This was loaded on the longarm, but after a few hours of fiddling, I abandoned the sewing (skipping, sewing, skipping along) and pin basted the rest before taking it off the machine. I'll use my little bernina to finish. I'll tackle the skip another time.
I live in a small cape coddie, where the wall space is taken up by windows. So, after finishing the facing and sleeve, I wanted to see how it looked with normal furnishings. In the dark of winter and no curtain, it's a good solution for now.
After Thanksgiving , I've hours driving home. Enough time to ask of the problems ahead -- with this church as a metaphor -- shall I fix it, save it, or leave it for someone else? Good thing there is a bit of blue sky in the background.
I get to spend Thanksgiving with these two -- now grown up women -- and will not tell them they were once just two goofy kids in different stages of gaining and loosing teeth. For all of you out there, may you have fond memories of days gone, with hope for those days ahead.
This is the Harvest Tart from the Silver Palette Cookbook that will travel with me to Thanksgiving dinner. Except for the slim portion that was needed to taste test. There will be more food that we need.
A lovely friend sent this photo of a banner that I made long ago in 1977. I remembered that I was smitten by a book called "Banners and Hangings" by Norman Laliberte. I so loved the designs in that book, and had forgotten all about that period of my art work
Looking back on October's visit to Denver's Art Museum and this hemp and newspaper construction by Gugger Petter from 2008 "Dog Barking at Two Women." There was fiber work tucked in almost every gallery it seemed. What a joy to find it all.
It was a full house, and a chance to see old and new friends today at the Schweinfurth Art Center. I brought my first and last quilt, with lots from the past 36 years between. Never did a true trunk show until today, and I guess it went well. Thanks for all who were there. Lovely to see you!
This is part of the Schweinfurth's Quilts=Art=Quilts show, and tomorrow I'll be speaking there. I've packed 3 suitcases and will try to condense 36 years of my work in about an hour's talk. Come see how I do it! Sunday in Auburn at 2:00.
I've made a list (you know I make lists) of works for my talk at the Schweinfurth Art Center this Sunday. I want to take them all. But I have only an hour. Okay, I'll do the highlights. You can hear me Sunday, November 19 at 2:00. Here's the link to the Quilts=Art=Quilts show: http://www.schweinfurthartcenter.org/programs_specialevents.cfm
Before my hike today at Taughannock Falls, I started at the overlook to the falls. Looking down at the barrier was this mass of graffiti. If only I could quilt lines like this. That would be the way to break a solid surface.
With the design pinned to the design wall, the pieces (with the freezer paper templates ironed to the back) start to fill out the drawing. I've added in veins for this leaf, and mocked in the background fabric. It is always fun to see it become defined, instead of the blobby shape I use for drafting.
The Colorado Art Museum's ethnographic art is pretty heady. This parka from 1950 is made by a St. Lawrence Island Yupik artist from Crested Auklet feathers, walrus intestine, leather and fur. For me, the placement of the feathers is just perfect. Almost polka dots!
This leaf has been under wraps (literally) for months, and now that winter is here, and I've got some uninterrupted time, it's uncovered. The shape is derived from a photo a friend sent; you can see it small at the right. He knows I love leaves. So, this is my beginning, again.
I can't show you the frost on the roof, or the wilt of the leaves. But they are finally there, and I can chop down my garden and put it to bed for the winter. Which leaves me to seek warm, rich, highly caloric food. Evidenced here.
Susan B. Anthony made her life's work women's right to vote. I voted today on the 100th anniversary of that milestone for New York. And voted in the city where she lived (and voted in 1872) and returned again and again to refuel and return to fight for women's right to vote.
I'm back in the studio and facing the work I left while traveling. This skinny line experiment is getting quilted on the Bernina I bought in the 80s. It is that close-up and slow-down work I don't often do.
The Finger Lakes Fiber Group put work in the May Memorial Church near Syracuse, and we got (most of us) in a group shot today. The opening coincided with a pot luck lunch, so we were both treated as well as the treat.
Rochester, like dozens of cities, hosts open galleries on the first Friday. It is always a chance to catch up on the art crowd, and to see favorite friends' works. These are Judy Gohringer's, catching my attention.
My visit to the Denver Art Museum had this piece "Late Fragment (after Carver)" by Jeffrey Gibson. He has collaged parts of his earlier paintings in this work. Yes, it sure seems like a quilt -- and I was drawn to the collection of parts that became whole.
While in Denver yesterday, I took a walk through the myriad paths of the Denver Botanical Garden. The greenhouse had the super duper tropical leaves -- pure design feed. With winter (and more time in the studio) coming up, I'm pinning this pic to the design wall.