Busy! Busy! Busy! Running in circles. I cannot believe how much time I have spent in front of the computer in the last couple of weeks. The good news is I have been weaving and weaving a lot. I should finish my new or next piece by tomorrow evening.
Bedazzled -Asa’s Rocks
So sought after-Small Expressions
I’ll get my Bedazzled and Small Expression pieces off tomorrow to Convergeance. then all I need to do is decide if I am going to try and do another piece before my Small Things at Village Wools. The next piece is thought and drawn out. It’s a simple background of mixed blacks and dark colours with hazmat symbols and a broken Nautilus shell-the future. I am working on prehistory right now. Sego Lilies and earthstars. The oldest of things.
Received the new ATB8 catalogue today. The Catalogues seem to just keep getting better and better. Of course, I am probably going to be the only one who notices I left off my MAIS in Craft Design, History, CTRA and economics degree. My fault not theirs.
So Sought After So Many Chances
Lucked out and found an Oaxaca rug a few days ago. It’s background colour is a lovely turquoise. I really like this detail of the band in over shot and floats.
Sometime in the future I want to weave a design that is poly chronic and related to Einsteins theory of relativity mixed in with or related to the philosophy of non backgrounds of the truly horrific cutsey-ly designed tea towels each with a crocheted border that both of my Grandmother’s had me embroider endlessly. Were they truly about the love for home and of decorating ones home and making it a home or were they really about killing time-literally? I always wondered if that tiny dinky needle could be pegged through the art of the vampiric designer of those cutesy thingies that seemed to be so necessary to ones survival as a “good homemaker”. Or maybe the act of creating was like having bound feet. A show of not needing to do anything-a show of wealth and upper class ism. Even though “it” was needful to always keep ones hands busy at all times. I always wondered why since both Grandmother’s encouraged me to run a muck-but always tastefully and with mindfulness. This stuff or statements of my skill at embroidering mindless things without backgrounds were always meant for my hope chest. In real life with 3 males in the house it was always a battle to keep them pristine and not turned in clean up rags. I keep thinking that there has to be a relationship to the non backgrounds that my native American Grandmother was so fond of and one sees in Native American art and tea towel art and or fribbles. Which in some ways has influenced me not to think that back grounds are terribly important to a design. AND, I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have something to do with my horii vacuii that often invades my designs. Perhaps in protest of voids. True paradoxes.
It is no wonder that I that artistic statements are anything but a creator of confusing and disbelief for me. I wonder about there worth unless they are very very long-too long for the average person to wade through. They always feel like such an invasion of privacy to me. Why can’t the work stand on its own. How does one write about the lunacy and all of the elements that influence us to do a medium as slow as tapestry. I always seem to end up humming excerpts from West Side Story such as Officer Krupke. Yet, on the other hand I can spend days and weeks writing in my journal about why, how and what a tapestry is all about. It’s not that I don’t like to write. I think-maybe- it’s about putting something so personal out there for everyone else to see and read. Perhaps giving up a piece of myself.
Black Hawk Lakota ledger Art-definitely not a fribble, but the style was influential to my Grandmother- This was on Wikipedia and for this particular piece copyright has run out.
It is amazingly warm in the top part of the studio today-around 92 degrees and barely 70 in the bottom floor of the studio and around 80 out of doors. My garden is finally starting to look like it might survive-about time. A lot of the plants are really rather battered looking. Do bad it brings out the sticky bind weed. Chene’ tried to chase and attack a pit bull the length of the fence and became so entangled that by the time I tried to retrieve him he couldn’t move. Served him right and me hours of picking burrs out of all that fur.
Had lunch with Kathy on Friday and attended the “drunken barbecue” for a few hours. Yes, it was at the Off Center one of my favourite places in Salem. On Saturday we attended the “Drunken Barbecue.” Perhaps the other stuff happened after we left. It was really fun see Arjay, Scott, Star and the rest of the crowd. I so miss not having them all closer. It was all rather mellow-not quite like the past and many more children. What is it they say nothing like reformed…So tamed now. Guess that’s what happens when the children begin to out number the adults or supposed adults.
Haven’t done much actual silver work for a while. Unless one calls chasing down and purchasing tools for my upcoming classes silver work. Did clean and polish one of my garage sale finds. It was an opal and gold ring that I bought for 10 cents at a garage sale. It had these funny dark little balls on each side of the opal. While I was cleaning the ring with a pick I discovered that the two small balls on each side were incredibly dirty. When I finished I discovered at the center of the balls two small diamonds. Talk about magical when I picked at the ball and tried to shine it. So suprising.
Couple of days ago we had a lunar eclipse I was all jazzed to wake up and take pictures. But, decided when the cloak bellowed while trying to wake me up up and get at it that I would rather sleep through it so I did. So much for adding those photo’s to my weaving. Funny what working 12 hours a day on paper work and weaving will do ones goals and good indentations. Meant to say good intentions.
Okay it’s time to weave.