Wednesday, February 10, 2016

squishing of the wool

Finally got the lights back. went to the studio tonight. only one does not work so I am feeling pretty lucky.  

Not sure what this thing is other than earthy and will look right at home on the table runner

It is large enough to hold nuts and fruits and looks so organic that even a bug would be fooled.
Next I will start another table runner  beginning with green silk.
 Maybe a flower garden. 
I never know.

sunshine, coming home to an ill little ball of fluff

Spent the morning making a card. The sun came out WOW! Walked to the bank and post office, clicking and singing in my out of tune, unmelodious manner, along the way.

 Bought a couple of art works from our friend, Lauren whose plan it is to shed this mortal coil in a few days. Sat on a bench in the sun with him for a conversation about what may or may not lie ahead. Came home , My little bird chased me down and would not leave me, sat as close as he could possible get , every time I moved to see the screen he got closer. I petted  and stroked his feathers that are so soft they are  illusion- fed him rolled oats for amusement not nutrition, and at this point in his little bird life, he can eat whatever he finds interesting. Honey nut cheerio is his go to snack of choice, which he can have now that he is such an old man.
I could not resist the carnival mirror reflections in town, Sunshine so rare! And, from Mary Oliver, of whom I can not get enough , in this time of departure.

"I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better." - Mary Oliver

Trying to see over the fluff of little Picachu,  managing to get so close that my glasses fell off. He can do what he wants, We don't mind , little love stuff life is brief. A blip, a cake out in the rain, and we'll never have that recipe again

Saturday, February 6, 2016

death party, birthday party, men in dresses

This afternoon I went to my friend's house just down the street, for a celebration of life and death. The man in this photo , his life and his soon to be death. He has chosen  assisted suicide.
He craftily crafted  art things for sale to fund his departure , wind chimes and boxes and such.
Everyone  in good spirits,  ate,  drank,  bought his crafty bits.
No body can really wrap heads around his departure...
seems really  unreal- really.

It's LEGAL y'all!

I had just enough time in between parties to come home, make a card and a present for my other  friend's 60th birthday party.
More eating, and drinking.

Birthday girl on the  left at 60- on the right at 26, The guy in the middle belongs to the  death party but he seems to like being in the middle of  this birthday sandwich- I will leave him there.

 Sunset over the studio
Still unable to work, Power company supposed to bring lights back next week sometime. Thievery, I say!

  And so , this has been a Saturday to remember, I did buy a couple of "art" things to help dead man walking on his way- the plan is to hire for him,  a hooker, a NICE one, for a final snuggle which he wants and needs so desperately. 
Plan to end life - brave, sad, complicated. Glad everyone showed up to celebrate.
The sun did appear late in the afternoon just for this occasion. I's weird.
 He is a sweet, lovely, talented soul.

Friday, February 5, 2016

F is for

Every February I think that it is the worst on record and plan for next year to be anywhere but here.

So dark, so grey, so chilled to the bone, the murky dismal colorless everything sends me to the studio today, where- surprise surprise- the building's owner thought it would be a good idea to have the power company come and change out every single light bulb in every studio. hallway. and workroom! Changed out all of the carefully planned  special lighting that we purchased especially for warm hues and day light spectrum etc.  These special bulbs are not cheap!
I am sure he meant well, not being an artist, not understanding the importance of light in the studio- just thinking bottom dollar and energy saving- the light is horrendous! I worked for two hours this afternoon and came home with a headache and a glare stuck in my eye!
The power company took our good bulbs in a heap. 
Ain't nobody happy!
We shall see what comes of this, maybe they will be returned in good shape and it will be up to us to replace them all again but  the new energy efficient cheaper light , though may be good for things like accounting in an office or milking a cow- certainly not good for art!

Brighter than grey for sure, screamingly bright! The harsh bright that makes your teeth hurt!
Such an extreme dark/light place we live in.
grumble grumble
 Please, next year, let me remember that F is for February- Fuck February.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

go to jail or trim your bush

Every year for the past 32 years, our neighbor trims his laurel hedge very nicely, Straight up from the sidewalk , a little cave for the mail box to peek from. Charming.
He is a fisherman - goes way up north for several months out of the year, so was a little delinquent  in responding to the request by the city to trim hedges back farther- encroachment by about twelve inches on sidewalk.
He then gets a notification from the Police department with the threat of the city taking out the hedge, a hefty bill for the removal, a fine ,and perhaps jail time. WHOA!!! Dang, dudes, go catch some criminals- do your famous HAM police work, I hear there are a lot of meth freaks out there contributing to all sorts of nasty crimes! Too scary for you? well, then,  bushes it is! Badges well earned!

Needless to say, Neighbor, fueled by anger, in one day cut back the bushes, His wagon is  large  filled five times so far - results of  enthusiastic, anger stoked, hyperbolic trimming - all in one afternoon!

And look who popped out of the ground! ALREADY!

Some of the hips are hanging on, still plump and red. These are huge, largest I have ever seen, The size of apples, though you can not tell from this photo.

In the bay I noticed this unusual tug with  high wheel house, Not at all good in the sound, I am thinking, though wave action is minimal, the winds are high and could topple this boat in two seconds.
Tug fits into a notch at the back of a barge like legos fitting together, scoots the barge to wherever- wheel house is  tall for seeing over the barge in front of it. 

Dark days.
long, dark days.
water logged heavy from winter.

for dreams.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Natural nature, a wool thing and a valentine

Need more wool, lucky for me the shop is open on Sunday. I have loads of color, bright rovings for bright felting but I  used all of my natural color on  "nature" table runner, wasp, stones, nests and leaves...

inspired by listening to the CD of Mary Oliver reading her poetry.

It is a long lasting satisfying listen, I have listened to it numerous times and every time I hear something not heard before- I go deeper into nature/ life/death. bird and bug.
My studio does not have shelves for storing things, I rolled up my nature runner with the stones and leaves/ nests inside and hung it all  , out of the way.

starting another "thing" not sure what it will be, maybe a sculptural piece, maybe a vessel, I never know until it decides .
I found a cracked plastic vase in the cupboard of the cleaning supply room at the studio. Used it to felt a sort of form. Used wool that resisted one another resulting in an interesting natural effect. It is all experimental.

I watched a homeless guy walk across the bridge outside my window. Took a few photos of him but this is my fave, as he passed in front of the mystery topiary on the side of the granary. Nobody really knows how it came to be and who trims it. Our Banksy, not Banksy nature graffiti -Happy Valentine month!

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