Tuesday, April 14, 2015

All I Want to Do is Sew

 
All I want to do lately is sew! Feeling like that is rare, so I am going with the flow. My mother used to say that she didn't much like to sew, but liked to have sewn -- and often I feel like that too. Sewing takes patience, and sometimes that is a quality I am short on. I think what got me started was working on a mixed media piece involving both cloth and paper which was accepted as a possible finalist in a Cloth Paper Scissors magazine Challenge. I won't share that image here just yet; hopefully there will be good news about that piece yet to come.  I have been working on some small patchwork pieces that I will eventually turn into mats or pillows, unfinished still, but at least squared off and ready for further projects.

 
My biggest project to date is the zippered purse shown above. I don't really know how to put zippers in, but found a way to fake it by sewing the zipper in while the sides were still open.  Working without a pattern, I learned a lot. Making the purse took many hours and while I was working on it I thought -- never again. But then when it was done, I found myself thinking of what I might do differently next time to improve the design, including some shortcuts I learned the hard way (like sewing the inside pockets on before adding the zipper and making the bottom a bit wider). But no more purse projects right now.

 
After going to "the Hidden Quilt Shop" in Old Spring, TX with a couple of girlfriends last month, I made the two pillows above. My favorite find there was some fabric printed with a map of Manhattan Island. And so I made a long skinny pillow out of that fabric. (They had lots of different map-themed fabric among their 18,000 bolts!) The batik strips that had been hiding in my fabric stash were also put to use for a pillow. Theoretically, I am always working to use up my stash, but invariably along comes some project or another that demands the purchase of more fabric.
 
And don't get me started on yarn consumption. In that area too, I have the goal of using up my stash. I attend the "Common Threads" group at my UU church. We  knit, crochet and sew together twice a month and also choose an annual charitable project. Last year we donated quite a stack of blankets to Texas Children's Hospital and will do so again this year. The staff at TCH told us that ever child admitted to the hospital is given a special blanket to keep. I love having a reason like that to crochet! We have been having a lot of rainy days lately, perfect weather to hunker down and sew or crochet.  Back to my projects now and thanks for reading!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Friday the 13th, Telomeres and Collage Feathers

 
I have always loved Fridays that fall on the 13th. I turned 13 on a Friday and was given a surprise party by a dear friend. I remember walking down the stairs to her basement and getting the full vocal surprise treatment and being ,well -- utterly surprised! I wonder what percentage of people turn 13 on 13th Fridays? But math has never been my forte, so I will leave that to the statisticians. Triskaidekaphobia (fear of Friday the 13th) is foreign to me.
 
This Friday the 13th finds me on the mend in the frozen shoulders department. I do my PT exercises regularly and get massages as needed. My official land and water PT is over, so it's all on me now. I believe this malady is a stress reaction as it started last fall when I took on a big volunteer art project for my church. The adrenaline was thrilling but too much for me, and I spent too many hours hunched over my work.  So I was fascinated to learn about the connection between telomeres and stress.
 
What are telomeres? Simply put, they are compound structures at the end of our chromosomes. They shorten as we age. They are very much affected by stress. Having done just a bit of reading on the subject, I can not claim to understand it the way a geneticist would, but my takeaway was that I needed to lessen the stress in my life whenever possible. And so that has become more a part of my operating system. When faced with any choice in life (even what route to take if driving across town), I ask myself which choice is less stressful. No one can totally control the stress in their lives, but often we forget that there are plenty of alternatives in any given situation. The knowledge that stress affects my health is nothing new, but this telomere stuff really spoke to me for some reason. One study referred to in a National Institute of Aging article found that "telomeres of healthy centenarians were significantly longer than those of unhealthy centenarians".
 
On the collage front, I have been trying my hand at feathers made of paper, cloth and wire. Here are a few photos of my efforts so far. I very much consider these a work in progress and have given away the few I've made to friends on special occasions.
 
 
 
And so it goes! I can not believe we are almost halfway through March. It has been cold and rainy here in Houston. There is lots to do in the yard, so I am looking forward to "spring-ier" weather. But I am not going to overdo the digging, planting or raking, etc. My telomeres might not like that... Here's wishing you much "telomeric" longevity and spring sunshine!
 
P.S. Another reason life feels good today: I just started Anne Tyler's latest book, A Spool of Blue Thread. Anne Tyler is one of my all time favorite authors....
 
 
 
 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

African Daisies


 
African daisies (also known as Gazania) stole my gardener's heart last spring and summer. They took a short nap for a few months and here they are popping up again already! Said to be annuals, they do tend more towards perennial growth in warm climates. We had no true freezes in southwest Houston this winter, so both of these plants were content in their containers, growing bushier than ever. For a long time I thought of the leaves as striped, but when I took these photos today, I saw that the front of the long bladelike leaf is green, while the back of the leaf is white, not that it shows very well in my photos.
 
I planted some African daisies from seed last year and also impulsively purchased a few at Joshua's Nursery.  I believe the two shown above are from the nursery plants. Looking at my seed packet, I remember now that the ones grown from seed were of the "Stars & Stripe" Gazania variety, even more beautiful to me (see below). I am glad I did not use all the seeds last year and intend to grow some more. They have so much personality! The seeds came from Seedville USA.
 
 
In general, I am holding back in the yard. We decided not to grow tomatoes this year. The water bill runs high when the rains don't come. The time and care necessary to achieve success just seems too daunting. Maybe it's an age-related preference. Every summer for more than 20 years, I have grown tomatoes with mixed results. We did best with the Juliet variety, but so many other varieties were not worth the effort. I continue to strive for a less-is-more look in the yard. I am always fighting the invasion of ferns and ruella which tend to run rampant, though we appreciate them as part of the yardscape. I am even considering removing my Belinda rose and replacing it with something easier. Rose care in a humid climate is daunting; often I can barely keep up with black spot disease. Growing herbs is easy enough, so we will continue to cultivate basil, rosemary and mint, etc.
 
Later in 2015 we will be tearing down our old garage and rebuilding a bigger one with a larger footprint so my husband can have a man cave when he retires. His wing of the garage will have air conditioning and a workbench we can both use. A few months ago we hired an architect to design the building. Now we have those plans in hand  so the next step is to seek approval from our subdivision's Architectural committee. We don't want to build in the heat of summer, so hopefully all of this will take place next fall and/or winter. Here we are in mid-February, technically winter, but it sure feels more like Spring. And so it goes on the Gulf Coast of Texas.....
 

Saturday, January 17, 2015

"Live Your Life as a Work of Art" and Other Inspiring Quotations

 
Back in 2012, a dear friend in Idaho sent me a copy of Artists Speak: a Sketchbook edited by Eric Maisel (Harper Collins, 1993). It was a timely gift, for I needed a new commonplace book. I like to jot down quotations as I read and visit the internet, and this journal is perfect for that purpose. To the sides of every page are short quotations related to creativity, leaving plenty of room for me to add more. I enjoyed going through it today. Here are some of the gems I've collected:
 
"Live your life as a work of art."
- Rabbi Joseph Abraham Heschel
  at age 100, from an interview at the Shalom Center
 
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"Fictions, fantasies, dreams -- these are, to the humanistic imagination, a kind of sacred preserve. They are the last bastion of magic."
- Jonathan Gottschall
The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (Mariner Books, 2013)
 
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"Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis that we can get at the real meaning of things."
- Georgia O'Keeffe
 
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"How do I work? I grope."
- Albert Einstein
 
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"The creative spirit creates with whatever materials are present. With food, with children, with building blocks, with speech, with thoughts, with pigment, with an umbrella, a wine glass or torch. We are not craftsmen only during studio hours. Anymore than man is wise only in his library. Or devout only in church.. The material is not only the sign of the creative feeling for life: of the warmth and reverence which foster being, techniques are not the sign. The sign is the light that dwells within the act, whatever its nature or medium."
- M.C. Richards
Centering in Pottery, Poetry and the Person, (Wesleyan, 1989)
 
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"If to live is to progress, if you are lucky, from foolishness to wisdom, then to write novels is to broadcast the various stages of your foolishness.
- Jane Smiley
13 Ways of Looking at the Novel (Knopf, 2005)
 
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"If I  knew where the good songs come from, I'd go there more often. It's a mysterious condition. It's much like the life of a Catholic nun. You're married to the mystery."
- Leonard Cohen
Songwriters on Songwriting by Paul Zollo (Da Capo Press, 2003)
 
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"Much of the beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle an artist wages
with his limited medium.”
- Henri Matisse
 
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"Sometimes I see it and then paint it. Other times I paint it and then see it. Both are impure situations, and I prefer neither.
- Jasper Johns
Artists Speak: a Sketchbook edited by Eric Maisel (Harper Collins, 1993)
 
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"The creative force flows over the terrain of our psyches looking for the natural hollows, the arroyos, the channels that exist in us. We become its tributaries, its basins; we are its pools, ponds, streams and sanctuaries. The wild creative force flows into whatever beds we have, those we are born with, as well as those we dig with our own hands. We don't have to fill them, we only have to build them."
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stereotypes of the Wild Woman Archetype (Ballantine, 1992)
 
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Funny I should be drawn to quotes about creativity today, as lately my creativity is somewhat challenged. I am not finding a lot of time for collage, except for a few small retail orders. I am involved in reorganizing and backing up all my computer files, including both images and documents, a boring task but the results are worth it. The need for this occurred to me after my Yahoo mail was hacked in December. Yahoo gave me no help. My account was frozen. I switched to Gmail. I had to completely rebuild my Contacts. On the home front, we are doing some remodeling involving both professional help and our own crafty hands. And then, of course, there were the holidays. They were fun, but as always, I found myself grateful for the new year and the return to the "ordinary," which for me can be divine.
 
Healthwise, I have entered a period of physical therapy for frozen shoulders and arthritis in my knees. I have to laugh, repeatedly filling out medical forms that ask me to describe my various pains because said pains change often and can be challenging to describe. Sometimes there are multiple choices such as stabbing, burning, piercing, numbness, etc. There is no little box to check for "feels like someone is pressing two frozen silver dollars into my knees" or "bands of electricity encircling my arm." And so it goes. Oh, and did I mention I tried acupuncture? Yes, I had six sessions with (small world) an acupuncturist who used to be a library customer. Helpful, enlightening and I may repeat such treatment in the future. 
 
Anyway, I do get blue when life interferes with art! Here's hoping that in the near future, I will deepen my relationship with both art and writing. I find myself dreaming of new ways to merge those two lifetime interests.
 
Belated Happy New Year 2015! 
 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Favorite Books, 2014

 

 
 
It has been awhile since I have written a book-related post, yet all along of course I have been reading. In fact it is unthinkable for me to be without a book and has been since childhood! So here are ten books that were among the best I read during 2014:
 
And the Dark Sacred Night by Julia Glass. Pantheon, 2014. One man's midlife quest to find out who his father is becomes a tangled tale of family secrets that succeeds tremendously at illuminating the inner lives of all its characters.
 
The Confessions of Frances Godwin by Robert Hellenga. Bloomsbury, 2014. Retired Latin teacher Frances Godwin gets herself into a heap of trouble. End result: a fictional"spiritual autobiography" unlike anything I have ever read before. Because of its Catholic themes and characters, it reminded me of the works of Jon Hassler.
 
The House at the End of Hope Street by Meena van Praag. Pamela Dorman Books, 2013. Very odd things happen in this enchanting literary genre-bender set in Cambridge, England. And yet every dispirited woman who takes refuge at Hope House somehow magically finds just exactly what she needs to get on with her life.
 
The Mockingbird Next Door: Life with Harper Lee by Marja Mills. Penguin, 2014. As a portrait not only of the elusive Nelle Harper Lee, author of To Kill A Mockingbird, and her sister Alice, as well as their beloved hometown of Monroeville, Alabama, surely this down-to-earth memoir is a must-read for all Harper Lee fans.
 
Nora Webster by Colm Toibin. Scribner, 2014.  Plucky and extremely private Nora Webster finds widowhood in her small Irish town to be challenging. One turn-around comes when she begins to indulge in her love of music. Beautifully written.
 
The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert. Viking, 2013.  A good old-fashioned novel about a spinster botanist named Alma Whittaker, her love life and ambitions. For me this was a truly quirky read, full of fascinating glimpses into history and the botanical sciences. I was glad to see Gilbert more than prove her mettle as a literary novelist.
 
Small Blessings by Martha Woodruff. St. Martin's Press, 2014. When Shakespeare professor Tom Putnam suddenly becomes a widower, he finds a soulmate in Rose, a gypsy of sorts and new manager of the college bookstore. Complications ensue, including the appearance of a small boy named Henry who may or may not be Tom's son from the one dalliance he allowed himself during the long martyrdom of his former marriage.
 
Some Luck by Jane Smiley. Knopf, 2014. Smiley's novel, the first in an intended series of three, introduces a  sprawling Iowan farm family, the Langdons. What an all-American family saga, chock full of fascinating stories, unusual points-of-view and colorful characters. I can hardly wait for the next installment.
 
The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. Algonquin, 2014. What's not to love when a somewhat curmudgeonly widower/bookstore owner adopts a toddler named Maya who is left in his store and reaps the healing powers of love? I enjoyed every moment of this quirky tale, its Alice Island, Massachusetts setting and sometimes whimsical characters.
 
Under the Wide and Starry Sky by Nancy Horan. Ballantine, 2014. What little I knew of Robert Louis Stevenson before this novel, never mind his wife Fanny, but now I stand corrected and much entertained. This novel succeeds as a love story, an adventure story and top notch historical fiction.
 
For longer reviews of these titles, check out my Goodreads page. It has been a pleasure to look back on my year in books. Happy holidays and all the best in books and life come 2015!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

In the Aftermath of a Collage Marathon

During the month of October, I worked on collaging a group of table-topper chalices for the First UU Church of Houston's Centennial celebration auction (1904 - 2014). Our decorating committee made the chalice bowls out of papier mache and then they all came to my house. Thus it was chalice city! The chalices-in-progress seemed to take over both my art room and our dining room. Sometimes I had to do further papier mache work before hot-gluing the bowls to the cones. Next they were primed, and then came various stages of decoration including more paint, various papers, lace or cloth, not to mention more paint. One gal on the committee was able to come over one day, and she enjoyed collaging one of the chalices. If there had been more time, it would have been great to share the decorating with a few more brave souls. Finally, there were twenty candles with flames to create.
 
 If you read my most previous post, you know I was having vision problems, but I was able to work on the chalices with one eye shut. And now my vision is about 85% better! So I am hoping this problematic health episode will soon be over. The auction took place November 1st, and I am heaving a big sigh of relief that all this work is behind me. It was both fun and torture. I learned plenty about collaging on rounded surfaces.


This was the first chalice, the prototype of sorts.
 
 
 Here is one that is covered with scraps of cloth for a patchwork effect. I actually learned this technique decades ago as a children's librarian, when we used glue-soaked fabric to make pencil cans. This photo was taken using my new light tent I purchased to better photograph the chalices, and I think I am going to love working with it more in the future.
 

Here is another one done mostly with vintage-themed scrapbook papers.

 
 This one involved some lace I long ago inherited from my mother's sewing box. The flower is made of paper coated with acrylic gel, attached with a dainty button. The shape of the chalices are a little funky due to the papier mache methodology, but people have told me that adds to their charm and handmade look.
 
 
 And here is the final one bearing the logo for our fundraiser.
 
Now I am taking the month of November to relax and giving my eyes a rest. More than anything right now, I crave a feeling of elbow room in my days.  All I have been doing in the way of art since the chalice project ended is making small collage magnets to sell at holiday sales.



 
Lovely to be free again to create whatever art I might envision... I had been working larger, aiming for completing several canvases using fusion collage methods, but right now I feel rather disinterested in anything that makes a major mess. The fusion collages will have to wait awhile, as they do get messy. Yes, I am a neatnik. It feels so-o-o-o good to have put away all the supplies needed for the chalice project and have a neat art room again. I am looking into a few little art projects that I can do with my niece when she is hear at Christmastime. My resolve to take it easy this month feels firm. All through college, I threw pots and created silver jewelry to help pay my room and board. Somehow that turned me into a production mode artist. I tend to work in obsessive series. For the time being, I am beating that back with a stick. Onward through the fog!

Friday, October 10, 2014

Double Vision and Other Adentures in Art and Life

 
In my September 2014 post, I alluded to the fusion collage shown above, one I entered in a National Collage Society Show. I named it Eternal Women of the Flowers (Flores Aeternae Mulieres). It did not make the cut, but that's life in the art world. I have been in their annual juried show twice in five years. Not but a week or so after that rejection, one of my collages listed on the Saatchi Art website sold! Yes, the sale helped make up for not getting into the NCS show. And perhaps I will put the Eternal Women piece up for sale on Saatchi. It is done on a large wooden panel and would involve some pretty fancy packaging and shipping tasks, so I am still considering my options.
 
On the last day of September 2014, my life changed in an instant (and I hope, temporarily). I am the co-chair of art and decoration for the First UU Church of Houston's auction event coming up on November 1st. I looked up from the papier mache object I was working on early that morning and my vision went cattywampus. I was seeing out of focus. In fact, with both eyes open I was seeing double. If I closed my right eye, seeing out of the left eye was tolerable. To make a long story short, I still need an MRI. I have been seen my 3 eye doctors and one neurologist. This kind of thing could have been due to a mini-stroke, but the neurologist pretty much ruled that out. We will know much more after the MRI. Possibly I have thyroid eye disease. We shall see. Yes, at least I am still seeing! It could have been much worse.
 
I am walking and riding my bike more. I am driving less. My husband steps in as needed, though this is a busy time of the year for him. I am living in gratitude for what I can see. I can still read and make art. Life has slowed down a little and that feels like a good thing. There has been some improvement in my eyes since this started. The band of space where my vision is doubled has decreased in size. I am travelling to Charleston and Myrtle Beach, SC for a girlfriend get-together later this month. I had been planning to rent a car, but now a friend has stepped in to do the driving. So that is my news. Call me Pollyanna, but all this is not as bad as it sounds. All in all, I am in good health. There is a hidden blessing in most tragedies. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Thanking the universe for blessings yet to come! May it be so....
 
Eternal Women of the Flowers fusion collage on textured wood panel  by Keddy Ann Outlaw, 2014