Monday, September 29, 2008
I love to listen to podcasts while I work. I was listening to Studio 360 today and they had musician Theresa Andersson in the studio today. I wasn't completely paying attention, but then this caught my ear... "seek shelter... birds fly away... trees stand strong... seek shelter.... do do do do."
Now I am totally inspired and I just had to share it with you.
As you can see in the video, Teresa is a one-woman-band. All her vocals are recorded and relooped and replayed as she performs. Wow.
I think I need to do some singing and dancing in my kitchen, but first... more embroidery on my 12x12.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Or maybe that should be "lack of progress."
Mostly I've just been thinking, which is ok, I suppose.
I have come to the conclusion that I don't want to tell a story with my quilt. I don't want to create something that is necessarily obvious to the viewer. I don't want to feel obligated to go in a certain direction. What I do want is to be loosely inspired by our theme. I want to feel free to take a small nugget of the concept and then twist and turn into around into something that might be unrecognizable -- but still art. That's what I want to make: art. I want to use the elements that I love: surface design, handwriting, improvisational embroidery, fusible applique, layers, sheers, unexpected embellishment, abstractness.
I asked my best friend Lucy what she thinks of what I say "shelter." She said she thinks of an adirondack shelter. I had never heard the term. She explained it to me (a three sided, roofed structure used by backpackers on long hikes). And I found this stunning image.
Isn't it beautiful? The lines, the leaves, the rocks, the color palette? Now I must take this inspiration and mix it up with my own style and see what happens.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
I can sure identify with Kristen's feelings. I cannot get motivated. The moving thing really sucks the life out of me and it is long and drawn out here. I finally moved my studio to the new house. It is a holy mess, but I have actually started on my Shelter piece—barely started, then it all came to a standstill.
Somewhere I have a set of alphabet stamps. God only knows where they are and I have it in my mind that I want words. I can't find them in either house. Yesterday I went to Michael's and splurged on this new set. I like them. I think they are better than the set I can't find, but it wouldn't surprise me to find the other set in a box tomorrow and discover that they are identical to these. This is what my life is like right now.