Carry Art

I have been collecting trees.
Each morning I walk the dog. I study the trees we walk past: sturdy, twisting things, with roots that curl within the confines of the sidewalk, and arms that reach for the sky. Each has its own character. They proceed me in the landscape like figures on a canvas.

When I remember my camera, I bring home images to prod me forward. A photo of a sycamore in winter became this wonderful image to silk screen:The spring saw me sidelined for weeks with flu. After that came my girl's graduation, then I was sick again. Finally last week I got to the Big Studio and began to print on blank tote bags as well as various linens and cottons from my stash. The trees came out, and began to dance sedately with birds and text:Then the birds became more playful, while the trees receded:
Finally, the birds sang all on their own:

I'm thrilled. These totes make art portable, and they help you spurn paper bags. Folks comment all the time on the one I use. You will find them for sale at the Boston Handmade Marketplace this Saturday in Somerville, and at Lowell Fiber Studio when we hold Open Studios during the Lowell Quilt Festival. I'll post them some at my Etsy store, too. Meanwhile, I have yards of birds and trees to turn into other forms of art. Can't wait to get to work.

Looking for direction

Sometimes one reaches a pause between efforts. I'm not just rusty, I'm becalmed.I need to grope around in the dark, asking questions. So one question is, how have ideas arrived before? I heard a composer once say none of us know where ideas come from, we just have a set of recipe cards, and we know, if we follow these, we will be there, working, when the idea arrives. This fabric arrived because I was working on something else --- initially this was the scrap fabric where I "printed off" excess ink. Then something started happening, and I noticed, and followed. It's as mysterious as that. Below is the professional photograph of the finished piece.
Today it hit me (duh) to print of paper as well, so I am off to the studio to explore new screens and try to narrow my inquiry into color gradations and transparencies. Probably the humidity will lay me low before I get far, but it feels good to have a path to start on.

Getting around

Feeling better, and remembered my camera today. The dog's walk gets slower when I have to record morning light:
Lilacs and roses:
And the interior of a car just like the one my grandfather once drove. German engineering circa 1955.

Most of the day was in the Big Studio, printing. I felt as shy as a girl going to a dance, it had been so long. Would I remember how things worked? I felt so clumsy. But one just has to wade in. Pretty soon I had fabric all over the place, and eventually found good ideas amidst the mistakes. I printed up a dozen bags for resale,
I brought home with some good fragments, and left more fabric half-finished, so next time I have a place to start. Now my brain's percolating again.