Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Too soon to tell. No photos as yet.
On the sunny side of my mental street, my neighbor (who is moving) asked if I knew anyone who could adopt her son's adult cat - he was also moving away and could not take the two year old Novi with him. It just so happens that I did know someone who lost all three of her long time family pets within the last two years.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The ground for this one is a piece of what I think is linen but I could be wrong. Maybe I'll snatch a thread off it and set it on fire, see what happens.
Here's a closer look
I have been thinking about the pros and cons of stitching words into this piece - all that white space is nagging me to do something about it but I'm resisting the urge for the same reasons that I don't like to write artist statements about a specific piece. I don't want to tell people what to think and don't think my own thoughts should be relevant to the observer's experience. I'd love to hear from other artists who use the stitched words in their work. It seems to be a very sharp two-edged sword.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thanks for all the lovely comments about the pieces in the previous post. This one was part of a short lived creature frenzy that I went through late in 2008
back when I had more free time. All of these were done on the machine in a very fast, improvisational manner. Right now, the studio is a kind of sad place for me - I don't spend all that much time there. Just digging through piles of things as I look for materials to take with me on the go. The Wheel will turn.
Friday, November 13, 2009
This one continues to entertain me while I am at work but probably not tonight. It's Friday, the 13th. You would be surprised to know how self-fulfilling superstitions can be. Years ago I was a telephone operator and felt certain that there should have been combat pay added to our checks for getting through a full moon Friday night or Friday on any 13th.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Add to that a whole flock of vintage damask napkins and table scarves found their way into the dyepots today. For now, there's a dozen or more mason jars flocked around the little heater in my living room sort of poaching. I promise not to get up in the night and start hatching them out. Dawn maybe.
Friday, November 06, 2009
We didn't go overboard in the consumerizing department but Jake had the large talking Big Bird that came with a cassette player in it's belly and books that went along with the taped stories. His mouth and eyes would move as the story was told in his voice.Jake tired of those book tapes pretty quickly and we discovered that you could feed Big Bird any cassette tape. Strauss waltzes were a favorite and one Frank Sinatra tape would cause Big Bird to open his mouth wide and roll his eyes up in his head gruesomely. One day when Jake was about three I came upon him in the living room feeding Big Bird a bottle of Robitussin cough syrup. Jake had enough on his own face and clothes to make me call poison control. Big Bird was never quite the same.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
In the studio, two new avenues of idea and action. Above, a large piece developing with the intent of mounting it to a canvas. On the left, a new piece of hand music giving thought to an empty space in my life right now.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Without heart for much else, I have been cleaning and putting other things to work. I found some unused canvases and have started mounting smaller hand stitched pieces with acrylic medium, basically mummifying the fabric in plastic. Once dry, the textures are still there but the hand is gone. Hand? Given that we discourage people from touching the art was hand ever a consideration for this kind of piece? This is one of the Gray Grid series now up for sale at the Hand Music store
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
She started Firefly with me just after my birthday and she finished it with me curled in my lap on Sunday morning. I am sad beyond words.
To all the kind hearts who have offered encouragement, hope and prayers, I thank you. My thoughts wander back and forth between imagined horrors and the hope that she is doing what animals do - find seclusion, curl up and wait for whatever may be.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
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Play it again Sam.
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That's enough dithering for now. I have to get back to business. Here's some of the backstory for this one. I've put it...
I'm on my way to the post office. If you've ordered anything to date, it's on the way!! Have a great weekend. I got stuff to ...