I brought the work with me on my travels, and now the only remaining part is the sleeve, a signature, a good pressing, and photography. Not much, considering. I'm keen to have this in the box and on the way to its exhibition. I've other things I've got to get to!
Tool, tips, words of wisdom. That's me. I'm a low tech person, and this plastic tupperware has been around a dozen years. It holds all my junk for hand sewing. The tray holds all the parts and slides along with the stuff collected. I figure each side is an hour, add two more for the sleeve. I'm in the home stretch.
Gathering ideas for the next big thing? No, just taking a quick walk amid the collectables to consider inputting random things, recollecting memorabilia, and clearing my thoughts by bombarding with clutter. I'll start printing soon, and these new/old colors and shapes may emerge, or not.
It certainly seemed that I had a summit to climb. And from the look of the threads, I conquered that task. At nightfall the quilt was back on the frame, and I might just get finished with the quilting tomorrow.
I've no idea what John Adams' words would be, but what his body language is saying is that removing stitches from that longarm mistake is no fun at all. I'm back at it tonight, after about 5 hours into it. More to do tomorrow before I can return it to the machine and finish.
A lot of my graphic knowledge was learned in high school printing class. We were an odd bunch of students, but I gleaned typography, photography, printing, layout, history, and graphics. I loved school, and this must be why. I also learned what "upper case" meant.
Often, show photos edit out the room's interruptions. In reality, there are conduits, pillars, wall dings and the like. I've other settings with pristine museum quality installations, but this is reality. Oddly, when viewing, all the extraneous bits disappear. Must be the art is that intriguing. The view from where I sat.
An invitational show of all media is always welcome. There is a Second Saturday open house October 9, and I'll be there around 1:30 to 3:00 if you want to visit Studio 402 of the Anderson Alley studios on Anderson Street in Rochester.
Hours to set up, and hours in the quilting, the back of the roll shows just how messed up the stitch is. Much distress, then a call to Nick, and the words he spoke: "Follow the thread path" fixed it all. What an error; tomorrow is rip out and redo. Such is life!