Saturday, February 06, 2016

haiti horde azimuthal

 “The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.” 

I know, I swore off squirrels but occasionally I get the bug back again.  So on we will go-  know though that I have quite an untouched file of them at the ready.  Just in case.

Life goes on here in our own version of assisted living-  last night was our monthly Trivia game where I was the only one at the table who knew what miso is.  I'm good with food questions, but we didn't win any cash.  This for some weird reason is the biggest thing they do here, and they had almost 300 people turn out, more than any other activity ever.  'Play for Pink' is the next thing with all the sports teams competing- they raise unbelievable amounts of money, a good thing.  Tomorrow we have another Symphony to get to-this time it's the Buffalo Philharmonic so of course could  miss that, fortunately in mid afternoon so as not to interfere with the Super Bowl at 6:30.  Since I won't have time tomorrow I made the Buffalo wings, original recipe style, today and stuck 'em in the refrigerator.  I'll have time to change my shoes, slop some Blue Cheese in a bowl, and race back out again.  And on Monday a whole new list of things I must doodley doo starting with our Illegal Dog Park for puffy white dogs and a few golden doodlishes.  They have their dog park time on the golf course- one of the other participants sent me pictures of Molly wearing her WalMart tee shirt:  They are all sitting pretty begging for treats-  meet Gus and Triscuit and Molly in her shirt, pissed because she went into a quick sit but had to wait for the others to sit for a cookie.  She doesn't suffer fools lightly.  

Busy week ahead, TY is in a tournament and there's a dinner Wednesday night, afterwards 12 couples are headed back to Palm Beach to see a Detroit sound show.  Because we're gone all day and night I stuck the pups into the kennel for the night.  

Whew, finally I am getting to the point here with some embroidery for you-

Hey look, it's another squirrel!


 Chloe Giordano, a talented illustrator and embroiderer in Oxford, England, creates tiny embroidered animals that are full of texture and life.
What’s striking about her embroidered pieces, besides her painstaking attention to these animals’ rich colors, is their size. Most of these animals are not much larger than a thimble, which puts the amazing detail and color of her work into perspective.

Athens-based Fabulous Cat Papers offers a wide range of hand-made notebooks with embroidered Japanese paper covers featuring anatomical, floral, and geometric designs, all stitched by hand. What you see here is just a peek, see much more here.

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

equable canonic homebound

“Genius, the power which dazzles human eyes, 
is oft but perseverance in disguise.” 

I got a whole free day yesterday in the studio, hallelujah!  Of course what took the most time was still working on getting started projects finished up.  First I went through all the old quilts and didn't find any additional squirrel damage past the two I whined about last week.  I took three bags of trash to my dumpster and debated whether to dump a few really bad quilts too but decided instead that they will make more dog beds for the rescue guys.  

Then I started on a sweater I pulled out to wear the other day-  it had two splotches of acrylic paint on one side, little things about a half inch long.  I took it to the studio because I had tried 'normal' things to remove the paint at home but nothing worked at all.  So I wanted to give my brush cleaner a shot.  I worked it in let it sit, rinsed it off and lost a tiny bit of it but not enough to wear the sweater again.  Then I tried the orange grainy hand cleaner for workmen and that removed a mother layer so by then I had medium gray splotches instead of black.  I reworked the orange stuff in and let it sit for a couple of hours, rinsed and didn't notice much difference, so took it home and threw it in the washer after one more attempt with the spot remover I had used that morning.  It completely removed the paint and this morning I am wearing this sweater again!  Yeaaaa.  

Then I worked on the book cover and added a title from pieces of cardstock printed with letters.  This took some t=work because the cardstock kept peeling layers off so I had to glue things twice, weight it, then check again for any ore peeling.  (Auto correct wont' type cardstock, insists I want 'yardstick'.  So we are having a fight.) 

And here we are in February, not my favorite month by any stretch.  Looks like our calendar is pretty full lately, but all I have on my head is selling the little house, cannot leave to get back to Boston until we do because I don't have any winter clothes down here.  I was dumb-  put everything winter-y in storage up there thinking we would have a condo by now.  Silly me.  So either I buy a three day winter wardrobe to go up, stay in a hotel, rent a car, and see my friends and family by arranged appointments, or I sit here waiting to sell.  Rocks and Hard Places.  So, let's talk art because that's what I do doodley do.  Lifted the doodle dos from Kurt Vonnegut years ago.

Amy Douglas is an English artist who restores old Staffordshire figures into eccentric recreations. Staffordshire figures were found throughout British homes in the 19th century, often bought at county fairs and collected as “toys” for the mantelpiece. When they arrive to Douglas—broken and eroded away by time—she modernizes the pieces by adding touches of present-day quips and scenarios. Each one has been given a title that makes them humorously unique; for example, “I Lost My Head” depicts a beheaded man joyously swinging a wreath decorated with various craniums; “Chicks Rule” features a chicken-headed figure riding a horse with a human face.

Japanese carpenter/designer/artist Masaaki SaitoHere are more examples of his beautiful, handmade tableware. His wooden plates bring me back to 17 century daily life in Sweden (and other places?) before china, metal and glassware was on every man's table. 

Sunday, January 31, 2016

backstop sickle lengthwise

“Plan your work and work your plan.” (Vince Lombardi)

Well, wonders never cease-  I have started pout with Vince Lombardi and Superman and I am seriously uninterested in either except for what I posted!Let us hope that it goes up from here, eh?  Though I doubt it.

Today we have a friend and her 2 adult children coming and i am making Indian food for the first time.  I got ahold of a couple of recipes in Bon Appetite this month and discovered I had every spice they called for  so I am off and running.  I know she likes Indian because we go out for it frequently but I have no idea about the offspring- so one thing I have is Butter Chicken which is highly spiced but not at all hot-  hope they will eat it 'cause I can't feed it to the dogs!   Of course I've been sampling as I go along and have come pretty close to my Indian food quotient for the month so far.  I better make extra rice.  Sigh

Today is the first day in weeks that I've had the doors open wide-  the plants in the garden are really taking off and I can't wait to see them in a couple of months-  we are headed for lush and jungly!

Even the plants I left out in the cold wet weather are doing great:

The first picture is a collection of air plants that I haven't killed in several years of neglect, instead they just keep getting better as longs they are under cover and don't get too much water.  The orchids are a gift from a dear friend who brought them over one day to welcome us to our new place-  Amazing!  She loves orchids too and I am going to pick her brain on what to do to keep them going other than NOT watering them!  That I can do.

The other day in the studio I made the cover for my little challenge book, but I had clips all over it and didn't take any pictures yet.  Thought I'd get back yesterday but I was pretty busy with cleaning turmeric out of the sink.  My food processor is now permanently marigold yellow-  tried everything and can't get it out of the plastic.  

Another project-  I got all my hurricane lamps filled with odorless colorless oil so they are ready to go-  
I haven't used them in almost 20 years and took them out of a box sent from Boston the other day.  I love these old lamps and they will be perfect on the lanai once we get the screens installed-  don't want ny moths flitting around the flames!   I'm so happy to get them out again.  I had about 10 at one point but think I sold some of the plainer ones at a garage sale, just kept the cut glass pieces.  

OK, that's boring enough-  time for doggie duty and I got check the rice!

'The Guys', always ready for action.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

aniseikonic hang cit

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.
Margaret Mead

Pouring rain again here, so depressing!  We had 3" of rain before noon and it's supposed to continue all day tomorrow too.  Couldn't get out the door all morning so plunked about here making beds and looking up recipes for Indian food.  Gave up on that because every one I looked at had some ingredient I knew I wouldn't be able to find.  Green mangos?  Tamarind sauce?  Hell no, I'll just go to an Indian restaurant.  

By noon I was going a bit stir crazy so took off to the studio. I worked on the cover of a book for the challenge I am doing and while each layer dried I'd work on a top I started out of some pretty great Japanese fabric I've been hoarding for a couple of years.  I am going to do my best to use this stuff up and THROW OUT the edges and tiny pieces I cut off.  I am also throwing out bent and sticky pins, dried up glue...

                 oh nuts, I bet I forgot to cap the glue I used today.  

Another something to throw out!And tomorrow I will empty the huge waste baskets before they topple over.  If it's not raining still.

When I am in the studio I listen to Boston NPR on internet radio because it keeps me interested.  Today they reported a shooting of a couple people and a stabbing or two before throwing them out of the car.   Then a chase through town but no details other than the car they were looking for.  An hour later I got a text from my DIL and she said they were 'sheltered in place' (with my grand-toddler) at the nursery school in the Temple down the street from their apartment.  The police were outside-  I had no idea it was all happening around them or I would have been frantic.  I hope they will be allowed to go home soon and that they catch the guy/s.  Scary people out there. 

Off to the Ale House for dinner-  no cookie', yea!  Only a few minutes to post something arty:

Today we are looking at stuff made with other stuff.

 If you go down to the woods today, you're sure for a big surprise. The surprise being that you might discover they're made entirely out of cardboard. That will certainly be the case if you come across the work of Paris-based sculptor and artist Eva Jospin who creates dense and enchanting forests out of a material that ultimately originates from trees.

In his series Animal Farm, Miami-based Colombian artist Federico Uribe creates beautiful animal sculptures using the most ordinary, everyday objects, including everything from thousands of shoes, champagne corks, coloured pencils and shoe laces.
Born in Bogota, Uribe's artwork resists classification. Rooted in the craft of sculpture and paint, it rises from intertwining everyday objects in all possible and surprising ways, but still with a formal reference to the history and tradition of classical art.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

astronomic courtier venous

“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted,” Albert Einstein

This stunning creature is an albino zebra. It relates to nothing, I just like it.

Not writing about squirrels has freed up some time around here-  you may have noticed I am not blogging as much after removing that subject from my list.  So it has been brought to my attention of late that many creative people take naps as part of their daily routine.  Naps have always made me mean, resentful  and disoriented when I wake up BUT I am encountering nappers all over the place lately.

You all know I had my old friend Lisa here for a few days that turned out to be over a week because of cancelled airlines every day.  Well, Lisa takes a chunk of time to 'lie down' in the afternoon-  she disappears,  I try to keep the dogs from barking, and pretty soon she reappears refreshed and, OK- to borrow a squirrel phrase, 'bushy-tailed' and rarin' to go on to the next thing.  I envied her that ability.

Recently I read about the 'Coffee Nap'-  you drink a big cup of coffee, you lie down and take 20 minutes or so before the coffee kicks in (or you have to pee!) and you wake up on a coffee high ready to take on the rest of the day. Who can't spare 20 minutes here and there?

Then today, the magic THIRD event happened-  an article about Dali's naps in my Open Culture email:  Dali used a method of timing his naps that ensured his sleep would not last long. He outlined it thus:
1. Sleep sitting upright (Dali recommends a Spanish-style bony armchair)
2. Hold a key in your hand, between your fingers (for the bohemian, use a skeleton key)
3. Relax and fall asleep (but not for too long…)
4. As you fall asleep, you’ll drop the key. Clang bang clang!
5. Wake up inspired!
Dali called it, fittingly, “Slumber with a key,” and to “accomplish this micro nap,” writes The Art of Manliness, he “placed an upside-down plate on the floor directly below the key.” As soon as he fell asleep, “the key would slip through his fingers, clang the plate, and awaken him from his nascent slumber.” He claimed to have learned this trick from Capuchin monks and recommended it to anyone who worked with ideas, claiming that the micro nap “revivified” the “physical and psychic being.”

The article goes on:  "We might be inclined to dismiss his nap technique as a surrealist practical joke. Yet The Art of Manliness goes on to explain the creative potential in the kind of nap I used to take in history class—dozing off, then jerking awake just before my head hit the desk:
The experience of this transitional state between wakefulness and sleep is called hypnagogia. You’re floating at the very threshold of consciousness; your mind is sliding into slumber, but still has threads of awareness dangling in the world…. While you’re in this state, you may see visions and hallucinations (often of shapes, patterns, and symbolic imagery), hear noises (including your own name or imagined speech), and feel almost physical sensations…. The experience can essentially be described as “dreaming while awake.”

The thing is that I do my own 'dreaming while awake' when I am on the studio-  I go into almost a trance and don't remember consciously what the hell I've been doing when it's time to go.  But in this state of HYPNAGOGIA  (gotta use that word three times today so I don't lose it!) I get lots done-  or somebody gets lots done, maybe a doppleganger, maybe The Muse I've been waiting for, lives in a crawlspace under the studio and pops up whenever I open the door and get spacey.   I'm leaving this nap info posted in the studio so perhaps they will work faster and do more.  So I'm going to let my pal Bob do the talking to the Muse under the floor-

                                                     "It Ain't Me Babe"

Go 'way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

And I am going to try a nap this afternoon-  I have a perfect opportunity because today is another afternoon at the Symphony, part of the series TY signed up for. As soon as the lights go out-----so do I.  My head snaps up when people clap so I join in but drift right back to the Happy Place when the lights go out again.  TY has give up elbowing me unless I start emitting sounds or snorts.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

astronomic courtier venous

 ‘Monk, you and you alone are your refuge. You and you alone are your pathway.’ Buddhist saying

Quite an adventure in Weather here these last few weeks!  It's been very cold, I mean shawl and mittens cold for my poor friend who I build into visiting with a promise of hot tub evenings and dinners out at some of our newer and better restaurants.  Hasn't come to pass as she has had her return flight changed FOUR times and then had her whole trip cancelled, and had to extend her stay by almost 3 whole days.  This wouldn't normally be a problem but she is slated to start a new job tomorrow morning but can't even leave Florida until evening. I feel so badly because she can't enjoy herself with the uncertainty of the return.

TY returned today after his week up in Boston and within an hour his football watching' pals appeared to sprawl out over the house. Much yelling going on, the dogs are upon me wondering what they did wrong and the chicken wings are getting chilly in the kitchen.  Sigh. 

And I art on- wanna join me?

Embroidery artist and jeweler Sam P. Gibson creates a wide variety of hand-stitched illustrations from brains and skulls to lips and typography. Her most detailed works are these awesome stitched eyes.
Cool. eh?

 I recall trying to embroider plants and flowers onto scrap fabric when I was about eight years old, but I was probably in college when I began to use it seriously in my art. I was working with a lot of paper and fabric and plastic bags then, before the leaves, and the embroidery was more of an embellishment, rather than a focal point of the work.  Hillary Waters Fayle    

So, there ya go, a little something from my image vaults!   This week I PROMISE to return to the studio.  I have a book to build thanks to a group I joined to force me to get back to work.  I'll post what I do when it is viewable.  

Some wise words to ponder until you come back again to the Muse!