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.

Signatures and such

Thanks to Tracy Helgeson for blogging about it first. Over the weekend I decided to dismantle, clean and oil my Janome 6500 which is well overdue for professional assistance. Doing it myself was the next best thing. Once I had it back together I started noodling around on my test sandwich adjusting the tension and such. I have half a dozen pieces either poised for shipping to shows, or waiting to hear if they are going and none of them have labels or signatures. This came out just the way I wanted it to: Now I have to get busy with sleeves for most of these pieces. Colin snapped this picture of Karma standing lifeguard duty even though it's a race with the falling leaves to keep the pool clean. When the air gets cooler in the evening the water still feels warm and refreshing. We are in for a spell of rain and cooler temperatures so I'm afraid the end of pool season may be upon us.

Summers End Dyefest

Yesterday I spent the day with my buddy JR who is here visiting for a while. While we were wandering around the county I rediscovered a fabric outlet I used to shop years ago when I was still working for AT&T. It's gotten some bigger since then and it's only an hour from my house. OHCO should be a whole day's adventure but in just about an hour we found enough to keep us busy. JR got some lovely lightweight decorator fabrics that she is going to learn to turn into pillows and I scored four yards of 100% cotton, 120 inches wide, for a mere 2.99 per yard. I scoured it quick and dirty last night with one hot water wash and Dawn and this morning hacked it up and plunged it into a soda ash solution. It's a light weight weave, not quite as light as lawn but not as sturdy as sheeting. There was little to no documentation on the bolt. Turns out that it takes dye quite nicely and these dyes have been hanging around in the fridge since March and so not quite at the top of their game. Still and all, some real nice pieces that will go into my badly needed cache of backing fabric. These are really large hunks...the blues on each end are 60 inches square.

GO BRAVES!

Braves stun Phils with comeback

Diaz's two-out, three-run double in ninth caps key victory!

THIS is why I love to watch the Braves play baseball! NOW we are having some fun.

RIP

Drunken Hummers

I think this is what happens if you let the stuff in the hummingbird feeder get fermented....

Time to Make Dennis Miller Proud

In response to a comment on the QA List< As if our current leadership is any less morally bankrupt. I'm a firm believer in survival of the fittest and anyone who mistook the likes of Timothy Leary as a leader deserved whatever snake eyes they rolled. I stand by that statement for today's youth. If you are too ignorant to take care of yourself, please don't breed and please don't come whining to me with your hand out. The strength, vitality and leadership of the baby boomers who came through the test of being Hippies, intact and better for the experience, is a testament to the fact that there were many more people who had a strong sense of self-preservation, self-respect and self-determination than there were victims. And since the notion of taking personal responsibility for one's actions has become a thing of the past, there will be no shortage of victims in the future. I give full props for the survival strengths in my character to to my parents who came from that Greatest Generation, through the hardship of the Depression and the conflict of World War II. They raised us Boomers like weeds, wild free and full of life, how could we NOT have become Hippies at play in the world they made for us with their sweat and blood. Thanks Mom & Dad for letting me have the fun you never had time or imagination for. I still look both ways before I cross. I wish I could have done as well for my own next generation but theirs is a very different world that is going to suffer for our greed and selfishness unless folks wake up and start making changes and once again take personal responsibility for everything they do.

the sandwich shop

Apart from taking a break to see (hear) the Mets sweep the Braves and have a migraine headache (is there a relationship here?) , I've been busy building backs from scraps and getting these dye-painted tops sandwiched and ready for stitching. I've really enjoyed the "Mob Scene" series and don't yet know if I am finished with it . I don't want to start another set of dyed pieces until I've seen all of these (and a few more) through to completion.

Going to the Show!

whoop:whoop "3 to 5 for Mopery" has been juried into Art Quilts XII: Current at the Chandler Center for the Arts, Chandler, AZ. Yesterday, Jim asked me if I had gotten over the concern (I won't call it angst) of selling off my "babies". I scoffed and assured him that was not the case but in this case there's still a pang over the thought that each time I send it off I may never see it again. Try as I might, the reality of this piece continues to elude my camera. If the sun ever comes back out, I'll take it outside and try again before I have to ship it.

New on the Wall

I spent nine innings with this one last night - building a back from scraps and hacking into a King-sized W&N batt. Please don't let me buy those pre-bagged things anymore. Even if I do have a 50% off coupon. There's something wrong with it...thin and nasty compared with the kind you buy off the roll. No wonder it was on sale. This is 43x55. Now that's it's up where I have to look at it, it's just as disturbing as it was when I first painted it. Yep, blood & bullets.

Ding Dong - the Queen of Mean is dead

What a miserable wretch she must have been. I'm only surprised that she didn't have her dog killed now so she wouldn't have to wait to be buried with it. When Leona Helmsley was sentenced to the Bedford Hills Women's Correctional Facility in 1989 for tax evasion she, and other celebrity prisoners, were at my mercy. Bedford, NY is right in the heart of celebrity ridden Westchester County. Martha Stewart could deliver hot pies to the prison. Hilary & Bill could drive 10 minutes up the Saw Mill Parkway to help eat them and probably do. If you are lucky, you could get run down (and not killed) by a celebrity in any number of small towns. James Coburn almost got me with a Jeep as I crossed (With the light!) in front of the Reed Library in my hometown, Carmel. But I digress. I was back working at my first full time job since my kids were born - a telephone operator for AT&T. The Carmel office handled a huge volume of collect calls from the inmates of the dozens of state and federal prisons that dot the landscape in the largely agrarian communities in the counties that lie north of the richer bedroom communities serving Manhattan. Unlike of old-fashioned switchboards (which I also operated back in '71) we had no control over what calls we received. The collect call from prisoners flowed into our headsets endlessly but were always interesting to me. Prisoners would often try to engage us in conversation outside of the scope of our handling the call - frowned on by management of course. There were perverts galore and no shortage of cranky bastards looking to verbally abuse whoever they could find - telephone operators were always handy. Dealing with miscreants appropriately was always a challenge. Many operators suffered from job-related stress. I thrived on it but it always saddened me when requests to accept charges were denied. Leona was another matter. She never seemed to get the hang of what was required of her and being a prisoner bound by the rules of the facility must have been extremely difficult for her. All she had to do was pick up the phone and say "collect call" at a minimum. Invariably, she had to be prompted to make this request like she was mentally deficient. Some operators took it as an act of defiance on her part and would hang up on her after the required prompt and 15 seconds wait. I was intrigued. If a call came in, and there was silence on the line I would intone "What is it you wish, Madam?"in my best Masterpiece Theater butler's voice, and she would mutter "Collect call." in a venomous hiss. My next obligation was to ask the identity of the caller even though I knew who it was. "May I have your name, please?" Her response was always eerie. As if she was announcing the Second Coming and I was a pagan idiot, she gave one imperious response "HELMsley". Of course, they always accepted the charges.

Archeological Dig

Part of the fun (?) of renovating is going through the storage to see just what was stowed away. Now the question is why some things were kept. I made myself a little gallery of things on the design wall and find that only one or two of these still speak to me at all. I foresee a useful life for a lot of this stuff. Art Potholders for everyone this Christmas! This little thing goes back to one of my first adventures in discharging (02/05) and it's lines and shapes are still with me. This fired clay mask watches over the studio. Jake made it while he was still in school. I think I'm going to buy him a big box of clay and see what happens.

Beastie in the Works

Ack! I ran out of the YLI machine quilting thread that I picked for much of the machine quilting in the foreground of this piece and rather than make a poor substitute, I've put on the brakes and gone shopping. I bought several spools when I was up in NY in February. Do you think I could find anyone on the internet willing to sell me only one 500 yard spool of "Foliage"? NO! but the nice folks at Country Quilter in Somers, NY (a total Eye Candy emporium!) were willing to pluck one off their shelves and send it to me posthaste. Until then, I have made the possibly insane commitment of freckling this beasts hide with French knots. LOTS of French knots.

Pool Face

It was a beautiful day. Cranky pants Debra Roby has inspired me to show you what poaching for four hours in the pool under the Georgia sun will do for you. Oh, I stay in the shade once the cleaning is done. Why encourage wrinkles at my age? A full day of R&R, dinner prepared by Chef James. His new specialty is sauteed spinach, garlic and pasta. There's a game on now and I'll watch it from the studio. Life is good.

Rain Dance in the Studio

That's us in Lawrenceville right over the weatherman's shoulder and he's saying "Y'all putcher heads between yer knees and kiss yo asses goodbye. Y'all". I don't think we have had any sustained rainfall in over six weeks. Eh. It wasn't as bad as it looked on the screen. Besides I was busy going through the stash. This is my flibbertygibbets container. Handy when postcard fever strikes. This is the part of restocking the studio that I have been dreading. All the folding and sorting. At first I was going to put everything out on open shelves so I could see it. Now I realize that I get sensory overload from that kind of visual over-stimulation. It's all going into the closet as soon as I can get some of those hanging compartment thingys from JoAnns. I had no idea how much fabric I had in those tubs and boxes and baskets. It's beyond ridiculous and I have to decide just how to convert this excess to something useful. This stack is just whole cloth dye-painted pieces and NOT the five I have lined up to work on . One of the cool side effects of this kind of in-depth inventory is finding things that have been lost. And then doing a little decorating.

beadmajik

Check out the polymer clay beads that I made at Jan Thompson's studio last week. I was fascinated with the bits and pieces that were in her scrap bucket and rolled bits of this and that into this strange little grouping. Great garbage, Jan. I'm afraid my Magpie brain went quite over the edge when I got a look at all the Shiny things there are to play with and all I could come up with was a little "pill rolling" activity like they do in mental wards. They make me smile though.