Posts tagged ‘patchwork’

April 23, 2010

PostScript

The era of the giant question mark

looking back on the past 3 years is a rather dangerous one – but luckily with a relative age comes a relative perspective.  however imperfect, i climb back onto the creative saddle.  use it or lose it!  don’t mess with the mojo.

switching from the conceptual to the [ ____ ] *

* i don’t know how to describe my ‘regular’ or ‘nonacademic’ art – not for lack of concept, but the intent of forming differs enormously.  in honour of the project i contribute to whenever i please, so is my practice, BEDLAMIC.

sometime when i was working in the shawn b murphy studio i drafted up the original ‘or something’ banner out of butcher paper.  scrapping the script, i opted for block letters in black cotton on mixed textile patchwork.

or something banner phase 1

[clicking makes the picture grow to epic proportions]

this is not a thing, it is just a thing. i thought it would be … ‘fun’ or ‘funny’. or something. get it? 100% appropriate.

while i was switching applique colours, i noticed i kept resting my needle on the table or sticking it in a scrap fabric, making me lose the blasted thing more often than not.  i thought, why don’t i have a proper pincushion?  ive made on before but it keeps all my large tapestry needles now and my hack stuffing job makes it kinda crappy.  so right then and there i whipped up this little bad boy.

pin shadowe

this dude’s about 2″x2″, with a small waistband elastic going across allowing me to do this

if you liked it then you should have put a pincushion ring on it

I TELL YOU THIS LITTLE UNVENTION OF MINE HAS MADE ME WANT TO PIN THINGS WITH ABANDON. SEE THESE FABRICS? WANNA SEW EM TOGETHER? I GOT PINS, ON MY HAND. BACK THE FUCK UP SHE’S GOT PINS ON HER HAND. I TELL YOU IF YOU LIKED IT THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT A PINCUSHION RING ON IT.

please note the rgb panel acting as curtain in the background.  BITCH OOZES ART GLAMOUR.

ahem.

speaking of…hands….aren’t they great?  i know this sounds lame and no one really cares about a shout out to my hands but really folks, without them everything would just be an idea in my head.  extra slovenly love to my left hand.  i shouldn’t get into details lest they lead to paranoia but i would be lost without them.  no doubt knitting, crocheting, sewing etc isnt impossible with my mouth or feet but i’ve spent so long already fine tuning my movements that losing them would be an intense experience.

i appreciate their ability to move, to take a beating and still look not too shabby.  even with all the scar tissue and flesh regrowth from the myriad accidents [there’s evidence of one in the right sidebar of this page, if you look close enough] i’ve endured over the years, they’ve kept their falsely narrow aesthetic.  the way my wrists cut into my laptop when i am typing this very sentence is welcome and familiar.  the way the vein pops in heat and dehydration in my left hand – an occurrence directly linked to the placement of the IV needle i had for my appendectomy when i was 10.  the way i obsess over the shape and length of my fingernails, and the way i keep my clippings in my pink sewing kit.  write with my left, cut with my right.  how i learned to crack my middle fingers, the tendons in my wrist are a personal sign of strength.  the inexplicable callouses on my pinkie fingers.  my wedding rings.  the way i grind the skin underneath my nails.  the width of my palms, the bend of my joints buckling under scar tissue.

here’s to you, heather’s hands.  live long and prosper.  make art, make art!

what’s next?
– embellish ‘or something’.  beads, and sequins.  going to town on the sequins.
– ‘musov shoko for judas’ applique
– that felt circle thing.  reqbat knows what i mean.
– finish the first few copies of CALIBRATION [i sure talk a lot about this blasted zine, i should just hurry up and post / list it already
– my mother’s 60th is quickly approaching.  celebrate it with the handmade glory she has worked so hard [or so easy] to make an integral part of my value system.

hopefully it won’t be several weeks until i post again, i want to take some photos of the wares i received from a trade with the lovely vedoluce ! i will wait till the sun is out again, to ease the process.

friday already?  204 am.  i cannot think of a better time to listen to zwan.

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March 22, 2010

RGBRBGRBGRBRGBGRBGRBGRBGRB

stranger, strangest.

how does one start with this

plans

and end up with this?

glitch

i glitched one row, not even entirely sure how i was physically able to do so. after i accepted the fact that i ‘messed up’ [not even technically in my right mind at the time, either] i became hyper aware of every action i made. picking up a triangle and rhombus pair, i made sure i was sewing the right seam. but no! i made the same mistake, twice in a row.

at this point, it is best for both me and the piece to stop seeing each other.
scrap collage background.

gonzo detail

every photo i took of the pieces, the camera registered COMPLETELY different colours. i would have thought that the red green blue mix would have been perfect for electronic devices to pick up, but i guess its more of an output ability than an input one.

sitting in my studio, i am surrounded by these rather large tapestry like pieces on my wall. as i am writing this, i am slowly losing my vision in my right eye, the walls are vibrating so much. they water, and i cry, but for 2 very different reasons.

inner city

my favourite pattern of them all, but was the most difficult to design [surprisingly]  and the execution is definitely questionable. [see? k-kinda yellow]

in any case, i still have one more panel to make. ive decided to make this process a bit easier on myself and will stick to straight bars of colour, with varying widths? my plan with them is to back them to my helminthophobic landscapes.

inspired by very many things and a few people [always with the frustration], i am picking up where rgb sequin sequence left off.  i think.  i think its fairly obvious that i’m creating triggers using op art [a technique [not a genre] of art that i havent seen used very often].  searching excitement and immediate physical reactions using refracted light and fabric.

the drawings ive made on the hexagons are an amazing jumping off point for this endeavour.  the only problem ive been faced with, and has temporarily set me back from making more is the fact that i ran out of the original red pencil i was using.  i have another one but it wont last long.  these kinds of things never do.

rgb hexagon stair

rgb hexagon scan

exactly 23.5 years today, i have learned to be the pelagic shark.  in moments of pressure, stillness is what crushes you.  movement is always movement forward.  the smallest breath in the world is one small step out of this.  the efforts pay off, thankfully.  practice practice.  while i’m never quite sure if what im doing is any good is irrelevant [and somewhat impossible, for at this moment in time i cannot even SEE what i am doing] because THIS IS NOT A TEST.