Dyeing To Fold Things

That year I lost is coming back to me more and more

as I define what is do-able, reachable,worthy of spe

nt time.

Where I am heading is foggy, still.

I like foggy more than snowy.

This world I create, the persona I create, who gets in,

is as real as fiction.

It is illusion

and

mystery

my business

Am I more like the Wizard of OZ

or Dorothy? 

You are interesting.

What does this mean?

This is what it is like to live in the greatest time of change, ever.

This is me trying to cope with instant everything.

You are interesting in that you are reading this.

we

smile

now

Per Chance

Images inform the direction I turn
I-Pad Photography
Is obsession

Mystery to me

What catches in the corner of my eye

One thing rolls into another
Under
Over
Color
Yarn inspiration
admiration
Hear
Museum of Extraordinary Things

Soon to show
something
new
to
you



My friend Sara sent the gift of yarn to me two years ago and I can not bear to use it. . .
smiile

Flying Minimal

 Flying is a big topic right now and so is missing things. I am sure the families of that flight are full of those kind of thoughts like why did I not say this or why did I not say that or how long has it been since, or what could be done better than. . . living is a mystery and why or why not is a mystery and loving is the only real thing that matters. I think about the people who have to flee to safety when where they live suddenly is a danger zone. Sometimes our destiny is nothing but a mystery.

When I feel full of anxiety, I tell myself it really does not matter if I breathe and be still. One moment is as good as any moment when you have to be in only THIS moment. Of course, this is just one tiny thought, what do I know?

Intersections

In the center
is a good place

Intersection is the place where one x meets another.

Under your feet is a good place to start.

It is astonishing. 

If you take a look around wherever you maybe planted


Have a weekend!

A sculpture I see when I drive down the street
ladders to be donated to Habitat for Humanity

Astonish Me

When You Have No Clue

Fifty Million years ago, I was making prints from colored porcelain clay onto print making paper and canvas with colored stains. I see two of these framed pieces on the wall in front of my bed every morning when I wake. I really really hate these pieces, the frames are very nice mahogany, though, and as far as I am concerned this is the best part. These images are of orchids blooming in a fantasy desert scene, which I am sure are stuck in my unconscious mind back somewhere where I do not want to go. The question the images provoke is how sometimes you know you know but you do not want to know. I always pick places where it seems impossible to thrive, I guess. I do not know about this for sure.
It is like the cave painting in Lascaux France which is in a cave in a place where it takes a lot of effort to find and more effort to view, well at least this used to be so. Someone did this for a very good reason. We make up stories from the evidence we see, but we do not know anything about this for sure. The mystery is to me what I enjoy thinking about or it is intriguing, anyways, as Ellen always says.
About 25 million years ago I visited a model home in a classy area near where I grew-up. When you walked into this beyond belief place the first thing visible is/was a painting about two stories high on canvas of a copy of the cave paintings I spoke of at the beginning of my thought, I will never forget that moment. It was astonishing to me. The mere size of this painting has floated inside my minds eye all of my adult life. It must be what it felt like when the first person rediscovered the original cave painting.
This is what I want in my life now.
I just read a post on Sweet pea's blog about something a curator of a show said about creating something astonishing which can not be ignored.
For the next fifty million years of my life I claim this as my goal. Even if it is only seen my little ole me.
Oh by the way, I am still making buttons that my friend Sarazmuz turned me onto trying. Really fun and addictive especially in white wool with bunny fur. Now I need to make a sweater for it to show off.
I like making.

The Concept

Conceptual

What does a button have to do with art? Why would anyone want to make a button in 2014? This question is on my mind this morning, along with the topic of plastic brains, and kinetic sculpture. This reminds me of a time when it was being said that “art” is dead.

I think it is alive.

I think that living is art and for me, myself, art is a living state of mind. Everything is fodder waiting to be used in an artful way. For instance, a plastic toy which is in the form of a very pink plastic brain which when wound up by a human being: walks. Now, it takes energy to make it move, my energy or your energy. Imagine if you will, a parade, a kinetic sculpture parade, with hundreds of walking brains marching down the street. This would be a kinetic sculpture parade, right?

Imagine walking into a toy store to push every button on every toy cat to make it meow, all at the same time. Well, I do this often, just for the fun of it, but this is not a parade, right? Well, maybe it is if we put them in a wagon and someone pulls it while pushing all the buttons as they walk down the street.

These things still take energy. A wind maker is making energy but the wind in motion is making the energy. So it moves. But this is not a parade, either, unless someone marches down the street with turbines. I saw a forest of wind turbines every single time I would drive from Northern to Southern California. I think they are interesting and wonderful.

So, back to the button, it is not art. But it will make a sweater more beautiful. I choose to make things like folded photography with amazing folded lines dictated by the image. Is that art?

It is the concept, it is the idea, it is in the seeing of something that did not exist, before, to look at what is in front of my face, no matter where I am in space or time, this is the purpose, to create.

Oh yes, one more thing, I am so pleased to know that brains are plastic in that they can be changed by practice and creating new grooves in gray matter lighting up neurons that show up on a scan.

Lacis: Here is the story and I am sticking to it. . .

Normally I am not a cutesy kind of person

But. . .I do very much honor tradition

So,

Once upon that time when I paid a visit to that wonderful store Lacis in Berkeley and after buying most wonderful items found with great difficulty right there and no place else upon this earth I wandered down the street. Antiques for sale said that sign that brought me inside to find a wonderful tattered very used and soon to be treasured (again) crazy quilt. This crazy quilt is obviously made by a real American woman who used little bits of her treasures to savor for many other eyes in many other times.

This hangs in my upstairs studio that I use in the winter months. It is snowing again today and to cheer myself I choose to share this along with something I am working on at the moment waiting for spring to show it's pretty little head. A contemporary take on crazy quilting of my own is in progress. Soon I get to the good part which is the embroidery. I hope this little bit of a story brings something nice to you or you can come along for a mad tea party where this is down the rabbit hole.

We will have such a nice time.

Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that I really really did have a wolf at my front door the other day.

Many Rivers To Cross

And I Can't seem to Find

My Way Over

Soon it will be spring where I will find gushing streams flowing

down the mountain on my way to Burke's Garden

flash flood warning

creative dam breaking

March Wind Warning 60 mph

12:00 - 12:00

Just another day!

Top of the mornin to you