Friday, January 20, 2017

osmosis osmotic cottage

‘Take a minute to build a small obos (three or more rocks piled on top of one another). You can come back in 365 days to see if it’s still standing.” (Robert Genn)

Hey kids, it's finally arrived after much anticipation!  Our annual highest holy day, 


and so it goes.

I've been taken over by doing things I haven't been around to complete all month.  I'm doing my massive closet cleanse, trying to find a carpet cleaner, deflating the 7' cockroach to retire it to a sealed box in the garage, picking up the tiniest Lego pieces that surely must be scattered around like fairy dust after I go to bed.  Removing them is like picking up glitter...And getting interrupted on my way to the studio every day!  But hey, I just can't turn down these offers from real people-  I tend to avoid real people as you may have gathered after all these years but I actually went to lunch  with a dear old friend the other day, and then yesterday found myself enthusiastically playing navigator to a big orchid farm a friend wanted to get to. Unfortunately it cost me big, not as big as her amazing arrangement she had put together, but I am still loving the dalmation spots on the three plants I got-

And yeah and behold, I have three other plants with similar dots and splashes of maroon on white-  they are all tied to my trees reblooming for me.  The coolest thing about orchids is that I cannot kill them if I just leave them alone!  Years ago I did a little quilt about them foreshadowing my love of them:

I wasn't as much interested in the flower when I did this as I was in the foliage-  I cut up nori seaweed and sewed it on and it turned into a pretty good leather substitute that has lasted for years... well, until I cut up all my quilts.  So much for foliage.

A quick and quite enlightening ARTY PARTY before I leave:

For the last 20 years, unassuming Dutch photographer Hans Eijkelboom has traversed the world, picking a spot, be it in Shanghai, New York, or Paris, and meticulously photographed what he saw. “I take between 1 and 80 photographs a day, almost every day, 12 months a year,” he says, referring to his “Photo Notes” project, which has now been turned into a book titled People of the Twenty-First Century. The “Photographic Journal,” published by PHAIDON, is the largest, most comprehensive work of his to date, and includes thousands of photos that, together, create a fascinating picture of mankind.
The “anti-sartorial” photographs of everyday people capture specific visual themes – people in red jackets, men with bare chests on roller blades – that are grouped together with the date, city and time range they were taken. And this combination and repetition is what makes the photographs so powerful. Viewed separately, they would hardly even catch our eye.

And away I go to go work on some dead palm fronds for the new piece on the wall!  Maybe I'll add some fallen orchid blossoms too...

And a parting Squirrel~

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

viva vivace cost

'Only use decorations bigger than a melon. The effect is all interior self-expression, no chaos.'     Domain Magazine

Awwww, a bebe!

The kids are at this moment boarding their flight for home.  The Lego mugs I ordered didn't make it here in time but I do have a hundred thousand pieces of Lego all over the house.  Soon to be swallowed by the vacuum.  That, an apple, and a couple of cheese sticks along with lots and lots of tiny clothes.  We spent this afternoon at the Busch Wildlife Center looking for bears that need to be poked, and Florida Panthers in full hunt mode patrolling their enclosure.  Do you believe people buy these gorgeous animals and DECLAW them to keep in the house as pets?  Oy.  Of course they outgrow the cute kitten stage very fast and end up in the refuge since they can't be released.  Why do people do that?

Yesterday we went to the studio for some serious drawing-  they didn't want any lesson, only to draw the turtles we saw the day before at the Loggerhead Marine Hospital here in Juno.  We also saw some land tortoises and their burrows on the way to the car so they were well versed in the differences.  And funnily enough more tortoises appeared at Busch, but look closely-  they are on top of each other trying for sun on a raft in the middle of an everglades display!

OK, enough with the nature walks.  This afternoon a box arrived and this was inside:
A solid brass turkey leg, our Christmas present from our son.  He says it's because we have everything!  It weighs as much as a car, guess I
ll hold down all the outside furniture at the next hurricane.

So, couple that with yesterday's post about the gift for my birthday from my daughter~ a reminder, the cockroach pool float:

and it begs the questions, 1. WTF?  and 2.  where did I go wrong teaching appropriate gifts for old ladies?

Sigh.  Let's have a party!

Merging botanical forms from England with the delicate plant shapes from her childhood in Japan, ceramic artist Hitomi Hosono produces delicate layered sculptures that appear as frozen floral arrangements. Often monochromatic, the works are focused on carved detail rather than color—repetition of form making each piece uniquely beautiful.
“The subjects of my current porcelain works are shapes inspired by leaves and flowers,” said Hosono in an artist statement. “I study botanical forms in the garden. I find myself drawn to the intricacy of plants, examining the veins of a leaf, how its edges are shaped, the layering of a flower’s petals. I look, I touch, I draw.”

Wowzer.  How gorgeous!

See you tomorrow-ish, I have much to catch up on!

Sunday, January 15, 2017

interfere counterproposal interference

“Shock value only lasts so long.” (Robert Longo)

squirrel party coasters, perfect for your nutty friends

I know, I am negligent in keeping this up these past few weeks BUT I have screwed up and time has flown unrelentingly by and I don't know which end is UP these days!

But the Good Things that happened include the finished kitchen in the tiny condo-  all except the switch plates which arrived in Florida for me to stick in my next trip suitcase.  Still have to find a handyman to finish the molding around the open edges of the countertop, but I don't care enough to sit there looking for handymen.  Hopefully I will find somebody before I go back and if he also paints, he gets a bonus!  We will keep our eyes open the The Guy.

Anyway, I flew home to FL on Friday, unevernt=fully, since my kids were in the real of the plane coming for MLK weekend.  As soon as we arrived they started stripping down in the car to go swimming!  It really wasn't all that warm, but in they went like little salmon squealing and spashing around.  My daughter gave me a blow up pool float for my birthday that I haven't had the cojones to blow up but we did it finally:

Yeah, it's a giant 7' Palmetto bug, aka cockroach.  The kids are loving it, but it's still a bit off-putting for me-  I think it's the antennae.  I don't know.
Other grandkid prefers the giant 6' slice of watermelon, probably because her suit is the same color and I told her it's like she is camouflaged as a watermelon!

Today we visited the Loggerhead Sea Turtle rescue and sat through an entertaining and informative talk with Dr. Logger.  He had skulls from lots of different species and taught us about their teeth and flippers.  Walking out past a window like they used to have at the Dairy Queen, we looked into the actual hospital and watched a pretty small-  maybe 18"- turtle get his shell repaired and bandaged.  They apparently take these guys to the local hospital ion they need X-rays or CT scans.  They cover them with a sheet on their gurney so it doesn't freak the human patients...  Cool afternoon, and whole heading back to the parking lot we saw 4 different borrows of land tortoises, which they don't treat there but apparently stick them in the area where they stay.

Ode to Geometry

Then I made a giant birthday cake for the kids since I won't be in Boston for either party this and next month.  I've lost my frosting mojo but the chocolate cake was might fine.

*I*am*exhausted*, haven't left the kitchen in 3 days except for the turtle hospital.  It's 7:35 now and I would love to race out and rent a hotel room for a good night's sleep

  Life goes on in spite of the unbelievable choice some people made politically.  It won't be a day of excitement and possibility for me, instead a day or trepidation and fright.  But I voted and I tried, this all just sucks so I will find new murder mysteries on my podcast list and stick my head back in the sand for the next 4 years. And hope it's over soon,  Enough whining, lets hit it for the ARTY PARTY

In this fun illustration series, India-based artist Rohan Sharad Dahotre utilizes photographs of wild animals and applies a variety of fanciful costumes. 

Warning!  Professional Hazard!

Aiming to get back on the horse and POST!  

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

cottonwood cottony cotty

“A man who limits his interests, limits his life.” ~Vincent Price

Racial harmony.  Why can't we all be squirrels?

Here I am in Boston still, yesterday it was SIX degrees and I had to actually go out early to get to the New England Quilt Museum to hang our crit group show.  Thought I would die with every breath, but I guess the Buffalo genes took over and I wadded my scarf over my nose so it wouldn't freeze and break off.

We took over the whole museum, and one of our members had taken it on as her project and had it all planned out and measured and designed so it went together pretty easily.  I pretty much stayed in my little room to reassemble the 'Autobiography' tower which took all morning.  Occasionally someone would poke their head in and help thread the 200+ cut up quilts on the tube, but basically it was my baby, all six boxes of it.  I will be so glad to have it gone for the next four months and hope it hits a few people on the need to clean out your studio, clean out your mind!  But since I have worked with these women forEVER (they say 30 years, I say closer to 40 for the core group), it was way fun to revisit all their work from the beginning on up to now.  They did have fun seeing my old stuff cut up and we had stories and memories while assembling.

please touch no matter what they say.

'Autobiography Addendum' (in progress)  I guess I never got to a final picture as I was in a hurry to get it in a tube to send on.  Oh well.

Carol and her husband David did a marvelous job on our book too, and now that it has the last piece, a picture of the 5 of us together, it is at the printer and we have an official ISBN number! She included sections for all of our individual work, biographies, and a  writeup on the history of the group.  She got an opening statement from Jenny Gilbert who was the director of the NEQM for the years we were all actively involved, making more quilty quilts before we mostly took off in different directions.  In fact I think that is one of the most interesting things about the show-  how different our trajectories have been!   And yup, the books are available-  call me and I'll tell you who has them. 

The show is up until the end of April, our artist's panel is April 22, and that is well out of the winter season so I hope, if you're in the area, that you stop by to see the the wonderful work.  I guarantee it won't be 6 degrees...

Some worthwhile taxidermy-  perhaps wonderful in a dentist office?
Or maybe he was caught stealing some cow's private stash area.

OK, enough.  Wanna see some ARHT?  (Hey, I'm
in Bahst'n an thats how we tawk!)

Several years ago, the Brooklyn sculptor Shari Mendelson turned to ancient glass and ceramic containers as a conceptual anchor for formal ideas, material explorations, and art-historical references. The artist had for some time been making three-dimensional constructions out of various plastics; her primary material is now high-density polyethylene, the plastic currently used for most beverage containers. Artifacts, a stunning exhibition of about two dozen elegant, gently humorous, and very smart riffs on the vessel tradition, opened last weekend at Todd Merrill Studio.

What I am working on back in the studio-  this coming Saturday.  This is the base, yup, another drop cloth.  You will be amazed and delighted when you see what I've done...maybe.  It's going to be a hurricane when it's finished, and I will show you the progress as we go.  If anybody is doing a hurricane show, call me:

Back to our regular schedule next week, hang in there with me?

Thursday, January 05, 2017

vivo cougar vixen

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.” (James Joyce)

more very odd squirrel taxidermy discovered by an old friend

I find myself in Beautiful Downtown Watertown, just a half block from a trampoline gym, a BJ's Warehouse, a Super Stop and Shop, a Goodwill Dropoff Center and the Charles River across the street and down the banks.  Also, at the corner there's a Chinese Restaurant and a Subway.  Across the street is the best produce market in the area with the most amazing array of ethnic vegetables, homemade pastas, cheeses and imported hams.  I am not starving here, for sure.  If I drive across town there are probably 10 Armenian markets. And finally tomorrow I have the electrician coming with a cord called a pigtail to plug in my stove so I can boil an egg.

We arrived yesterday afternoon and took a cab to the lawyers to sign wills-  both dead and living- because we are of that age.  I was dragging a giant suitcase in and out of office buildings and freezing cold from the city wind tunnels down the streets. We got a second cab to the condo, and changed to go met friends for dinner, went down to the garage and found the car dead.  So I decided to try out my Uber App.  It said I would have a cab in 8 minutes, but after standing in the rain, getting soaked and mad, TY called his own cab after a half hour.  We were late, needless to say.  This morning was taken up with calling the tow truck, and greeting the AC/heat guy for a maintenance call.  At which point TY AND THE CAR took off for a meeting and lunch while I installed the backsplash in the kitchen.  Fortunately at the end of the day I got to go see Glorie, my 2 month old grand baby.  Worth the wait, she is a squishy little thing with a bobbing head and funny smiles, in short adorable.

So, I have a week here before returning to Florida.  The weekend ahead is busy seeing family and neglected friends, then it's off to Lowell to hang and assemble the show that opens next Wednesday.

IF i can carve out some time I am dying to get to the  Fuller Craft Museum down in Brockton whereI have a piece, and also up to the Peabody Essex where there is a shoe show which will be joined in a few weeks with a traveling costume and clothing show from the V&A.  My daughter was there today and texting me every 6 minutes in her excitement.  She asked me to join her but I HAD NO CAR, dammit. And of course the other worthwhile thing to do in and around Boston is the New England Quilt Museum in Lowell where you can see a quarter century plus a few years  worth of my crit group's output- a diverse and creative a bunch or women I could ever be lucky enough to know.  Our show is there through April. GO!  

some of my old stuff leftover from college
Me, leftover from college!  Weird, huh?

So, I guess we need an arty part now, eh?  And maybe a beer.

Stemming from a past of ambitious collecting, photographer Christoffer Relander utilizes mason jars as vessels to capture the environments that surrounded him during his childhood in Finland. The project, Jarred & Displaced, utilizes double exposures shot on medium format film to combine pristine images of jars with black and white landscapes, collecting scenes shot within forests, neighborhoods, and on top of steep ridges. Each of the images is completely analog as Relander decided to eschew all digital processes for the series.  “With analog multiple exposures I’m able to manipulate my photographs in-camera,” said Relander to Colossal, “this project was not created or manipulated in an external software such as Photoshop.”