Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Many of my friends know about my never-ending conceptual art project that I have been calling "mile-o-crochet" even though it will probably not get to be a mile long. I'm using up leftover yarn to crochet a series of l-o-n-g strips that have no purpose at all except to be rolled up into cakes. As the word has gotten around, I have become the recipient of many bags of yarn bits.
Today I scored seven bags of stuff from a friend of a friend, and spent a couple of hours sorting it into piles -- worsted weight for the mile-o-crochet, delicate baby yarn, other sport-weight yarns, rug yarn, needlepoint wool, novelty yarns for fancy knitted scarves, a pile of miscellaneous for art, and a little bit in the wastebasket.
But what struck me as I sorted through the bags was how much of this woman's life is revealed by her stash. From the envelopes of patterns she ordered, I know her maiden name, her mother's address and one of her still-in-town-but-my-own-place addresses before she moved to Louisville. (Note to those in witness protection: go through your bags of yarn carefully before de-accessioning.) I know that in the 70s she made a bazillion crocheted caps -- or at least she bought or cut out a bazillion patterns for crocheted caps.
Here's a giveaway thimble marked "Don't get stuck. Re-elect SENATOR JOHN SHERMAN COOPER", which my husband says might be worth some money to a collector of political memorabilia, as Cooper was a nationally prominent Republican who served on the Warren Commission. She herself was active in politics, once running for judge (a crochet pattern written on a piece of her campaign stationery).
I've always liked working with leftovers and hand-me-down projects. Knowing that some other woman once sat in the evenings making something useful and beautiful out of this yarn, this canvas, this fabric, gives me an energy that I don't get from virgin materials. I'm not a woo-woo person, but I do think there's an aura to pre-owned and pre-used things -- usually a good aura that I seek to capture and amplify with my own subsequent work.
Sometimes the other woman is one I love -- my grandmothers, my mother, my sister. Sometimes she is totally unknown to me and I can try to imagine her as I stitch. Sometimes I know who she is without having ever met her -- in many cases, the mothers or grandmothers of my friends. In this case, it's a woman whose husband I ran into occasionally in my long-ago reporter days, whose name is familiar to me but whom I don't think I have ever met. And yet her life is now a little bit entwined with mine.
I hope this doesn't sound creepy, like I'm stalking her. But since I know who she is, maybe I will call her up, thank her for the stash and see if she wants her John Sherman Cooper thimble back.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
A long time ago -- 20 or 25 years?? -- I acquired a batch of Melody Johnson fabrics with Wonder Under already applied. I have no recollection of how they came into my possession, although I took a workshop from Melody once at the Lancaster quilt show. But none of the pieces strike a chord, and the designs that were already cut and put together don't seem like the kind of designs that I would have made. I know I have never made a quilt with these fabrics.
I wanted to make a postage stamp quilt with letters of the alphabet, to replace the one that I just sold in December. But I remembered how fiddly it was to make that quilt, and then -- strike of lightning -- remembered that box full of beautiful hand-dyed fabrics all ready to fuse.
|Striped Alphabet -- gone to a good home|
Monday, January 6, 2020
I was sad to read in today's paper that John Baldessari, one of the greats of conceptual art, died last week. I've seen and admired many of his works in various museums over the years, but the one that made the greatest impact was one that I saw at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles almost exactly ten years ago.
Here's what I wrote about it in my blog on January 24, 2010:
"Finally, my nomination for the most startling art I've seen all year (I know, it's still January....).
At first glance you think "just another 9/11 riff" but then you notice that it was made in 1990.
The docent thought the 'twin towers' were a small model made for low-end movie special effects, but didn't sound 100% confident in her story. Who knows! Baldessari made the piece for an exhibit on relationships, and apparently the couple on the top were supposed to be the main subjects of the picture. Today, of course, we are riveted by the burning towers. MoCA has only recently put the piece on display for the first time since 9/11."
I've thought about this piece many times in the ten years since I saw it, and how often can you recall a single work of art with that kind of lasting impact? Professor Baldessari, we'll miss you.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
During the last week of the year I always angst over what project to adopt for my new daily art. Sometimes I have made my mind up only in the waning hours of New Year's Eve, but this time I was pretty sure for the last month or so that I wanted to continue my calligraphy for another year. I have truly loved this project and feel that I have only begun to explore the possibilities of writing-as-art.
Unfortunately, when I was in the craft store in early December I didn't think to stock up on sketchbooks for 2020, so yesterday I had to make a fast run -- and discovered that the kind I have been using all year was not on the shelf. The whole store kind of resembled a post-holiday war zone, with half-empty shelves and display racks moved for renovation, so I probably should be glad I found any sketchbook at all. But I will be starting the year with 70-pound "artist paper" instead of 80-pound "premium artist paper." (Probably won't notice much difference.)
I very reluctantly decided to abandon my daily miniatures with the end of 2019. I have truly loved that project as well and looked forward to making a new little piece of art every day. But I realized that documenting and cataloguing the miniatures was taking up a lot of time. Between the writing and the miniature I was probably averaging at least a half hour a day, and although I had the constant fun and exhilaration of making art, I found it hard to concentrate on "real art" last year. So with a solo show to put together in June, I am bidding the miniatures good-bye, at least for a while.
Some might ask whether I couldn't just make miniatures without having it be an official Daily Art, and dispense with the tedious documentation. And of course I could, and perhaps I will, although it will be an entirely different project. I have learned in two decades of daily art that the documentation and organization is half the fun, and at least to my mind, an essential part of the character of what I produce.
So here's my last daily miniature, a two-faced Janus:
Happy New Year, and let's hope for lots of art and joy ahead.