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"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Friday, July 30, 2010
Looking and Looking
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
What Is Done is. . .good
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Beginning of A Story
The cool wall of stone I sat upon at the park was where I met the strangest character. She looked as though she stepped out the door of Anthropologies into the world that it created. Her dress was ruffled and sheer with tiny chartreuse flowers mixed with yellow Swiss dots. The boots she wore were black knee highs laced with teal blue and white stripe cotton threaded through with apricot colored silk tassels. Her hat was a perfectly sheer white Panama covering her yellow curly hair which followed the neckline of her red linen sweater.
Oblivious to me or anything she walked in circles while singing a tune I could not identify but sounding quite familiar and enticingly worth remembering. It would haunt me when I would remember her. I tried to remember her. I didn’t want to forget the ethereal moment when she came across the wide green lawn and over the little bridge to where I sat. I asked her when she stood in front of me what her name might be. “Edit,” she said. “Edit?” I asked. “Yes, said she. Pronounced just like Edith but leave of the h.” I commented that I had never heard that name before. I, thinking it might be a foreign name, asked what her last name might be. She replied, “That it is, not might be, Button.”
Oblivious to me or anything she walked in circles while singing a tune I could not identify but sounding quite familiar and enticingly worth remembering. It would haunt me when I would remember her. I tried to remember her. I didn’t want to forget the ethereal moment when she came across the wide green lawn and over the little bridge to where I sat. I asked her when she stood in front of me what her name might be. “Edit,” she said. “Edit?” I asked. “Yes, said she. Pronounced just like Edith but leave of the h.” I commented that I had never heard that name before. I, thinking it might be a foreign name, asked what her last name might be. She replied, “That it is, not might be, Button.”
Friday, July 23, 2010
We did this:
Color My Life
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
New Works Ready to Go to Framer
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Prep for class tomorrow for Prayer Flags for the Gulf of Mexico
We will be sending visual prayers for the gulf of Mexico.
This is silk fabric which is dyed with Kool-aid.
You add about 3 pkg of unsweetened Kool-aid to 6-8
cups of water in a corning dish which is placed upon the stove on medium high heat. You can see where I stirred the kool-aid in the pot before I added pre-washed but still wet silk.
I added a little white vinegar to the mix and stirred.
Add the silk( make sure that you cover all of the fabric, so don't put too many pieces of flags in at a time) simmer with lid on dish until all color is soaked up by fabric (this means when the water is clear).This usually takes about an hour.
Then, just leave the lid on and let cool for a few hours before you remove fabric. Squeeze out the water, hang to dry. When dry, iron the pieces to remove any wrinkles.
The kids are going to draw onto the fabric with permanent Sharpie markers, things that they know are in the gulf, like fish and birds.
To finish, we are using white glue along the one long side of the flag to roll a dowel over once. Let dry and then we will have many colorful flags. These can remind the children to take care of our earth when they take them home.
Tomorrow, when they are finished I plan to take a photograph of all
of the flags.Each flag is about 10 inches wide and about 24.5 inches long.
I keep trying to get the marginsright, but it is a no go.
The point is to see how to dye with kool-aid, right?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Another Story Another Time
If you read the previous two posts, you will see that I made the story indelible in that what has been done has already been done.
Before I had a chance to cut the words into strips I pushed the magic publish this button .
Don't you just hate that? When you can not un-ring a bell?
Above is a work in progress. Everything I do is always a work in progress.
Before I had a chance to cut the words into strips I pushed the magic publish this button .
Don't you just hate that? When you can not un-ring a bell?
Above is a work in progress. Everything I do is always a work in progress.
I shake While I Work. . .Do YOU
See the collage in the center of photo? See the yellow butterfly on the antique silk ribbon from France?
See the tiny characters all snuggled up together? The size is approximately 2.5 inches by 4.25 inches.
That looks exactly like my bed. How is this possible?
The directions on the bottle of lemon and beeswax furniture polish. . .shake it. . .
See the tiny characters all snuggled up together? The size is approximately 2.5 inches by 4.25 inches.
That looks exactly like my bed. How is this possible?
The directions on the bottle of lemon and beeswax furniture polish. . .shake it. . .
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Never a Dull Moment
Never a dull moment around here. Mom and I drove to Batik etc. last week to find a bit of inspiration. Have you ever been to a better quilt shop? NOT! My mom used to be a quilter in her younger days. I am not a quilter, as she says so. But, I do use cloth. I create my own cloth, usually silk, which I dye, knit, weave, and/or manipulate in many ways, but this is not about me! They showed her how to make a basket; that is all it took to set her in motion. This is the first fruit of her labor.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Indian Corn and Sweet Potato
Sweet Potato Vine grows above the forest floor. Deep coolness
rises to where I gaze at the sight of "Indian Corn" colorway sock
yarn. Machine embroidery piece peeks out from underneath silk shibori
just untied and over the swatch which is my task for this summer day.
The bird songs remind me of the words of my friends who can fly
here.
I am thinking of Isak Dinesen. Her courage to start a coffee plantation
even though not of her own choosing and to make it work until the
end when the fire came after she had lost her love in the plane crash inspires
me. When I think of her insistence to dine graciously with friends using her lovely
china listening to the music and the kindness she showed to the natives who worked
for her all the years on her farm this is what makes a good story teller for she
had many stories to tell of her life in Africa. Her story, "Babette's Feast", is breathtaking.
I always tell stories. Most are not true. It is a form of performance art to me.
I like to see what happens when I set an idea in motion because human beings
are so totally unpredictable. But, I will tell you that today what I say is true...
rises to where I gaze at the sight of "Indian Corn" colorway sock
yarn. Machine embroidery piece peeks out from underneath silk shibori
just untied and over the swatch which is my task for this summer day.
The bird songs remind me of the words of my friends who can fly
here.
I am thinking of Isak Dinesen. Her courage to start a coffee plantation
even though not of her own choosing and to make it work until the
end when the fire came after she had lost her love in the plane crash inspires
me. When I think of her insistence to dine graciously with friends using her lovely
china listening to the music and the kindness she showed to the natives who worked
for her all the years on her farm this is what makes a good story teller for she
had many stories to tell of her life in Africa. Her story, "Babette's Feast", is breathtaking.
I always tell stories. Most are not true. It is a form of performance art to me.
I like to see what happens when I set an idea in motion because human beings
are so totally unpredictable. But, I will tell you that today what I say is true...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Indigo sky inspires indigo day
touching silky fabric listening to an interesting book while pleating and stitching
and tyeing knots for shibori fabric is a perfect way to spend a perfect day dipping into indigo vat trying to reach that perfect color of darkest blue over and over letting the oxygen do the job on this day before the big weekend celebration marked with blue and white and of course red
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