A slight cold - nothing too terrible but thank you for your get wells. A long walk yesterday, I went out for a quick walk but the sun felt so wonderful that I kept thinking "just one more block." I saw a robin and some crocuses bursting out of their shells.
Things: I'm participating in a panel on Sunday in connection with the Mt Airy Art Garage's Quilt Show (NW Philadelphia) and International Women's Day. The title of the panel is "Ain't I An Artist." See Soujourner Truth's "Ain't I A Woman" here. My discussion will be on the artistry of Boro cloth and will spotlight Jude Hill's modern day interpretation of that cloth.
It would be fun to have you there.
Sunday at 3 pm, at 11 West Mt. Airy Ave, Philadelphia ($10 at the door)
It's been almighty cold in most of the US lately. I wake up in the morning warm and snuggly and just want to stay under the cozy blankets. Put your hand up if you can relate :) I'm fighting that bummed out feeling with flowers. Lots of them.
This little bunch was done on Yupo paper which is a slick plastic paper; not something that usually attracts me but the way the colors run and the ease of lifting color from the surface is pretty nifty.
If you have tried to draw flowers from nature you see it is complex. Yet the shapes are simple if you take them apart apart and practice. Move on to color and pattern. Most important look at the grace, elegance and movement. Flowers need to breathe. That is more important than slavishly copying them.
I am sharing flowers everyday on my facebook page. Here is yesterday's FB post using pen and pitt pens.
Have yourselves a grand weekend. If you are in the Philadelphia area pop by tonight (5-7:30 pm) to see what the Phila Dumpster Divers did with the "trash" created by the National Archives recent system overhaul. See you there! The gallery entrance is on Chestnut St between 9th and 10th. Look for the balloons!
In the space between running an errand that took me to Manayunk and preparing for my class tomorrow at The Ink Pad, I found a 30 minute space for a cappucino and Philadelphia Stories. Resting my back because, naturally, this is a good week to have my back acting up.
The spaces between. Between putting together class kits, crocheting more white vessels to be dipped in dye. Between thinking, writing, researching, sketching, the odd bit of sewing and the sitting on ice pack. Negative space is a positive thing. The thought of happy students making art on Saturday pushes me on. And the man who is dropping everything to chauffeur me and my big bag to NYC because the train is out of the question right now. And I do love the train but am counting (again) my blessings.
Good weekend everyone. I'll see some of you tomorrow where real live hugs can be exchanged.
Craft Spoken Here is an exhibit at the Perlman Building (part of Phila Museum of Art). The idea here is to discuss Craft as Art and illustrate that Art can be created with what is traditionally tools of craft. I listened to an NPR radio discussion about this exhibit and feel, as one of the guests pointed out, "that train has left the station."
And yet, it is a discussion that continues and good-on, I say. The work in the exhibit is beautiful and in some cases very provocative.
It doesn't matter what a piece of art is made from, does it? To make art, meaning or beauty transcends media.
Some (alot) of what is considered Craft is traditionally women's craft; such as the above piece. There is no mistaking The One for craft, though.
Say you go to the bookstore to look for Gee's Bend Quilter's exhibition book. You will NOT find it in the art section. It is in the quilting section amidst the how-to manuals.
We have a long way to go, clearly. The train may have left the station in my mind and yours but not in the mainstream. Think about this too: learning to paint or draw (or anything creative) requires craftsmanship. You (or I, someday) could crochet 1,000 granny squares using odds and ends of yarn from relatives' sweaters. Exhibited in a museum, this could be considered Art but thrown over a bed, it is simply a blanket.
Some years ago, I walked into the home of one of my daughter's friends. The first thing I saw was a knitted piece - large: 5 x 5' -ish. Knitted in a gray-white by the mother during her time with the Israeli army, it documented the hours she spent "watching the door" (this is how she explained it). The square was not at all square. The tensions were different throughout as her mood shifted from tense to relaxed to nervous and anxious. Art.
And your thoughts?
PS: The top photo is the front of the Perlman Museum, gussied up with swags of knit and tapestries of crochet. Yarn-bombed (I love it). And is that graffitti? But that is the topic for another post.
Fairmount Park: A Love Affair. Opening this Friday, 6-8 pm at the Love Park Welcome Center in Philadelphia. The MamaCita's. The works and voices are as diverse as our park system. Come, eat chocolates and drink wine. Invitation is here.