I have been working out new ways to build three dimensional aspects into my work. The center (or in botany speak, the cyme, thank you wikipedia) was created from a shirt hem threaded through with wool yarns and then cut into short sections. While sewing the sections in place I kept wanting to pop one in my mouth. They brought to mind candies or odd little sushi roles.
long absence
The summer, that inevitably calls and compels me to be out of doors, is nearly finished. I canned the last two days. My fellow tight packer, Sarah and I put in two long but satisfying days all, boiling pots, scrubbing vegetables, and cramming food into glass jars. Before the canning binge I spent a solid week renovating my studio (check out the photo). I tore out some super stinky heinous carpeting (if you want a sample use my contact form, provide me with your home address, and I’ll mail you a bit of the raunchy thing!) and painted walls and floors. I am so thrilled and eager to put in some real hours in this fresh new space. My summer of teaching, performing, fraternizing, traveling, and doing home reparation is behind me. I look forward to being alone with my orange floor and my sewing machine.
2 bee in love
The feelings they had for one another were strictly forbidden by order of the queen, and frankly previously unimaginable within the context of their bee hive hierarchy, but the two worker bees loved one another. They met secretly each day in the blueberry bush, 53 lengths southwest of their hive.
drawing
This is how my dog looks with her hair brushed and a little make up on.
rabbit again
Rabbit was grinding her coffee and muttering some grumpy morning litany to the squirrel digging in her lettuce patch just outside her window, when she noticed one of the eggs was missing. She found it cracked open in a splash of sunlight on her kitchen floor. The floor cried out for a vigorous sweeping, but that could wait. Inside the pale brown egg was an odd little acorn like seed, with a slender oaken body and a fancy scaled cap. Rabbit took the seed out to her garden and placed it in one of the holes squirrel had just dug in her lettuce patch. “Hmmm...” thought Rabbit, “I wonder what will grow there?”
a compulsion
I cannot help myself, after finishing the Anemone piece (with it’s countless grey nubs), I am making nubs in other colors. I am sewing and stuffing, turning and pinching, little pale pink, off white, velvety brown, and rusty red nubs. It is ridiculously satisfying, as a typically 2 dimensional artist, to move into the third dimension. Each time I attach a brave little nub to my flat quilted surfaces I laugh manically. I revel in the ecstasy of generating depth and deep texture. I am sewing them to landscapes, tree branches, and curved surfaces. In my sleep I even sew them to my face and the edges of my cupboard doors. I am nub obsessed!
rabbit continued...
After a drawn out and heated haggling session, during which a pie pan and a pair of scissors exchanged hands, a fragrant rhubarb pie was baked and quickly consumed, and no less than eight new shiny items were suspended from twine in the cluttered branches of the giant cedar tree, rabbit was reunited with five of her precious and peculiar eggs. (It should be said, as the mere recorder of rabbit’s story, I have no real incite as to how exactly rabbit came to “own” the eggs originally. Rabbit is really not the egg laying type. She is single and both biologically and emotionally unlikely to be of the egg laying persuasion. Regardless...)
Rabbit lovingly polished each egg with a scrap of worn t-shirt material and lined them up on her kitchen window sill...