Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Q How to Live? A Don't worry about death.

2. Q. How to live? A. Pay attention

3. Q. How to live? A. Be Born
4. Q. How to live? A. Read a lot, forget most of what you read, and be slow-witted
5. Q. How to live? A. Survive love and loss

6. Q. How to live? A. Use little tricks
7. Q. How to live? A. Question everything

8. Q. How to live? A. Keep a private room behind the shop

9. Q. How to live? A. Be convivial: live with others

10. Q. How to live? A. Wake from the sleep of habit
11. Q. How to live? A. Live temperately
12. Q. How to live? A. Guard your humanity
13. Q. How to live? A. Do something no one has done before

14. Q. How to live? A. See the world

15. Q. How to live? A. Do a good job, but not too good a job

16. Q. How to live? A. Philosophize only by accident

17. Q. How to live? A. Reflect on everything; regret nothing
18. Q. How to live? A. Give up control

19. Q. How to live? A. Be ordinary and imperfect

20. Q. How to live? A. Let life be its own answer

New block prints inspired by the Chapter Headings of Sarah Bakewell’s biography and collected essays of Michel de Montaigne,  “How to Live: One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer

Monday, April 14, 2014

quotes from two books I'm reading about authentic art objects

Pots of Flowers 1860-80 81" x 81" cotton quilt
above quilt from Wild By Design:  Two Hundred Years of Innovation and Artistry in American Quilts 
by Janet Catherine Berlo and Patricia Cox Crews  (page 53)

It was real.  I knew it, even in the dark.  Raised yellow streak of paint in the wing and feathers scratched in with the butt of the brush.  I was different, but it wasn't.  And as the light flickered over it I had the queasy sense of my own life, in comparison, as a patternless and transient burst of energy, a fizz of biological static just as random as the street lamps flashing past.

above text from The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt  (page 1078)

Friday, April 11, 2014

good news

Good news from here.
The snow is going.
I have a second studio space (bedroom sized) with new pin walls.
 Ned put the 12" square ceiling tiles up last weekend.
This was April's room in high school.  She pinned a collage of the cosmos to the ceiling. 
Pinning to the ceiling gives me almost enough height.  Pictured is an untitled piece from 2012.  

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Perfect: to finish or complete

Perfectionist:  One believing in the possibility of attaining perfection.
Perfection:  The act of making perfect or the state of being perfect.

Yin Yin has been juried into Visions: The Sky's the Limit.  and needs to be shipped next week because there will be a colour catalog.  I put a sleeve for hanging the work along the top (see images above) but have since removed it.  It wasn't perfect.

All definitions are from The Concise English Dictionary

Saturday, April 05, 2014

Hard Twist

Two pieces (not mine) from Hard Twist 8 - this is personal  at the Gladstone Hotel in Toronto until April 27. Click on the artist's names to go to their professional web sites. xx
Shirtz by Susan Avishai  2013   made from pre-worn (but washed) men's dress shirts, about 7' square
Manufactured clothing is made to be consumed, discarded, put into good will, and eventually baled for rags.
"I wanted to insert myself into this cycle to see if something personal, beautiful, and original could be made from the used clothing headed for this ignoble fate."  Susan Avishai
Drawing / Weaving  by Colleen McCarten  2013   Silk yarn, parchment paper, marker  36" x 108"
"Does changing the material or technique alter the value of a piece?    Colleen McCarten
Above image is hand woven, the one below is hand drawn.  
Pondering economics while marveling  at expert use of materials, time, and technique.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

here comes the sun

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
  Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

text by George Harrison 1969

Monday, March 31, 2014

New Life

Welcome to the world, Aili Evelyn Martin. 
Born in Toronto on March 25, 2014 to Jay and Erika.
Ned and I visited  
A beautiful miracle.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Canadian Textile Artists

A post with three videos of prominent Canadian textile artists exhibiting in Ontario right now.   

Ottawa:  Sandra Brownlee just won the Saidye Bronfman award, one of eight Governer General's awards for visual and media arts.  An exhibit of five of her major pieces will be on display beginning March 28 at Canada's National Gallery.  This video was put out by the government of Canada.

Toronto:  And Heather Goodchild's exhibit is at the Textile Museum of Canada until April 13.  This video from Canadian art showcases not only her work, but also two other prominent Canadians, Kai Chan and Lyn Carter. Textile Art from Canadian Art on Vimeo.

Peterborough:  Dorothy Caldwell's exhibition Silent Ice/ Deep Patience opened at the Art Gallery of Peterborough on the weekend.  Joe Lewis shared this video of her collections so beautifully displayed.  How many of us have thought of doing something like this?  Wow, Dorothy.

I do plan to get to all three exhibitions in person, but isn't it fantastic that we can see the work and listen to the artists speak for themselves through the internet.  

Friday, March 21, 2014

my work

 None of us are mothered enough.
I want to speak directly to women.

I wonder if my language is understood.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

New and old connected

I've been working on a new baby quilt. 
I chose a traditional log cabin in calm colours. 
Six blocks wide, six blocks high, the finished size will be about 36 inches square. (shown in progress)
Each six inch block takes about an hour to hand piece.  I've been stitching it in the car during trips to Toronto.   I've also been sewing this quilt while I visit Dad in Little Current.
Yesterday he asked me what my last name was.  He couldn't remember my sister's married name either.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Otomi embroideries

I saw this magical embroidery when we were in Mexico last week.  Hanging on a wall of a quiet shop in a rural area with no one near, it took me by surprise.   Although I haven't seen one like it before, there was something familiar about it. 
I've since learned that these embroideries are made by the Otomi Indians in Eastern Mexico. Sometimes they are called  Tenango embroideries, and sometimes Otomi embroideries.  Hand Eye magazine has an informative online article that Laura Aviva wrote in 2009.  I was interested to learn that these embroideries, usually two metres square and made for wedding gifts, are rooted in ancestral local women's dress.  
This beautifully designed hand embroidered banner was displayed in the same quiet shop.
The design is first drawn on the muslin in water soluble ink with a pen.
I think that the stitches may be the traditional herringbone stitch packed closely together as it often is in East Indian embroidery.
When we were leaving, I purchased this hand stitched embroidery at the airport.  There was a stack of them, place mat sized in a wide choice of solid colours.  The image was always two animals facing each other.  Perhaps dancing? 

"Tenangos evoke a spirit of magical realism, merging the real and the mythical." Laura Aviva

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Eight years ago

I started this blog in March 2006.  (8 years!)   It is just one of many diaries I've kept over the years.
The very first post was about the Millennium Journal installation in Rail's End gallery in Haliburton. The very first photo in Judy's Journal  is the one of me shown above.
Millennium Journal was a daily record that used cloth shapes and hand stitch as a personal code that marked that I was alive during the turn of the millennium. (November 1999 until February 2002)
Twenty eight days were stitched into grids of red cloth and arranged as lunar months.   Most of the days remained unstitched, and were stacked on shelves.  (one is visible on the right wall in above photo)  
As usual for my work, these pieces had two sides.   An inner and an outer.