Thursday, April 29, 2021

Beaches

 That's the title of the piece in the header. I have to dig it up and take a closer look. Try to recapture a little of the ease, the relaxed-ness of it.  


This week had the potential stress level of burning me bald-headed, but I've managed to hold the line against imaginary bullshit and future projections. Deal with stuff moment to moment. 

After missing last week, yesterday's aqua therapy session left me jelly-legged and tomorrow promises more of the same. Focusing on the exercises -not just going through the motions- will be worth the work. It's all about the Core.

The last thing I stitched was so tight, so overwrought it makes my hands and head hurt just to look at it. There are flames in its future. A ritual cleansing. I can't start anything new until then.
There is a raft, a caravan, of vintage cloth in my future. The provenance connected to my history. A strange circle of time and ownership and a reminder of the futility of holding Things precious. More when I have something to hold.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

the dirty thread trade...

 

...is heating up.  Not too many sets left, but take heart. Georgia weather is heating up too.

Although a lot of backyard gardeners are mourning the loss of a round of seedlings thanks to a near freeze, all my seeds are still in their paper packets. Smart? No, just no time to get things done.

After the success of last year's herbal horticultural intensive, I'm ready to try something new and have seeds for both Japanese and Ossabow Island indigo.

This Wednesday the weather bug is showing mid-80s with partial sun, so you know where I will be - out on the burning dye deck. 

I'm trying out some new production processes that, so far, are a lot more ergonomically friendly for me. Time will tell.



    Now that I've gotten the blurbs where I want them, I'm reckoning with a much-needed epilogue for Prophets Tango. Something tasty that will sew up a few minor loose ends and offer a taste of the sequel to be conjured up like a  Demon's Dance. 

This is the fun stuff!


Friday, April 23, 2021

Spill

 

I had a hard time photographing this one when it was dry. There's a green glow that the camera just doesn't pick up. Maybe it's my eyes.

I'll dig around for its provenance and original title, then repost pictures of it dry. 

It was on the floor in the closet. Seemed to be asking for action, so I tossed it in the washer. Warm water, a little detergent, gentle cycle. 

My only concern is that the gold had a trace of metallic in it but acrylic paint will outlive cockroaches. I'll know more when it's dry.



Found these pictures taken prior to shipping. My old Canon A95 was a gem when it came to getting colors right.  My cell phone, not so much, and I hate fiddling with filters. It feels like cheating.



Update. Seems like "Spill"  (56x43 2011), has done a little traveling. I should have kept better track of this stuff.

August 11 - September 10, 2011

ART QUILTS LOWELL 2011: The Sea
An exhibition of the finest art quilts in Canada and the United States. This year the theme is "The Sea".

Opening Reception: Saturday, August 13, 3 - 5 pm, during the Lowell Quilt Festival.

Juror: Gerald Roy, Member, Executive Board, National Quilt Museum, Paducah, KY; Chair, Acquisitions Committee; Member, of National Advisory Board, Administrator, Quilt Appraisal Certification Program - American Quilters Society, Paducah, KY; Acquisitions Board: New England Quilt Museum, Lowell, MA.

Today, quilts are finally overcoming their old-fashioned reputation. Once perceived as blocklike, follow-the-rules fabric sandwiches, contemporary art quilts — with the emphasis on art — break the conventional code.


The quilt artist seeks to innovate by applying art principles and art experience from other areas like drawing, painting, and sculpting as well as working with the tactile richness of fabric and adding the textures of quilting stitches.

As defined by The Art Quilt Association, "The contemporary art quilt is an original exploration of a concept rather than a traditional pattern. It experiments with textile manipulation, color, texture, and a diversity of mixed media." 

The concept for this year's Art Quilts Lowell at the Brush Gallery in Lowell is The Sea and there is a remarkable breadth of interpretation and media by 31 artists from all over the US and Canada.

 

This Year's Artists

Betty Busby - NM
Victoria Carr - MA
Gerrie Congdon - OR
Lisa M. Corson - CT
Nancy Crasco - MA
Grace Errea - CA
Diane Franklin - MA
Sandy Gregg - MA
Carol Anne Grotrian - MA
Beverly Hertler - NJ
Rosemary Hoffenberg - MA
Lauren Horowitz - NY
Janice Jones - MA
Deborah Lacativa - GA
Susan Lenz - SC

Ingrid Lincoln - Manitoba
Valerie Maser-Flanagan - MA
Jeanelle McCall - TX
Lorie McCown - VA
Penny Prudden Myles - MA
Suzanne R. Neusner - NY
Gay Ousley - TX
Gladys A. Perkins - MA
Wen Redmond - NH
Susan M. Rouleau - SD
Norma Schlager - CT
Carolyn Spiegel - NY
Pamela A Stanton - MA
Carol Ann Waugh - CO
Diane Wright - CT
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Thursday, April 22, 2021

beleaguered


Charlie and I both had sore throats over the weekend. His was bad enough to stay home from school and have a doctor verify that it was not strep. "Just something viral going around" is not the comfort that it was back in the day.  Still, with coddling and cartoons, he's bounced back. Me, a step behind him.



In the midst of this, I was trying to finish up the three blurbs I need for the book, one for each Season. Imagine trying to sum up 300 pages in under 200 words. Advertising - that's all it is - is a mind game that will make you crazy. Now I know what Don Draper's problem really was.               

I stared at a blank page for four days just trying to come up with one or two sentences. When I gave up looking, the solution crept into a dream. I scribble a few words on the back of my voided stimulus check. I think I've got it. 

Then my laptop went belly up! Refusing to succumb to planned obsolescence, I dug in my heels, protected my files, and turned that balky bitch inside out. Delete this, copy that, and download a WTF while I'm at it. The damn thing actually reverted to Windows 7 from 10. Devils inside?  I fixed it, but I'll never trust it again. As soon as I have a real hour, I'm getting after the restoration of that Remington Model 1. 


Let's add a little more drama. We have MOLD downstairs. No shit! Doesn't everyone in Georgia have mold somewhere? The Mold Men will be here to suck it up on Monday. All this mess in service of an attempt at a mortgage refinance. Fun and games with numbers on paper. I'd rather eat dirt.


Today I managed to get a few more sets of thread up in the store and Fat Baggies are back.

SOLD🌞CC
T

Monday, April 19, 2021

sky watching

 For those of you who don't waste time on FB, I post these most evenings. Colin works at a small airport nearby with the best views of the sky. These were taken minutes apart. 

One of these nights, I'm going up there with a camp chair and just sit out on the ramp and watch. Wait for the moon to rise and the stars to come out.