Now that the Season is Over

I congratulated my Dad early today on the Red Sox World Series win and now retreat into a "zero sports" mode until next April. While waiting on a batting purchase for the Big Blue Monster I'm trying to loosen up my freemotion moves with these little practice pieces. At first I had wild notions of hand stitching it. I spent an hour at that this morning, took another look at the deadline and changed my mind. I can make my Janome do what I need for this piece. Saturday I got down to OHCO an snatched up 10 yards of 90" cotton then made a special trip out to Snellville for batting and soda ash - a dyefest planned if the thermometer climbed out of the 60's. It never did but a quick check of dye colors on hand to find a seriously limited palette so a dye day will have to wait. Besides, I'm supposed to be getting ready for Saturday.

WIP fall edition

There are errands to run and a baby shower to get ready for so of course I started the day tinkering further with this WIP that I started on last night . I don't normally conjure up work for specific exhibits but this call for entry "BLUE" from Translations Gallery in Denver piqued my interest especially when I looked at the things I have done in the last few years and found Blue to be seriously under represented. When I was little I always used every single color in the crayon box during a coloring session because I had this notion that if I neglected any colors, they would get mad at me, or maybe feel left out. Blue, I hope I'm forgiven.

You can't go "house" again

This was the house where I grew up in Golden's Bridge, New York, the lower Hudson Valley area just a short train ride to Manhattan but still very rural. I went home for a short and sweet visit this past weekend. ...and this was standing where the old house stood for 5o+ years! My brother is building a palace in it's place. It's an astonishing sight - the neighbors all slow to gawk as they drive by. I told Rob he should put a tip bucket out by the mailbox. He has put an incredible team of workers together to get this far since the first week of August. With any luck, they will be able to move back in before real winter sets in the way Indian summer has been dragging it's heels up in New England. The trees were barely thinking about yellow and orange! We took advantage of the balmy weather to break Mom out of the nursing home to enjoy a construction site picnic the day before I left. That's my brother Rob, my Dad (the ecstatic Red Sox fan) my mother Rose and one of my sisters, Kitty. She's a hair stylist and has worked a miracle on me. If I can make it do , with brush and dryer, what she did, I'll post a picture. If not, it's still a fabulous cut. Mom & Dad celebrated their 59th wedding anniversary yesterday. Whew! We took a ride up to see Jim's family about an hour's ride north in the Catskill area - it was wonderful to see them too. I took my sister to The Country Quilter in Somers to get my fiber fix and she became entranced with the ranks of bolts of fabric and put herself on the mailing list for future classes! A new fiber convert! They have a scrap bin there that should have a sign on it "QUILTER's CRACK" . All the scraps you can stuff into a quart sized baggie for $2.50 - I only got one but will send Kitty round to the shop to see what's new on a regular basis.

Blinded by Eye Candy

I'm leaving for a short visit home to NY tomorrow so I'll leave you with this.

fabulous treats in the mailbox

Today's snail mail was especially wonderful. These are some hand dyed cottons from the dyepots of Gail Myrhorodsky. For the moment, too wonderful to cut into but their time will come . (cue the evil cackle)

Artist's Statements - updated

Update - Here's the final version and thanks to all my brilliant friends.

"Mudmen Procession” is part of a series of whole-cloth, dye-painted and stitched works exploring the translation of simple gestures I call "arc and hesitation". These gestures commonly interpret as beings in various attitudes of interaction ; the similarity of forms and the repetition of actions echoing the behavior of humans congregating, as they will, like for like.

_____________________________________ Your job is to determine if I used the online BS generator to create this artist's statement, or not.

"This piece is part of a series of whole-cloth, dye-painted and stitched works exploring the translation of simple gestures I call "arc & hesitation" into representations of beings in various attitudes of interaction ; the similarity of forms and the repetition of actions echoing the behavior of humans congregating, as they will, like for like."

Jeez Louise, I should get paid for writing these things.

for my birthday I got THE CHAIR!

I had quite given up on finding a comfortable chair for doing handwork to put in my studio. Wasted time looking at pictures of chairs but never got my ass out to get acquainted with any of them. As more and more things came into the room there seemed to be less for even the notion of a comfortable place to sir and sew. When I got home yesterday afternoon I found that once again, Jim knew my mind before I knew I had one and had hunted down and brought home the Perfect Chair, one that met all the rigorous "must haves" and "gotta be's" that I must have been talking in my sleep about, and installed it in my studio. He also had a half pound of cooked shrimp waiting and a good thing because by the time I headed home from the meeting (more on that in another post) road kill was looking good. Previously loved and hardly ever sat in, it's the perfect size, shape, color, fabric - the list goes on. I'm one of those shoppers who most often comes home empty handed due to sheer pickyness. Jim found just what I was thinking about and made it happen for me.

the Baby Blanket Boogie

Did I mention that pending star is a boy? Here it is complete with stitch-in-in-the-ditch! This one is made for love, play, wash & wear and start all over the next day.

baby blanket time

Some fun being had.... One of my best friends is soon to become a grandma for the first time and these 8" sqaures will go into making a Wild Baby blanket for the pending star. Just picking out the fabrics for this one was fun. I stayed with the commercial fabrics for durability but the backside will be one of my favorite pieces of hand-dye that I've been saving since I started dyeing my own fabrics. If this side could be called "Sunny Day" the other will be called "A Sky full of Stars".

Two days, two finished

I'm running out of space on the design wall. Right now, it's seven pieces deep if you only count the ones big enough to overlap. I've gotta get sleeves on all these and take proper digital shots or I'll wind up calling them table cloths and tea cozys and bring them to the Bostwick GA Cotton Gin Festival. Jan Thompson & I are going to be splitting a booth down there on Nov.3 . All I have ready are a bunch of postcards and a half dozen velvet scarves. This is the latest of the whole cloth,dye-painted group. 45"x45" as yet untitled but it's one of the Mob series.

hear the trees and plants and critters sigh

The woods behind my house look lush - there's a creek down there somewhere - but we have been in a serious drought for a long time. We need a month or more of this kind of rain, all day, everyday, ending at sunset each day to let the earth take up the water and distribute it to all the parched life. And I wish people would stop needing LAWNS of all the useless man-made conceits. When we first moved into this house in 1998 the lawns looked like a golf green. I swear they were tweezed! Then I looked inside the garage to see an entire wall of boxes and cans of various chemical and toxic lawn stuff. I told the broker that they would have to take all that crap with them. Since then our lawn lives on whatever falls from the sky and dog piss.If I had my way, we'd have sheep but we are still inside town limits here. There's been a watering ban in effect for most of the state and people have been turning in their neighbors and going to jail over Watering The Lawn. Insanity. Plant something that will survive without artificial assistance! Grow Food in the Front Yard! Have a meadow! Grow rocks like they've figured out in Florida and Arizona. People in Georgia are going to have to come to the realization that climate change is going to impact the status quo but then again there are still folks down here that don't get that the Civil War is over and their side lost.

affirmation

Getting the acceptance letter is one thing. A big thing. Then getting an email with a list of the other artists chosen to be in this exhibit gave me pause. The works of several of these people represent, to me, the pinnacle of accomplishment in this media. Not being known for BS, I won't say "what am I doing here?" but I will say "holy shit!"

Fall

Two days in a row I stepped over this leaf on the front stairs coming into the house.I think it wanted to be immortalized. Once I remember to take it out of the scanner, I'll tuck it deep into the pages of an old favorite book that's gathering dust on the shelf. While looking through old files for inspiration for this rug hooking adventure I came across a picture of this fabric and was diverted to digging it out of the closet and readying it for some stitching. Looks like Halloween somehow. It's about 30"x40" and some ongoing cyber discussion regarding line in art (and stitching on quilts in particular) has me thinking hard about making a new approach to the stitched line.

Summer's end

I was still going in the pool right up til Friday but the night time temps have dropped off and I've been running a fever on and off for a few days. Probably something I caught from swimming in September. We'll struggle daily to keep ahead to the falling leaves until the cover can be dragged out from under the house and installed. The Braves just finished their last game of the season, their long-time TV announcer Skip Carey made his goodbyes and I found out (where have I been?) that Turner Broadcasting will no longer be carrying the Braves games to the nation. Sad. So far nothing on the upcoming season seems worth watching.

Hooking for Fun (no profit in it)

I picked up a couple of wonderful books at the library the other day and set about to see what all the fuss is about. I like that rug hooking can be a real recycling art using almost anything at hand, and I got lots at hand. With a quick stop at JA's for some burlap (shudder) and yet another crochet hook that I didn't really need. The fact that they didn't have a real rug hooking tool tells me that this technique is not on the trendy scale here in the South. At this particular JAs they are still up to their butts in scrapbooking materials/supplies and probably consider rug hooking to be a bit provincial like churning one's own butter. I worked up this little sample in no time and I like it. The burlap doesn't thrill me but the potential and the notion of using whatever charms me. I missed the chance to observe some pros at work at the ACA retreat back in March; I was too intent on my own thing and boy, they were intent as hell over their things too.

webwork

Come on over and see what's new in "Like Hotcakes". It was tedious as hell getting all them little buggers posted but if know one ever sees them, who will know?

the gesture theme continues

It hasn't taken a lot of contemplation to realize that this new direction is actually a continuation of a theme that I have been working on for almost two years now. The arc, just half a circle, is the simplest track of a desultory lift and fall of a hand. You don't even have to make the effort to join up the ends and there it is. Tongues, tombstones or tonsures, make of it what you will - it's a mere flip of the hand.

backsides and more

Friday brought great mail - this postcard for my new favorite crack house and an acceptance notice from Quilts=Art=Quilts for "Mudmen Procession". I have to think about how this piece should be shipped to minimize the creases in the acrylic paint. The backsides of my work has been preying on my mind but Rayna Gillman over at studio 78 notes has eased my mind about a quilt's less-than-perfect quilt backsides by going public over the matter. Given the simplicity of my stitching you'd think that the backs of my pieces would be fairly tidy- NOT!. I'm sure my machine is overdue for a professional tuneup - the least little change in thread, top or bottom, or needle or fabric, for that matter is usually cause for nests, skipping and other hidden horrors. As long as things look hunky dory from the topside, I'm satisfied. Then I start to think about whether the jurors are going to spend any time looking "upskirts"as it were. I mean really, if you went into an art gallery and started lifting paintings off the wall to check the backs of canvases you'd be ejected . I am still so strongly tempted to go ahead with my idea of making pre-printed stitch or iron-on labels for the backsides of art quilts that say "WRONG SIDE STUPID!" or "NOSY LITTLE BASTARD, AREN'T YOU?" or "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?". Think I could sell a few? I've been stitching on a piece started a long time back - it's been growing on me as it nears completion. No surprise that I had dreams last night about a variation on the same piece that demanded execution first thing this morning, I mean before sunup even. I don't know what part pleases me more - the hand-dyed flannel, the color scheme or the little 3D tongues standing up smartly and being different colors from different directions. More of this to come for sure.

The Day Job

Did you know that I have a day job? I work at the offices of the Handweavers Guild of America in Suwanee, Georgia. When I first took the job I thought "who knew there were so many weavers out there?" Now I know. Here's my first attempt at weaving. At HGA I answer the phone, do computer stuff and try to make myself useful. They publish a magazine called "Shuttle, Spindle & Dyepot" and every other year put on a gigantic fiber art conference called Convergence. The next one is going to be in Tampa, FL hosted by the Florida Tropical Weavers Guild and promises to be the Lollapalooza of fiber art gatherings. The next issue of the magazine comes out in October and contains the registration information for CO'08. This is when we tighten our chinstraps and hunker down.

cross-eyed & crazy

Limbo 38"x68" I spent most of today finishing the quilting on this piece which was actually late born last summer. I'm particularly pleased that each and every piece of fabric from that session has gone on to be part of a finished piece. That was a really good day a the dyeworx. Here is a detail shot. I'm not sure I am completely finished stitching but I'll let it hang a while on the wall and see what comes to me.