Wednesday, March 07, 2018

pentagonal reorganization nippily

“With age, art and life become one.” (Georges Braque)

Looks like he is eating chocolate pudding, wish I were him...

Still futzing around with the Marimekko quilt tops adding shark fin shapes to the larger one, but not sure they will stay- hard to come up with a story that joins sharks with hunks of old black lace, but I AM working on it.  The smaller one needs me to start the hand work but the thought of having to wear the dumb headlamp to thread needles every 5 minutes puts me off.  So, instead I am working on alterations to a couple of blouses.  Don't you hate it when you find something 'perfect except...'.  I'm working on the excepts!  Under pressure here from TR to pick out what restaurants we need reservations to in New Orleans, and I have to meet an old friend for lunch soon.  I hate living frantic, and I do know these are what my daughter calls 'first world problems'. Seems I am no longer able to focus on two or seven things at a time.  "Life sucks and then you die" has hit without the sucks part ever being terrible, well maybe a few times now that I think about it.  I am not ready to die, can still see somewhat if I had a good needle threader dog to help out.  So perhaps the eyesight thing is my full blown 'sucks'.  We'll see.

A little FYI-  tomorrow, is International Women's Day.  Doubt I will get any bunches of flowers for it.  Now, if they celebrated National Women Weirdos Day I just may fill the house!


According to Trevor Smith, who is a cultural collections officer in Portland, Australia, his crochet work used to be a bit flatter. His mother, who “tried every craft craze from the 1960s to the 1990s,” taught him to sew and crochet at a young age. He crocheted into adulthood, making rugs and doll clothes for younger relatives. A few years after completing a degree in sculpture in the early 1980s, he turned to patchwork, quilting, and costuming as his hobbies instead. Sometimes, he contributed his work to local art projects and competitions. After a 25 year interval, Smith’s love of the craft was reignited in 2009, when he created site-specific crochet works for a community project themed around a local swimming hole. He’s been crocheting—often in three dimensions—ever since.

Monday, March 05, 2018

ogun turnover roulette

“The woman I am is the artist I am. There is no difference.” (Isadora Duncan quote.)

Yup, you just can't keep taxidermy squirrels away from me.

Spent a few days in the studio but the list of things-to-do is way longer than I have time for.  Today I did a full 9-5 stint until my toe gave out screaming in pain-  think I might have a wee case of arthritis 'cause I wah hopping around like Mexican jumping bean.  Not gonna investigate because it is just bogus to have a toe in trouble!  What I was trying to do is 'deconstruct' a former collage into something for the Artist Unbound group Im involved with.  I sign on with great enthusiasm and after the first piece is sent out I wither on the vine.  But I have the destroyed collage, not just have to assemble all the pieces into NEW collages that somehow, in spite of the fact I had to destroy them, can be made to look good again.  If anything they sure do fit the theme of destruction.  

So, pictures to follow when I get a few made on those.  Would love to get Feb. examples out asap, and Mar and Apr at the same time.

MEANWHILE, back in the cement box, I've been cutting up old Marimekko black and white fabrics and keeping to random for the most part.  Ive done two different series of blocks joined up and finished the borders on both today (after finishing sewing most of the blocks together first!  Wanna see?  There are going to be big changes coming but I guess it's good to see how good they are coming so far.  I intend to do fancy kanthan and machine stitching  after I let them sit on my wall for awhile getting ready for renovations to come!


#1 needs an additional border to contain it, #2 needs the stitching which will be based on some African fabric I've had for years.  Probably almost as long as the Marimekkos!  Ignore the dog with lipstick center both of #1-  I was playing.  Would like to come across another odd piece of black lace too for that one.  #2 has some outcuts of the pink an gold African batiks, but I need to just use the lines in it for inspiration for the stitches.  Whatever, I am at least AT the studio and not watching Netflix lately.

Yesterday I went with a friend to Four Arts Gallery on Palm Beach where they were having an exhibit of Belgian artist Isabelle de Borchgrave's work where she copied (or 'interprets') famous dresses and makes the copy out of paper.  There were three big rooms full of them and it was an outstanding exhibit.  Our noses were pressed to every part trying to figure out what the hell she did to make a filmy paper into perfect lace.  She even had shoes and hats to match each outfit.  AMAZING work.  Here are some samples, the first, to the left looked for all the world like heavy taffeta, while others, like the two below harkened to linen with braid trim.  Even the hat next to the day dress was twined from paper.  There were plenty more in every conceivable style, even some costumes designed for the Ballet Russe.  If you are planning on being in the Palm Beach area in the near future, you must stop by-  entry fee is a mere $5-  not bad for a two hour ramble through studying the work!

Sorry abut the phone shadow, but this was a photo of the original dress from the 1600's with the write up about it, the one directly above is a close up of the neck piece, while the third up was the copy. Yes, even the pearls are made of paper!  What a feat.

Parte' de Arte'

This collection I have amassed for your entertainment is self evident-  it has to do with knitted garments for critters.  Some are adorable, not so much a few others.  Enjoy.

My toe for cutest


Probably used double pointed needles

And my winner is the PENGUINS

No, just no.

Monday, February 26, 2018

amphiblastula confidential compile

the past     Simone de Beauvoir: 

Dancing' with the stars

Finally a quieter week ahead!  Good thing because my endocronologist  gave me hell and demoted me down from her diabetes poster child last week.  I had gained 4# since I last saw her 6 months ago all because we were suddenly 'the popular kids' and invited to something every friggin' night from Thanksgiving through January.  And yeah, with wine, appetizers AND dessert.  How can a gal say no?  Well, I didn't.
SO, as of that appointment I again gave up carbs.  It's worked for me in the past and it's easy to work around on a menu and I just have to repeat NO WHITE FOOD over and over from the time I get up until 9PM when I go to bed in a huff of depression to get away from the kitchen.  It also involves reviving my meter and testing which is such a pain to deal with.  But I'll do it because I see her again in 3 months and I will be damned if I will be humiliated by my own body again.  Anyway, she also changed my meds and the new ones keep me pretty dizzy but I am giving them a month to settle in before I go whining back to her.  

Consequently I have only ben back to the studio in spurts to pick up different knitting needles or grab something I need to work at home.  I hope to get back today but am stuck at home waiting for a rug cleaner to arrive.  I was gonna wait for Molly to leave us but I just can't wait that long to be able to walk across the bedroom again.  So I wait.

I did take a ew pieces of work to be JUDGED at a local art center for a show of local artists.  I was going to take 2 quilts and went to the studio to grab them but instead took some encaustics.  I really doubt they will get in and should have taken quilts but we'll see.  I think the judging was Saturday but I haven't heard.  Not expecting anything of a snap decision, especially because when I told TY what I entered he told me I was out of my mind.  Sigh.  Nothing like sheer honesty, ay?

So Saturday night were asked to dinner to go to a really famous Italian restaurant-  so popular they take reservations weeks in advance.  Like most Italian restaurants around here, it was filled to the brim but the people were much more dressed up than our favorite local spots.  The wine was delicious, I had a half portion and made it last.  My appetizer was roasted red peppers with fresh anchovies, lots of them.  Then dinner was a veal scallopini dish without breading or sauce.  Dessert was a cup of decaf cappocino, no cute stirrer of sugar crystals.  BORING.  But at least I got to eat there.  I will try to go back in the summer when it might not be so full.

Started a second shawl as a good old lady should.  When I visited the knit store they had two cool 'cakes' of yarn that gradually changed color over the whole length.  One was black-to-white baby alpaca and it worked up quickly-  I am going to eventually stick a yellow-black-and-white edge on it.  The other was cotton and very fine running from beige to olive green and finally to dark magenta.  I started that on last night sitting outside in the breezes.  It has a repeat pattern to it so I have to count as I go but so far so good.  Wish they would have had a color way I liked more but this will be mostly green with the tips showing beige and magenta.  

In OTHER NEWS, we booked ourselves into New Orleans for our anniversary weekend.  TY is doing research every day and sending me list after list of things to do.  Looks like it will be another Ralph trip with him rising at 5 and charging around like a bull for the next 16 hours.  I'm the whiner 6 blocks behind looking in store windows and reading menus.  Sit down?  Hell no.  I am dreading it, except I really do want to see New Orleans!  But slower.

ARTY PARTIE, I know, kinda weird but definitely very cool!

These whimsical wooden automata are the creations of contemporary Japanese woodworker Kazuaki Harada. We’re particularly fond of the dancing ham and veggies. After first spending a year studying under English master automata-maker Matt Smith, Harada began crafting his own automatons in 2002. His playful pieces vary in both size and complexity, but all are operated by the turning of a single handle and are created in the spirit of simply delighting people. Why else would you create an automaton wearing nothing but socks, with the ability to boil a pot of tea on his own belly?
Visit Kazuaki Harada’s YouTube channel to check out many more of his marvelous wooden automatons in action.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

upshot localizations jailer

“When I have an idea, I turn down the flame, as if it were a little alcohol stove, as low as it will go. Then it explodes and that is my idea.” 
                                          Ernest Hemenway

I am sitting here in disbelief waiting for my dog to eat.  That's right, I have the only anorexic dog in the world.  She has stopped eating a few days ago-  she will sniff at her dinner, stick her nose up in the air and go lie down in a huff across the room.  This is in great contrast to the last few weeks where she has finished off big bowls of food and both morning and night and then led me to the refrigerator for more.  She is acting pretty much OK other than the new eating issue, but then she is sleeping a whole lot more too but that's what happens when you are 95 in dog years I guess.  Tonight I resorted to the oldest trick in my book-  I melted down a teaspoon of bacon fat and drizzled it over.  She sniffed it but then laid down where she could keep an eye on it.  This is gonna drive me crazy trying out thing after thing to tempt her.  Just not ready to let her go yet.  

The other day when they finished landscaping the side and back yard that had completely reverted to sand and dead grass, TR 'suggested' that my herb pots looked really scrappy and how about we build a raised bed in the really desolate other side of the house.  I scratched my way around to see what he as talking about and it's very crappy back there so I know I won't negotiate the gates and irrigation and wet leaves to go snip a basil leaf for dinner.  I suggested a plant stand nearer the house but there really wasn't a spot you couldn't see from the bedroom windows so he nixed that idea, but said I needed a potting table.  I got right on it, thank yew Amazon, and found a really cheap work table with a cabinet below and a metal table surface.  It arrived in 2 days in a flat pack the 
size of my car.  

So, for the last three days I have been screwing all the misc. boards together.  The directions are in a minuscule picture with the screw sizes exploded out from the drawing and no definition as to which board goes where- and even when I figure it out, the damn thing gets screwed in backwards.  So 150 screws later I have my potting table as well as a massive blister on my palm from the screwdriver-  it's very short and hit me right in the palm.  Hurts to do anything today, but that's not the point, is it?

This morning TR and I carried it around the house and placed it right there between the giant AC unit and the RAT TRAP that our exterminator has placed all around the house.  Oh well, you can't see that from any windows either.  
My new back yard, potting table just to the right of this, out of sight from the damn windows.

The other day my friend Maria and I headed into downtown West Palm and visited the new Restoration Hardware building.  We got to the top floor where there is a beautiful restaurant so we had lunch before we wound ourselves down the four flights stopping to look at every vignette on the way.  Very beautiful lifestyle floor and SO twinkly with all the chandeliers!  A fun day.

Then yesterday I went to the Palm Beach Fine Craft Fair but it isn't the same as it was when I wouldn't miss it for any reason.  There is a new group in charge and all the vendors seemed to be Russians or Chinese or some language group I didn't pick up.  The 'crafts' looked to be much more made for the masses rather than the wonderful one-off items they have had sinceI started going in the early 90's.  It was quite disappointing, but I spent the better part of the day there looking for SOMETHING, ANYTHING that would inspire me.  I used to love to watch the stylish old artistic Palm Beach ladies examining the items, but this year it was a bunch of old tourists seeming to just take pictures of each other in front of things they liked.  I won't be going back again, It was very sad to say goodbye to a formerly wonderful show.

Then today several of us got together to go walk around Worth Ave in Palm Beach.  My compadres were in a buying mood so I watched them drop a few dollars here and there to keep the economy moving along.  I wasn't participating except at lunch-  couldn't find a single thing to lust after.  Disappointing. guess I have reached the point of distribution from my old stance of collection.

On a walk this week with my old friend, she noticed an electrical station with a wall around it and wanted me to see the patterns on the inside.  I was thrilled she would show me but she said that I was always taking pictures of patterns and she thought I would like these:

Only three out of maybe 10 I took, but I was blown away she would know to show me.  They are all mildew and mold on a cement wall, so beautiful!  I think I have to fire up the encaustic plate and get at it.

A quick ARTY PARTY today, it's late and I need to move on:

 Lauren Ko brings mathematical precision to her baking, using elaborate intertwined patterns to form transfixing patterns to the top of her homemade pies and tarts. The Seattle-based amateur baker has been piecrafting for just a couple of years, she tells Mic, and if you’re wondering, this is her favorite pie crust recipe. Ko combines classic crusts with colorful fillings like blueberries, kumquats, purple sweet potatoes, and pluots to create her visually striking sweets. You can follow her on Instagram.

And I am off to the next thing.  Please come back.