lost wip

Thanks to a reader somewhere in the Netherlands for reminding me why I left this hanging on the design wall for so long. I took it down, folded the elements together in  a small bundle and put it.....where?

Since I moved my day job office into the studio I have literally turned my back on the room and it's in major chaos. I remind myself of the notion of moving a mountain with a teaspoon - one moment you look up and it's gone. Somewhere in the mountain this little bundle awaits further action.

PS- Judy, I found it intact!

Buggy excitement stewing in Georgia

While I was looking for something else, I came across a box of oatmeal that's been the happy home of a host of bugs since it was opened a while ago. There was also a batch of sorrowful cloth soaking in the soda ash just waiting to be raptured. I put them all together with a little magic and dye powder and this time tomorrow we'll see what's brewed up in all this heat and humidity.

survivors

Here are the tadpoles that Colin vacuumed up out of the pool. They are living in a 40 gallon container at the edge of the woods. I sincerely hope that they head for the creek when they climb over the side, and not the pool where they started. No doubt I'll be cursing them once they are screaming through the night with their parents, still, more frogs=less mosquitoes.

more QN thoughts

Thanks to Deidre Adams for posting a fine overview of QN 2011. When I first attended QN the biggest impression I got from seeing the quilts in person was the impact of the sheer size of  the majority of the pieces.

This time my impressions are the overall confidence and intent of the art. Because of the rule about keeping these works unpublished before the judging, I imagine that many of them were created with only this venue in mind.
 
It makes me wonder about my own level of confidence as I imagine designing and building several significant pieces with no input from anyone at all - a secret undertaking with no one to confide in except the mirror which could easily be a font of delusional bullshit!  I am so accustomed to sharing my process and where it takes me that working under cover like that looks like a grim, joylessness sentence. And just imagine getting rejected, three for three, after spending two years in that solitary cell. All the more reason to congratulate all the participants once again.

Sunday

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It's not all drudgery! Put some old cloth into the soda ash soup in preparation for discharge experiments. Spent some time in the pool and sun today, burned up some burgers and kabobs, lingered over the NY Times and finished rolling up the latest batch of magic cloth burritos. In a little while Jim and I will be leaving for Turner Field to see the Braves play the Reds. Woo woo...Night games!

ps- it's really great when the home team wins!

Go Judy!!

This is my friend Judy Martin with her entry at Quilt National.

For those who might not know, getting into QN is the Holy Grail for art quilters.
 
The only shot that would be more perfect would be to see her with this quilt wrapped around her shoulders in a big hug.

Congratulations Judy!

Like Hotcakes..

The first four of the Magic Cloth Burritos are sold out !(thanks to Jude banging the drum). this seems to be a popular way of adding some zip to the stash.

I've posted a few new sets and plan on makin' yer eyes bleed with more tomorrow. Stay tuned.

commitment & magic burritos

commitment...Isn't that getting sent to Wingdale (NY) or Milledgeville (GA)..I'm sure every state has one, the famed nuthouse.
My mother used to say "You kids are going to drive me to Wingdale!" and I'd smart off and say "Give me the car keys".


No, this is a different kind of  commitmen- the kind that makes me feel like someone is chasing me around the paddock, bridle in hand, but I'll get over it.

A map, compass and destination are good things sometimes.  Since I've been a rudderless boat lately I've signed up for a class - Jude Hill's "Cloth Whispering - the Magic Diaries" and before I really even know what's going on I'm rummaging through the cloth, new and old, to see which ones will be a part of the process.

I've set a side a growing group of pieces that will not be coming to my dance and have decided to share them like this. Each roll has 8 to 10 layers each piece approximately 3" by 18" or more - damask, huck, muslin, broadcloth, all chose for that certain spark that sets things off. Some edges are torn and others cut. As smaller pieces get used up, I'll be substituting other pieces of cloth.

I'll be posting them for sale here

signs

One of the many reasons why I love my husband.

When I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen this morning this was on the table...darling, the coffee was weak this morning but the magic was strong. thank you.

An overnight guest entertained the cat posse from a safe resting spot on the kitchen ceiling.

I took her outside where she shivered in my hand for a long minute reading the lines on my palm with apparent excitement....



and then flew away to get on with her Luna day.

done for now

Some for building with, some for sharing...I'm glad, for the moment to not have cloth hanging around waiting to be worked on. Many of these will be further transformed but for now I want to refocus on making something out of all this raw material.

There are projects to work on, deadlines looming, backburner ideas that are beginning to smoke and a change of pace is called for.

morning filled with color

The morning is filled with color and promise, started this time yesterday in certain faith that this world and the people in it - (although we, most all of us, need some work) - would still be spinnin' and scratchin' today.

 

I am grateful that my new neighbors are early risers/doers. They put two large cages full of parakeets out in the yard yesterday and someone is hard at work power washing the Florida room they lived in at the same time I am hosing  and bashing pots out on our deck.