Category Archives: Art

Beading

The thing that triggered my desire for a massive reorganization, was finding a half beaded  hair clip.  To finish it I needed more beads and couldn’t find the ones I wanted until I had done a re-sorting.  The re-sorting of the beads is done, and here are some finished projects.

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This piece was completely beaded and just needed the backing, but I decided that I didn’t really like it.    So I removed the silver beads around the lace agate stone and replaced them with the blue beads.   It’s better, but not great.

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The stone is more lace agate, and I thought the blue green beads would be interesting with this.   It’s not great, but it is done.

Here are some of the older hair clips, which I do wear sometimes.

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The one on the top left is the first one that I made, I’ll probably take it apart and re-do it sometime.   I love the one on the lower right, but it has a very big center stone, and is somewhat heavy.

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These ones are all of a a similar design.   My favorite is the orange one at the top, I love the lace agate stone in it.   It’s interesting to make these because the different bead combinations give unexpected results.

 

Fly tippings

I started keeping little books of quotes I liked a couple of years ago.   They are interspersed with little drawings, grocery lists and phone numbers.   My friend the librarian told me that such things are called ‘commonplace books’.  The quotes are quite idiosyncratic, just whatever struck my fancy at the moment.  They are things that I read, and lines of dialogue from movies and tv that struck me as funny.  GA sent me a link on fly tipping and that started me on a new conceptual art project.

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Rita Mae Brown in some novel.

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This quote is either by Ian Rankin or a TV writer and was from an episode of Rebus.

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Neil Gaiman in “Sandman”.   These skeletons and roses were a present from the teacher in a sewing class.

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I don’t remember the source or why I wanted to use this, but here it is.

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And this quote is for you GA, from Dennis Severs in “18 Folgate Street: A Tale of a House in Spitalfields.

I was at the store and some young clerk asked me what I had been up to today.   He was rather surprised when I said ” making art”.   I guess I don’t look the part.

I was excited about doing a new project, so thanks for push GA.   I expect that I will do more of these later.

Santa Fe

This time I did not just take an imaginary trip to Santa Fe, I actually went.  My friend was driving to Albuquerque, so I hitched a ride and we were off on the adventure.   After a stop in the old (probably not considered old in England, but the mines aren’t being worked at present) mining town of Trinidad for a Sicilian pasta lunch, it was on to New Mexico.   We followed Mr. GPS’ directions and got an unusual view of Santa Fe (note to self: do not trust machines, they can’t see where they are going).

Founded in 1607 near the site of an earlier Pueblo settlement, the center of town is laid out perfectly for defense and horses, but not cars.   At one time the plaza was actually the center of the town, with a hardware store, cafe, Woolworth’s, etc. but now it is entirely given over to tourists.   The full name refers to the Holy Faith of St. Francis.

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There are scads of artists that live and exhibit in Santa Fe, as there are a number of rich people (movie stars, etc.) who both visit and live there.  One of the currently popular motifs in art is crows, which I love.

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As well as other sculpture.

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The other draw is the quality of light and the architecture, which makes it easy to get interesting photos.

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The only thing that I really, really wanted to do while I was there was have drinks on the rooftop bar of the La Fonda Hotel.   The La Fonda is an old (for America) hotel, built in the 1920’s, that has not been modernized into oblivion.   When I was a college student we would come here for dinner on special occasions.

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After a quick stop in Raton (another old mining/railroad town)

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it was back to my ordinary life.

3 in 24

So yesterday was a cartoonist’s day, the challenge was to draw 24 panels in 24 hours.   I didn’t actually read the directions, possibly there was some sort of guidelines.   I was busy shopping with my girlfriend too, so this is what I came up with.   I did four pages of 4 panel stuff, but I’m only posting three because I don’t really like the 4th page.   They are sketched and colored, but not inked.

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This is the story of Miss P, she came from Teller County Regional Animal Shelter.   She was up in the mountains and lived on garbage and rabbits.   We got her and set about civilizing her.

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I made a list of other things I saw during the day, but I didn’t really feel inspired enough to draw them, they were just things, and Miss P is my puppy princess.

Art Workshop

I had a chance this week to take a class with fabulous quilter Jane Sassaman.  I’ve admired her work for a long time, she has a strong graphic sensibility, and she likes bold color.  I decided to do this at the last minute because I wasn’t sure how she would be as a teacher.  I needn’t have worried, she was wonderful.

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This wasn’t a sewing class with a pattern provided, it was a design class.  So we brought in images that we liked on the first day and had a discussion of selecting shapes to abstract into our images.  The next day we worked on developing the shapes into a quilt.   I wasn’t quite ready to commit to an idea, so I brought in some quilts that I’ve made over the years and we looked at the images that connect them.   She was complimentary about my most recent piece about words and said I should continue on with this series.

The trouble with doing something in a workshop is that you never have the right stuff, especially if you change your mind.   I started with a giant box of solid color fabrics, and decided that this was not the way I wanted to go.    I had used the image of sky birds in a two older pieces, so I went back to this idea.    It’s just another ufo (un-finished object) at this point, but I’m excited about continuing to work on this.

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Maybe it will look something like this, maybe not.

New art

I think that it is fairly obvious at this point that I am not much of a writer.  I tend to write short, choppy sentences and to be rather terse.  But, I did go to this blogging course and I feel that I owe it to my fellow students to at least try.  I also confess that I just wanted to meet the brilliant teacher of the course, I had no idea that I would actually have to write anything.  And that it would be personal.

Instead of writing I express myself in fabric.  Many of the pieces I have made over the years are fairly conventional, the art is in choosing the fabrics, how they go together.  Sometime things work, and sometimes they don’t, but you don’t know until you try them.  In the course one of the exercises was to write down some words as a starting point.  I have always wanted to do a piece with words, but this was an unfocused idea, I had no idea how to turn it into a reality (and in truth I still don’t).   I made a new list of words and played around with it to make this piece.   I wanted the background to be grey and to have the words in low contrast variagated thread.  It is machine pieced and hand embroidered and quilted.  I used wool batting, which is perhaps too poufy, it has a lot of texture.  I think it is somewhat successful.

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The second piece was a continuation of the idea, but with overlapping instead of concentric words.   This piece was started in a fever and is not very successful.  When I was working on it, the words seemed to be readable, but I used low contrast threads. It’s going to be seen from a distance, so the words disappear.  It is a single piece of fabric for the background, perhaps this is not the best choice either, but I wasn’t sure.  I added the buttons so that the circle would stand out, again I’m not convinced that it was a good idea.  I wanted it to be flatter that the other piece so I used a thin cotton batting  (wadding) that was a bear to quilt through.

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Both pieces are being submitted to a show next week, I’ll find out if the judges like either one, or if there is room for them to hang.  Judging is always very subjective, but it was great to be working on something new.  I have gotten into this particular show many times, but my piece for last year was uninspired and did not make the cut.

Art and Grief

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I just had time for a quick pop in at the National Gallery.  Not to see the currently flogged exhibit of giant pictures of celebrities, just to breeze through the other portraits.  First up, I was face to face with Richard III.  I can’t say I was very familiar with him before they dug him up.  History is written by the victors and he lost.   But he was the subject of one of my very first blog posts, written on my late husband’s site.   I admired that he was a king who led his troops into battle himself, not waiting  on the sidelines and telling others to go out there and get the job done.   Further investigation showed that he was actually a rather good king rather than a villain: removing arbitrary taxes started by Edward IV, supporting personal, property and mercantile rights, allowing bail for the accused rather than immediate confiscation of property.  I did a selfie with him, now we are intertwined.

The next gallery was even more exciting.  Anchored by portraits of Elizabeth I, the young and the old, there are lots of bog standard portraits of people looking rich and snotty.   But in among them is the most amazing portrait, done in the style of a graphic novel.  With Death on one side, and fame on the other it shows the story of a man’s life.  The sitter would have no doubt preferred a more conventional portrayal, but he was dead and this painting was ordered by his widow.   Grief takes you to unexpected and unknown places, and she wanted a different kind of picture of her husband.   It’s a remembrance of a life lived, proof that she did the right thing in giving him a good send-off and it’s her tribute to their love.

 

Art and Fear

The creation of art comes from the desire to express experiences in tangible form, transformed into something else.  Fear comes from the idea that the emotion could be recognized and judged.  This is a blog about random events:  life mostly, art sometimes, events, ephemera,  memories and absurdities.  This blog is for my friends from blogging class and I hope to publish once a week or so.