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Pears on Parade
I decided to use my pear stencil. I had just cut it with my new Cameo Silouhette die cut machine.
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This is the full piece. The bottom half is what I started stitching and painting on. Click on the image for a larger view. The rest are details of the bottom half in process. |
That's it for now.
I've linked this post up with Nina-Marie Sayre's Off the Wall Friday where you can see what other fiber artists are up too.
Last Day in Maine
Okay. So here I am in Maine - my last day before heading home to my beloved Masaachusetts. The sun is shinning gloriously, the air is cool and filled with the scents of ocean roses and sea salt.
This morning, as I was still lying in bed I wondered - if I were a realist painter how I would paint the fire in the ocean that was the reflection of the rising sun? I felt grateful that I am indeed not a realist painter and could simply lie back and marvel at the visual mysterious of this earth.
Several days ago I finished reading the book "The Sparrow" by Mary Dorian Russell. I have to take back all that I said. It is so worth reading. It has taken me awhile to digest it all - taken me a while to figure out why I was actually grateful to finish it. I read the interview with the author an d that helped a lot. It is an important book. Here is a quote from Entertainment Weekly - "Smooth storytelling and gorgeous characterization...Important novels leave deep cracks in our beliefs, our prejudices, and our blinders. The Sparrow is one of them."
I have learnt this week that I can make great progress on a project when I bring just one. I hope to continue in some way this practice when I am in the studio. Many people are constantly starting new projects because there is a certain thrill in starting something new as opposed to the druggery of trying to bring something to fruition. It is not unlike the thrill of a new relationship, as opposed to the supposed boredom of everyday life. For me the problem is too many ideas, along with the varied and different deadlines that face me on a given day. I realize now after this simple week that my practice of keeping all the projects I am working on out on tables or hanging on my design board while I work on one, may be overwelming me. If I had a large enough studio to keep them all in working mode it might work, or even if I had the room for 2 different design boards. But given the studio I have now I find that I am constantly moving things around to make room for the current, most relevant project. Wih every move and new pile of things I make I find that their state of incompletion ways heavy on me. I know what I have to do and what I want to do, I just don't have the time.
I think that when I return to my studio next week, I will try leaving out only the project I currently have to face for a deadline and a second project I can contemplate. Everything else gets put away or not even started. Jotting done ideas and sketches will be allowed. And of course my 15 minutes a day in my art journal.
This is the current state of my Gustov Klimt needle point kit. Maya Angelou is half read.
And the ocean is calling out to me for a final walk by the water's edge.
Mid-week
I am turning to Maya Angelou's book because even though I have read all of her poetry books, I have not read any of her autobiographical works. Her recent death saddened me greatly. So it is a kind of personal homage to her that I read this book now. Her voice echoes in my head. Her rich tones and careful, slow selection of words that punctuate the air.
Tonight the setting sun cast a beautiful, long grey, pink cast to the sea. It's beauty was subtle and almost meloncholy.
I always thought I would live out the end of my days by the sea, but my husband has turned me into a woods woman of sorts. It makes me giggle a little that after 20 years I still don't know the names of the trees, but I can tell you the shape of their leaves, the color and texture of their bark and the many shades of green they turn from early spring to deep into late fall. I can point out to you which are healthy, as well as those that perhaps do not have many years left. In just several days I will return to the woods, my busy life, the studio and the glorious acts of creativity I hope to accomplish.
Sunset
The Sea
This one is my favorite
I have been thinking a lot again about the differences between these three words: artist, crafter, designer
Any thoughts?
Vacation
My family is now all settled in for the week on the coast of Maine. Every year we rent the same cottage. Every year I wonder which of my growing boys will not be able to make it next year and thus will relish every minute I have with them. This year even the eldest son, who happens to live and work in this area, took the week off from work.
Yesterday, I worked right up to the last possible moment and threw together a few things when the kids were practically already in the car.
I actually take very little these days - a few clothes, a camera for family snapshots, the book I am in the progcess of reading and a needlepoint kit. Some people thing it strange that I would work on a kit. But the goal here is to rest my brain as well as my body. So I don't sketch, draw out plans for the next big project or even take artful photographs. When I was little my Dad used to say that I had an idea a minute. A slight exageration but not really too far from the truth. My brain always seems to be in over drive. So this is almost a form of meditation really.
When we arrived and as soon as I got out of the car, I saw an interesting flowering plant. The leaves were so much tinier then the flowers. It was an interesting design concept. So I started an immediate and almost uncontrollable train of thoughts that I would come back later to draw it. When I remembered that I did not bring any drawing tools with me, so I thought I would come back with my camera. But I am not going to do that either. This is supposed to be a time to visually live in the present. To simply experience what I see.
I believe strongly that as a visual artist there comes a time when I need to replenish my internal, visual bank. I can' t really do that well if I am always interpreting and reinterpreting what I see, the moment after I have seen it. I also see this as a time of mental and verbal reflection.
Working on a needlepoint kit keeps my hands doing what they need to do, but my brain is not trying to figure out if what they are making has value or if it has a design flaw. It occurs to me that perhaps if my style of creating art was to completely design something before making it, I might not need this time. But my method of creating is fluid and has a tendency to evolve as a work.
Plus I happen to really enjoy needlepoint and love the end results! Something about the texture and simmetry of the stitches appeals to me. This kit is a take off on a Gustov Klimt painting. Here's photo. I'll get closer later after I have more finished.
This is the view from the couch in the living room of the cottage we rent.
Oh, and the book I am reading is The Sparrow by Mary Dorian Russell. It has an interesting story line, hitting on many interesting ethical questions, Although it doesn't really address any of them and there isn't much to say about the actual writing - how the words are put together. It I isn't lyrical. But I am totally drawn to the characters.
More later...
Something New
Shiva PaintStiks Surprise!
Considering Options
good for quilters |
love my crows |
people are always attracted to pears in art |
the back side of pears - just as lovely |
I wasn't sure about this one. It is just so far from my own imagery. But it did seem to have a broad appeal. |
humming birds |
Appreciating the Task at Hand
Also, when I walk up the stairs to my front deck everyday I am only allowed to run through the loop of endless outside chores (including tending to my gardens for the first time in years) once. Then I have to find something lovely outside to focus on like the hardy flowers that have continued to grow despite my absence!
I guess what I am doing is forcing myself to live in the present a lot more. The reality is that all that hyper, crazy, mental energy is actually slowing me down and bringing me down, while the simple beautiful aspects of day to day life are passing me by.
So this morning when I had my cup of coffee I didn't look at emails, I didn't even read or knit - I simply drank a fabulous cup of coffee and looked out my windows on this beautiful spring morning.
Then I noticed the lovely shadows playing on the shed wall. Hmmm, how can I turn that into a stencil or silk screen?
Student Work
By Carolyn Haddad |
By Carolyn Haddad |
By Carolyn Haddad |
By Deborah Kaup |
By Deborah Kaup |
By Gail Tease |
By Gail Tease |
By Gail Tease |
By Kathy Shollenberger |
By Kathy Shollenberger |
By Kathy Shollenberger |
By Nancy Masters |
By Nancy Masters |
By Nancy Masters |
Last Days
The week here at Snow Farm is coming to an end. It has been an amazing week. It has been an amazing week. I now totally understand the schedule they have built in for the instructors. Thank you Snow Farm.
Here is how it works - studios are open for students 24 hours a day as long as there are 2 people there.
Formal instruction is from 9-12 and 1-4:30. Instructors can be there any other times but it isn't required. I am usually there from about 8:45 to 12:15 and from 1:00 - 5:00 or 6. I might stop in in the evening just to say hi and to see how they are doing.
Before I got here I thought I would just be in the studio all the time. Nope. You definitly have to pull back and recharge. I spend my off time reading or knitting in the common room, going for a walker resting in my room.
The week has been perfect. Today we need to cleaned up by 4:30. There will be an art exhibit of work accomplished through the week, dinner and then an auction to raise money for the farm.
Now it is time for breakfast!
Day 2 at Snow Farm.
First Day
First day teaching at Snow Farm went wonderfully, without a hitch or a hicup. I have 5 great students! The staff is wonderful and supportive. The environment is heaven. Although it is true that I live in a similar environment, I often hardly have time to enjoy it.
The morning air is cool and crisp. The birds are chirping and bright green buds are just now appearing on the trees.
Here are some pictures of last night' studio tour.
Time for breakfast!
Snow Farm - The New England Craft Program
I thought I would get myself back in the a wing of things this week because I am at Snow Farm - The New England Craft Program for the week teaching a workshop I call Textile Paint Extraveganza. This will be my first time teaching for a full 5 days. And although I live only 40 minutes away, I made the decision to stay overnight for the week. I have a simply, space dormitory room that I love. The walls are bare except for an up framed mirror. There are 2 twin beds and a shelving unit made out of pieces of wood. My jacket and robe hang on a hook by the door.
The only negative thing is that the mirror is hung so high that I can only catch a glimps of the top of my head - which may not be a bad thing after all.
This evening all the instructors made a presentation with a slide show. I had the most images and the shortest presentation by far! LOL
I marvel at the comfort level the other instructors had. I think I may always be nervous! I drank a cup of camomile tea in honor of my step-mother but I don't think it did much good. I am glad it is over. I know that once I get through the first couple of hours in the morning I'll be fine. Time for sleep.
Working in a Series
I'm linking this up to Off the Wall Friday.
Pop on over to see what some other fiber artists have been up to this week.
finished
since it is a fairly new technique for me.
Janome sewing machine.
A new simple project brought me into focus
Finished size is 24" x 30" |
All the fabric I used was hand painted white cotton.
The center fabric with orange, green and yellow leaf shapes
was a piece of batik fabric I made
using soy wax and Dye-ne-Flow.
If you want to see an earlier version of this piece click here.
Now here is the big clincher...
Pop on over to see what some other fiber artists are up to.
of guiding them through this particular stage of their art making.
they will have an inventory or bank of things to draw from and use,
without having to stop and make something.
Fresh, alive and so vibrant!
So it remains to be seen how I decide to go forward with this blog, and more importantly what I determine the act of blogging is for me. I have to be honest, I am not so sure I want to expose my heart and soul to all who choose to read and/or follow my blog - this blog.
Of course the fact remains that I not only exposed my inner feelings but also offered them up for all the world to see when I exhibited my figurative collage works. You can see them here. So why is this so different? I am not sure exactly.
But I do know that over the last handful of years I have explored the idea (and tangible items) of art (and crafts) for the sake of beauty alone. I have come to embrace what a difference living with beauty (and handmade) makes on our day to day existence. As an example, the experience of a morning cup of coffee from an ordinary store bought, mass produced mug and that from a hand made, expertly crafted mug that was thrown by your favorite potter is incredibly different. Don't get me wrong, I have always appreciated this fact, I just didn't think that those everyday items were mine to make. I had a higher calling. I made fine art!
My journey with fiber art, the onset of middle age, the need to make an income and life as a whole have changed that perspective. I'm turned inside out now. I'm standing on my head. I'm walking backwards while twirling in a circle. In other words, I'm having trouble pulling it all together - trouble making sense of who I am as an artist. All those puzzle pieces of who I am don't fit so cleanly together anymore.
The good news is that none of this has stymied my art production! If in my youth I was overwhelmed with emotion and finding purpose, I am now overwhelmed with my own production of ideas and work. However, now I have to grapple with questions like: Is it a fine art "art quilt" to hang on a wall or are these elements throw pillows for someone's couch? Am I invested in creating high end, sophisticated contemporary fine art or am I going to allow myself to make fiber art "products?"
You might ask, What kind of question is that for someone with a fine art training from one of the top art schools in the country? I guess an important one.
Okay, so the truth is that for the past 10 days or so I have been very busy making art, teaching, working at my part time job, mothering, wifeing (is that even a word?), writing for Stitch-It...Today, dyeing fabric, maintaining my Etsy shop and generally living my life with a tornado of thoughts constantly whirling around in my head. I am indeed confused.
The solution for now is that I am going to try to share more of this on going creative process here on this blog - both the good and bad - the beautiful and the ugly.