I'm going to start with my number one textile treasure: The Crazy Quilt!
photo from 2013 click to embiggen
This is my major mending WIP and I'm featuring it in the daily prompts for #MendMarch2020 (see last week's post. The IG hashtag is #crazyquilt_amb). This was "on hiatus" in storage for a few years, I brought it back into use last year, inspired by the mending workshop I took with Ruth Katzenstein Souza. It is both "in progress" and on my bed, so the shredded, holey parts are getting progressively worse.
Moth holes, shredded parts revealing the base sleeping bag, these patches dating from 1973-1987
It's not easy to work on while in active use (potential stabbing from forgotten pins or lost needles) and last summer I got lazy when it was off the bed and more workable and I did no mending.
It's full of nostalgic scraps -- I started it my Junior or Senior year of high school in 1973-74.
I've also made half of it twice! [Here's THAT story]
I think the oldest scrap is from the fabric that covered the couch in our living room and I'm thinking the couch was reupholstered with it when we moved to Millbrook, NY in 1968.
The newest addition has been cut but not yet sewn.
I think I'll use some visible mending, the former sock is super bulky.
I decided to add an audience participation element to two Art Fair applications that I submitted in the fall.
There will be the questions to answer, embroidery floss to stitch with, and (hopefully) a dedicated Stitching Crew helping with the whole thing. I'm printing The Rearranged World on a Redbubble medium-size wall hanging, which fits nicely on a king-size bed.
I was accepted into the StARTup LA fair, February 14-16 at the Hotel Kinney Venice Beach, where this idea will be put into practice. Meanwhile, there will be preliminary collective stitching meetups during the Sundays leading up to the fair. If you're in the greater LA area and want to join in, drop me an email.
Ramp season! “Ramps are a wild onion that grow during the spring in Eastern Canada and the U.S. They're sometimes referred to as wild leeks, and taste like a balanced mixture of garlic and onion. They're pungent, to say the very least.” (From HuffPost)
That time I discovered ramps in my mom's woods -- May 2014
I'm kidding.
It's a dirty, unglamorous job -- wear comfortable clothing and sturdy shoes (because you might drop a hammer on your foot. Not that I did, but it was a definite possibility).
It would have been A LOT more difficult without the help of this guy, Severo.
Start with an empty space.
Rough arrangement of the art.
Pressing the giant wall hanging.
#dailytruck x 313 is hung!
In progress.
I tasked Severo with hanging all the framed pieces.
Then he mounted my show lettering. I'm afraid of heights and I hate climbing on that green ladder.
Severo switched out all the old, nasty, halogen lights to LCDs. He insisted on doing it. I'm glad!
What I wore. My "art" huipil.
This became a "studio" garment after I sat in a big blob of pine pitch one summer in Idyllwild.
It's a very loose weave, so is ideal more hot, messy situations.
Done, as much as possible -- I was still waiting on 20 pieces to arrive from the photo lab.
REALLY HAPPY about finishing. It was 11pm.
The art arrived Tuesday and I installed the rest on Wednesday morning before work.
Almost the same outfit minus sturdy shoes.
3 rows is better than 1 row.
This time I'm really done.
Panorama of the #dailytruck section of the exhibition
#mycommute July 11 - August 5, 2017 TAG Gallery
5458 Wilshire Blvd, LA, CA 90036 Reception: Saturday, July 15, 5-8pm Artist Panel Discussion: Saturday, August 5, 3pm Linking up with Shelbee's On the Edge Catherine's #SaturdayShareLinkup
