Let's Get Together

copyright Bobbie Casey 2018

I guess I need to spell Gooney/Goony Bird whatever way I choose. Yoda said, "Do or do not, there is no try." 
so Goony is what it is.
This piece was created by me a while back. Before that, it did not exist.
The best reason I can think of to do any creative endeavor is to see it be.
Maker movements are everywhere, now. It is a great idea to get together to share the enthusiasm one has for something with other human makers. This is not something a robot might do any time soon.
There is a coffee place near where I live that is so cool I imagine it would be a wonderful place to congregate to talk with creative individuals.
To create in a vacuum is something good for seeing sub-atomic particles but not so good for human beings.
Let us do this?    

Pinterest and Goony Bird

See below

I found one of my art pieces on Pinterest just a few moments, ago. I am happy/not so much. It seems to me this could happen often. So, just like everything, it is all out there, one way or another.
This is a reminder to myself not to stress so much that it shuts me down, again.
I still wonder what is it? This world we have created is instant. If you know this like I know this what is there to do?
I philosophically consider the world on my front porch. I ponder.
Accept or not accept is like "Do or Do not, there is no try" Yoda said so.
It is not what it is, it is something else, I am trying to name this.
I do not know. Do you?

Found This on Pinterest

With Wings Clipped - Goony Bird #2

A Snap of Her
She didn't know if she wanted
Bird on a Wire
or
Have her Wings Clipped

She has been, for sure, my constant companion in all spare time available. Sitting in a waiting room somewhere, I had a stack of yellow post-it notes in my bag calling to me to do something constructive. Naturally, I took the call literally and began to fold, as in origami. A perfect square, hmmm. now what can I do with that? Well, that was the beginning point of this piece. I wanted to fold a curved piece and so it went. The body of this bird is a square of fabric thread painting to dignify the folds. It is lined with hand died red silk. If you recall a while back I became re-interested in tassels from researching textiles from the silk road. I have been making these using contemporary fibers and beads, etc. It is interesting to try combinations of yarn and thread to see if I can come up with something I have not seen before. One thing is for sure, I set up nothing but difficult puzzles to solve. My dad was an engineer and he engineered EVERYTHING in our lives. I learned from him to solve problems this way. 

I dye and make felted objects and fabric now and then and dye my own fabrics with indigo and other dyes. Shibori is my favorite technique to use in the dyeing. I also love to smash flowers onto silk.

Magnolia Yarn  drapes over her.
See the tail shaped by folding?

So, I can say that I have  many items in my stash to inspire an idea I may have.

These birds are a design nightmare, sometimes. I have to figure out how to put the pieces together and how to make legs, for instance. I spend time wandering the isles at the local hardware store and you would be surprised at the things I find useful.

Tassels for Headress
Silk adornments for the neckline

Fiber Paining printed on organdy
pleated for a comb

Knitted Habu leggings.

I hope this post finds all of you well, I am enjoying the NO SNOW days this year. I try to post now and then but lately, I am just working and care-taking wonder.

Eyes Closed

This series, "What I see with my eyes closed," might be like Borges short stories but in the form of pictures. Travel is the adventure, yes, living it in your dreams is quite a surprise when you start working allowing it to become a 2D image in light pixels.
It is like Forrest Gump realizing life is like a box of chocolates, you just do not know what you will get.
Whales, water, ships with sails, beach walking, finding yourself rolling out of bed onto the floor, Ambien is the culprit, I blame it. There is no sea in my bedroom.
Objects become real, sea horses, sea urchins, muscles hairy and black, toothpaste going back into the tube, lemonade flying like a pissy colored snowstorm, walking on water to reach the other side of the river made of perfectly raked pebbles, wabi-sabi messiness is perfectly alright, now you know for sure it is not real. Or maybe it is more real. Surreal is what I think it really is, depending upon what the meaning of that word is, is.

Instead of drinking or sniffing something lethal, I take the Beatles thought of letting it be. But, I do really suffer from insomnia. Deep thinking is what someone said I do. Deep feeling is more like the truth.
This is how I got to this point, my parents did not teach me what the Buddha said, "That all life is sorrowful." Gosh, I thought it was like riding a teacup, you turn that center wheel so fast and hard that you throw-up. You throw-up on your parents. They yank you out of there then take you home to take a nap and then the fun begins, again.
At night you say that prayer, again, if I should die before I wake; so you lay there and are afraid to close your eyes because you die.