Ready set go

This weekend my bags, scarves and art will be up in three places:

Lowell Fiber Studio, Saturday and Sunday, noon-5

Weston Arts and Crafts Society's Holiday Show, Thursday evening through Sunday afternoon

The Stebbins Gallery, Harvard Square, Saturday 10-7 and Sunday 12-6

Thrown Backwards

The hard drive is gone: All the data, all the pictures, all the files. For reasons best not discussed, everything got overwritten last weekend. Well well. Take the disk in for repair ($$$)? Or take it as a heavenly gift to start fresh? Having just a weekend without the internet was a trip to the past. After a day of itchy withdrawal, a feeling of calm and focus descended. I rather like that.

Today I drop off work for a pop-up artist's gallery in Concord, MA, then teach. Hope I don't get caught in the tsunami of folks going from HERE to THERE on Thanksgiving eve. Also a bunch of scarves are waiting to be washed out, for the holiday shows coming the next three weekends. I'm so glad my sister-in-law handles Thanksgiving!

Pushing off from the dock

 

Finally this piece is mounted, painted, done. I love it so much, the message and the image.  

When I learned to swim, it felt HUGE to let go of the edge of the dock. Now it feels huge to let go of the literal, and the written word. But what a thrill.  A series of four pieces emerged this week, from the very last of the bird fabric I printed last summer. Here's what one looked like at first:

Here is a second, in progress. You'll notice the main bird already partly obscured by vertical stripes:

And here's the final results, several layers of paint later:

 

My bearings are changing. After years of stitching product to sell, I have begun to give fabric away. Collected, treasured, never used, each piece has potential. When it leaves my studio, oxygen pours in: room to breathe. 

So, a reminder:

On Becoming the Poet You Were Meant to Become

Many poets are not poets
for the same reason that
many religious men are not saints:
they never succeed in being themselves.
They never get around to being the particular poet
or the particular monk they are intended to be by God.
They never become the man or the artist who is called
for by all the circumstances of their individual lives.

They waste their years in vain efforts
to be some other poet, some other saint…

They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor
to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems.

There is intense egoism in following everybody else.
People are in a hurry to magnify themselves
by imitating what is popular—
too lazy to think of anything better.

~Thomas Merton

Thanks to Leslie Avon Miller for sharing this.

Clear the decks

My favorite bag so far. Large enough to hold  sketchbook supplies or make up, but so elegant The fabric is unbelievably soft. It goes to Etsy today.
 

This morning I CLEANED UP. The windows are now caulked, the laundry's hung to dry, the kitchen is clean (briefly) and the hall is full of bags headed out. Tomorrow I'll deliver clothes to Salvation army, fabrics to fellow artists, laundry to dry cleaner, and supplies to the studio, where I hope to print and paint, at last.

Two dozen scarves lie puddled on the dining room table. I painted them last week. Now I need to decide whether to over print, and if so, on which ones.

The colors are subtle. The markings remind me of outer space.

New crop of bags

I have finished some more bags. This is a favorite, made with the last of some cool polka-dot linen samples I found last year. The sun peeked out long enough for a photo shoot on my grandmother's table:

 

It's up in my Etsy store.   

More bags coming soon. But right now I must go teach.

New Cards

Four of my most popular images are back on Etsy as cards.  A card's still a great thing to send and receive.

Holiday Open Studios

Wonderful days brewing: cold, crisp. I've got new scarves and purses in the works. Double-open studios the first two weekend in December, Saturday and Sunday, December 4,5,11, and 12, noon-5. Find me in the spacious, colorful Studio 512, along with 6 other wonderful textile artists.

Concord Show Saturday

 Saturday I have my first craft show, at the lovely First Parish Church in Concord, MA.  Always a wonderful event. A couple of dozen scarves tagged and ready to go.

New bags, new shapes. Once I admitted I cannot, cannot, do the same thing twice, it's like flying. Several incorporate bird prints from last year. This one has an outer pocket:

 This one is a print of my Winter Deer, overlaid with textures during a class demo on printing. I like its asymmetry.

 

 Meanwhile, teaching stirs up the urge to explore. One "reject" scarf became the subject for stenciling with iridescent paint. Now it's so elegant I'm going to keep it.

 The same stencil and paints (Never wash off what's left on the brush) transformed this multi-printed piece into a finished sample. I think it becomes a bag today.








Meanwhile this gelatin print got a layer of embroidery and embroidery-like dots of paint, and one pear is auditioning with another fabric. 

These beg to be mounted, don't they?