Waiting for rain to go away!

It’s been an interesting 2 weeks. Filled with highs and lows-frustration, depression, happiness and accomplishment. 42 years of marriage to the same man is a pretty big accomplishment.         The weather hasn’t been very cooperative on the days I can work in the yard it rains. Plants are drowning in the ground because there isn’t enough heat to compensate for the over abundance of liquid. My laissez faire style of gardening isn’t doing well. Cuke plants are collapsing and rotting. My tomatoes and peppers are still in the nursery sleeves. The plants were yellowing so badly i took them to the nursery to see if they had some type of weird virus. Chene’s path construction has been called do to mud-Maybe tomorrow-or not. The good news is as long as it’s raining he isn’t chancing the Great Dane by the fence and I don’t have to try an capture him before he totally annoys the huge dog and ends up minus something or finally does figure out how ooze through the fence. Thank god he’s not capable of manipulating time space and atoms. He’s still in the running at the fence and bouncing off stage.

The more I use soumack for lines the more I like it. It’s amazing how different the lines can look just by varying the amount of yarn in the weft bundle. It still is about half of the size of the main weft bundle that gives a flat surface and not a raised surface. I really like using just one thread to create really small lines. I think on the small sewing thread tapestries it’s really important not to create a ridge on the surface. Light creates too great a shadow if the proportion of the soumack to the base cloth is wrong.

Another thing that I became really aware of on this piece is just how much detail one can get in a small piece if you use half of the size of the normal wefts. This really allows one to pack more turns hence more hatches and hachures into a smaller space.

I still can’t figure out how to photograph the small pieces with all of the black. There is a shine or something that the black takes on that looks like lice. I am thinking it might be the flash that is causing the problem. Normally I try and photograph out of doors on a cloudy day. I think it’s time for another photography class on taking pictures of small things. I am fairly comfortable with large stuff- mountains, sky etc, but I think I get way to much detail and perhaps non-existent detail in my small stuff. I seem to miss the point of the photograph with too much detail. Just because you can do something doesn’t always mean that one should.

Marge has been ill. I miss weaving with her even though I still visit her. She’s almost finished with her desert piece. We have finished the cartoon for her Tyger and piglet piece. The loom is warped and waiting. Empty warped looms are so depressing. It’s like it’s time to out to play and no one to play with!

With the completion of Kona Pink— Kona Pink really needs another name. Pink has so many negative connotations. I have hated pink and all of its hidden agenda’s since I was little. I was forced to wear pink because I have dark hair and my sister who is/was blonde was always dressed in turquoise-My favourite colour. I keep looking for frills to sprout out the side of the tapestry and change it into something besides a colour study.

It’s definitely time to do another piece. I think I’ll use the colour study of the Las Vegas night scape to clear my mind for my next piece(grin, disbelief, and a little LOL to boot). I have this idea for my photograph of sego lilies, feathers, earth stars, whole nautilus, and a broke nautilus shell that has been in my studio for seems a hundred years. I need to journal about it because I want it to say something about the probable circular continuum of past present and the future we seem to be destroying. Each day seems to produce a pending cataclysmic event-whether real or imagined or reinvented by those people we call reporters. I can think of better names, but probably shouldn’t. How long before the Motel of Mysteries by David Macauley becomes an actual happening? I already feel buried in paper and digital bytes.

The size  of the new piece will be about 10 inches by 10 inches, because I want to keep it in the range of 100 square inches. The other thing I know is this piece will not have a landscape in the background, but chene’s and melanges. Some of the reasoning with this is that I can weave the background faster. A greater part of it is because when I am not filling the background with as much chaos as possible I like the relationship of the images to a void. The images will then seem to float on the surface of the void. A little, like the first five verses in Genesis, this has been defined partially by the following quote.

“Creation or the act of creating is merely the exploit of bringing about the existence of that, which initially was not. It is to make something be when prior to taking form it was nothing…which in truth is a manipulation of a certain volume of void separated from the undefined void subsequently possessing a density of its own nature to be separate from void.” Borrowed, stolen and or liberated from a commentary on Genesis 1-5 by prefprefprefhori

On another level as a “between” I have always been fascinated with the lack of backgrounds in traditional and not so traditional Indian art. I have often wondered what the correlation to those backgrounds might have to do with the lack of backgrounds in the tea towels and pillow cases that I embroidered as a child for hours at the feet of both Grandmothers.

And, Yes, Wednesday mornings for silver work is working out. I am signed up for 4 silver classes at the Puget Sound Bead Festival. The four sides are laid out and mostly souldered. The Peruvian Opal is beautiful and very complex in there silver bezels. It’s easy to see what is souldered and what isn’t. The brightt so pretty stuff is the unsouldered pieces. The dull souldered silver before its polished.

On that note finally it’s time to go weave and with a fervent prayer for several days without rain!!!

kathe