a home sitting in the dog's treat platter, then I went to the new Container Store and found this fabulous 3 section faux bois metal box, of course for three kinds of NUTS!  So my fall decorations are almost complete-  next I am spray painting a ratty looking set of Christmas wreathes black to hang on the gates-  then I will buy some classier wreathes when Christmas comes.  I have 10 gourds and a bunch of faux pumpkins I need to scatter here and there-  for Thanksgiving I will take down the black wreathes, promise.  

Today was Day 2 of the book class-  we learned a new binding and did a lot of painting of pages, then put in our narrative-  trouble is I don't HAVE a narrative!  I decided that taking time out of the middle of the day was certainly counterproductive so stayed until 1 or 1:30 and then packed up to go home.  When I used to teachI hard when people made their own rules but there wasn't anything else being taught at that point, we were all working independently.  I dropped off my THREE little books at the studio and unloaded all the stuff I brought, making it clear that I need to get things organized and cleaned out-  my next big deal time-suck, but both 4x8' tables are completely stacked with piles of things in progress, unedited, needing attentions, and just plain junk.  I have a pile of maybe 15 fabrics I am wanting to make into jackets and tops-  beautiful fabrics I want to do something with and not toss out or donate.  I think I will be concentrate on that next.  And I will take some pictures of the little books when I FIND MY NARRATIVE!  As if.  I am thinking maybe I will use one for some of the better art quotes I have on the top of the blogs going way back, then I only have two more books to contend with-  one will maybe be based on:
WHEREVER YOU GO, YOU ARE THERE!

Sounds  like Yogi Berra to me...

Also on the book subject, I have one more page due in the Collaborative project, but it's got me stymied without my printer and scanner working!  (More on the to-do columns!)  I must get in touch with my final woman to get a bit of an extension so perhaps I can get it done this week.  TY is hitting the airport this morning so he will be around to share some of the house duties because frankly as much as I love being alone, dealing with day to day matters is overwhelming at times.  I think I am just fed up with a sick dog and cleanup, not really eating correctly, and the 6 AM wake-up calls all week to get things in order for appointments, class, and just making sure I walk out the door with a face washed.  I am looking forward to getting back on schedule.

And not staying up watching Netflix too late!  I did manage to finish off the cotton yarn tee shirt but I sure wish it was lighter weight.  I have been blocking it, got tired of that after two full days so threw it in the dryer on full cycle and it's STILL damp.  At least it didn't shrink, though it might have been OK.  Anyway, third try was a charm.  This one I didn't use a pattern, just kept measuring myself to see how long it had to be, how wide, where to start sleeve hole and where to bind off for neck.  I like the way it fits, loose and boxy, but that's really the function of this cotton yarn.  I want to make another one with lighter weight stuff I bought recently-  many more stitches on finer needles, but it's pretty stuff with a bit of metallic thread so will not be as boring as a plain knit on a plain yarn.  The new one has lots of rayon so it will be drapier.  But I won't start that for awhile.  

MEANWHILE I HVE SOME PICTURS TO TAKE, A HUSBAND ALMOST AT THE AIRPORT, DOGS WHO NEED ANOTHER PASS AT THEIR FAVORITE BUSH, AND COFFEE TO FORTIFY ME FOR THE DAY!


Here's our ART PART!
bet you thought I'd never get here




Plant care comes in many forms. For some of us it’s enough to keep a few potted plants hanging on for dear life on a windowsill, while others indulge in the joy of pushing lawnmower around every few weeks, or maybe even keeping a garden. But John Brooker of Norfolk had a horticultural vision unlike the rest of us. For the past 13 years he’s hacked and trimmed and molded the 150ft-long (45.7m) hedge outside his Frizzleton Farm property into a massive dragon complete with flowing tail and wings. 
basketball, what else?

One more announcement:  I noticed I have several hundred squirrels in my files so I probably won't be blog-retired for a long time.


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!

Yah YAH YAH, ART PART






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.