I came across two phrases this week that I wanted to talk about. One that I hate: "eye candy." I especially hate when somebody's artwork is referred to with that phrase. I think it is demeaning. Somebody referred to the book 500 Quilts as eye candy; I haven't seen the book but don't have any interest in seeing something described that way. Lots of definitions out there:
eye candy (visual images that are pleasing to see but are intellectually undemanding) "he wanted to put some eye candy on their web site"
Slang: a person or thing that is visually pleasing or superficially attractive and lacking depth of intellect or meaning.
'Nuff said.
The other phrase I heard this week was "the architecture of sleep." It struck me as poetic, although the subject is hardly that. It refers to the sleep cycles we all go through, but I love it.
The week was a blur till yesterday, when I escaped again to my real studio. Sigh of relief! I carried a huge bag of leftover blocks; many several decades old. I intended to spread them out, sort them,and see if there was fodder for reinventing them into something funky, along the lines of the Cinderella quilts I wrote about in the current issue of Art Quilting Studio.
Alas, so much for good intentions. My roommate Francesca was in and since we hadn't seen each other in weeks, we spent the first hour yakking and catching up. Then it was lunchtime. By the time she got down to printmaking and I sorted the blocks, half the day was gone. I found, after all, that even though I don't do that stuff any more, I was too attached to the older blocks to touch them. Orphans I had made as experiments, just to see if I could make a block from the Kansas City Star.
Fabric choices a bit bizzare but I love these blocks. The left one incorporates vintage 30's fabric I used to buy at house sales, the plaid from blanket covers my Nanny made, and some orange I think was a repro.
Some were pieced by hand, but most were machine pieced. I love these block patterns, too. Would I ever make them again? Not likely. obviously, the one on the upper left was from my Nanny's blanket covers. The fabrics were scraps she brought home from the dress factory where she worked during and after the war. So how can I do anything with them? The other non-vintage ones, maybe.
I happen to love this pattern, too - and the block contains fabric from an apron my Nanny made. But WHAT was I thinking? The colors are horrible and that green border has got to go.
Blocks with truck fabric left from Josh's first quilt; a bevy of assorted log cabin blocks, and a bunch of string pieced squares left from several quilts; scraps of the newspaper to which I had sewn them still caught in the stitching.
I threw the string blocks at the wall and then decided to trim them and sew them together. One of my studio mates walked in, saw these blocks on the wall and said in a shocked tone, "these are so traditional!"
Maybe the center of a quilt for Miss Emma to play on? We'll see. Two weeks old today.
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Thursday, March 04, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
self fulfilling prophecy?
Tuesday, Feb 23rd, 2010 -- A day that begins on a scattered note ends with the focus and concentration that you need. But even if you are able to accomplish a lot by eliminating some of the excess distractions, you still might not be able to find enough peace to fully realize your dreams. Try to avoid making a final judgment about the value of your work now. Just keep showing up and doing the best you can. Fortunately, you should have a more positive perspective within a few days.Today began on a scattered note, indeed. I knew I had to go to the studio but had no clue what I was going to work on since I have several large projects I should be working on. (don't you hate that word "should"?)
I got to the studio after having stopped to buy some of that brown rice green tea and brewed some right away while I cleaned up a little bit and took a deep breath. I stuck the project in process on the wall, finished adding to the length, and got to work on the next step. I was working on three different things at one time and it felt sooo good. But at 2:00, sleet and freezing rain made me think I had better leave for home before the roads iced up. I continued to work on one thing and have been at it all evening.
Jessica's father came home today from Fla. for a few days to meet Miss Emma and has kindly offered me a ride to Brooklyn tomorrow. It will be a luxury to have someone else drive. I may start to like the color pink!
Friday, February 19, 2010
It's a GIRL!!!!
Marty not only called the date, but the gender -- and we are thrilled to have a girl!! Even my grandsons wanted a girl cousin:-)). We spent all day sitting around while Jessica, Tommy, and the doctor all took naps - and Marty and I finally went out for his b.d. dinner to a lovely French restaurant a couple of blocks from the hospital. Emma was finally born at 8:55 tonight; she waited till we got back from dinner. 7 lbs - 2 weeks early. Yikes!Here, she is an hour or two old and hasn't even been weighed yet. Of course, you can see how beautiful and intelligent she is - LOL. And she stopped crying the minute she came into my arms.
We got home at midnight and think it's time to fall into bed.
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