summer solstice= homesick Sandy.
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. Frederic Lawrence Knowles
Headed for the studio yesterday to finish up the cookies... oops, I mean "FINISH UP THE FUSSY CUTTING" of the palm tree fabric and get it placed. I am thinking I will just layer up the whole background part and then quilt in in parallel lines like a moving blanket (!) and then spend the time on the twins. I had only backed about a foot of the palm tree fabric with fusibles and I need to do the rest too to keep the fraying to a minimum. But all in all, i it stays just as it is, this will be a good one... she says modestly. But of course I will majorly screw up at some point TBD. Stay tuned. But meanwhile it feels SO good to be enthused and anxious to get back to it!
UNFORTUNATELY, on Monday there was a stabbing at the sketchy apartment complex next to my industrial center and the guy escaped along the back of my building with helicopters hovering and police cars squealing all over the place. (We do have a concrete wall running the length of the property but the back isn't protected at all.) I don't know if they caught the perp- there is some pretty Florida-natural terrain out behind my building- the kind of stuff nobody can get through. We got a memo that evening about how they plan to put a big fence up back there that will help secure the building. SO, because the joint is completely empty on summer weekends, starting about noon on Fridays, I am uncomfortable being there by myself. So I'll wait until early Monday morning to get back to work. Meanwhile I have my knitting here at my elbow and knock off a few rows every time I pass it.
And oh yeah, I brought the cookies home and managed to NOT eat them yesterday. I had been invited to a neighbor's party and was supposed to bring appetizers so I made a huge batch of little cups from won ton wrappers (because I was too lazy and it's too hot to deal with phyllo), then filled half of them with a shrimp and chipotle mix, and the other half with ricotta, chèvre, and thyme mixture, both quite tasty. Since I only had a tiny tray of mini cupcake molds, I baked off the wontons and filled them loose on a baking sheet. I stuck them in the oven for the 8 minutes they required and the damn cups all opened up. What a mess. But I'll be darned if I will buy a 36 tin cupcake pan. I think I brought about half of them back with me and since they had been out for the whole party I dumped them. What a waste.
Speaking of waste, er, waists...first off today we'll deal with some body parts~
Belly Maps South American photographer Sergio Miranda’s creative project involves printing maps on bellies. In these ‘belly maps’, belly buttons were featured prominently in each shot, and signify the exact location on the map of where he’s been. Titled ‘Ombligo’, these printed maps on the skin plays with the idea of privacy, and questions if humankind truly belongs to a place.
and more body parts...
“Marbles” is a 2013 photo series by London-based photographer Ingrid Berthon-Moine that focuses specifically on the testicles of marble Greek statues found throughout Europe.
Other interesting pieces from the project include open-faced Oreo cookies, above, where the cream has been carved into intricate cameo profiles, a shredded wheat breakfast sampler, and condiments wallpaper made with mustard, jam and sauces.
A bit more food:
Cheese Wheel Chart: The chart, which the designers call a “cornucopia of cheese,” is broken down according to two basic criteria: the animal of provenance and level of hardness that form a fromage’s taste and texture. A little less than three-fourths of the featured cheeses are made using cow milk, while goat and sheep together account for slightly over a quarter of the bunch. (The remaining sliver is made up of two select Buffalo cheeses.) Each type comprises four subcategories of firmness, with each example described as hard, semi-hard, semi-soft, and finally, soft.
High Museum of Art in Atlanta- Girl with a Pearl Earring is in residence June 23 - Sept 29. Live and in person
Using ordinary syringes, artist Bradley Hart injects each individual bubble with acrylic paint. The process is not only time consuming, it's incredibly complex. While his finished pieces are unbelievably impressive, one can't truly appreciate his works unless one can visualize the process. Below, see behind-the-scenes pictures that show his boxes of syringes, his make-shift artist palette, or one of his paintings in progress.
From now till March 29, you can see some of Hart's works up close at gallery nine5 in New York. Called What? Where? When? Why? How?, it's Hart's first solo exhibition with the gallery. From his statement: "On the one hand, the bubble refers to dots or pixels, the building blocks of the technological world that surrounds us," states the gallery. "Pixels on computer screens store our memories with social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. The process of injecting bubble wrap with paint in order to create one coherent picture, references pixilation as a combination of 1’s and 0’s that result in an image for us to consume. On the other hand, when a likeness of a loved one is injected into bubble wrap, the material’s inherent purpose is underscored – an image is being preserved as a memory in an object that is utilized for protection and safeguarding
gluttony, I should leave out the cookies for him...
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