So I had art goals for this week off from school…and as always, I didn’t get as much done as I wanted to…but that’s OK. I got a lot done, including grading for school (that’s what I do during all those Avengers’ movies…by the way, someone needs to explain how Captain America’s actor changed his body so much in that movie, and Thor? Love Thor.), which puts me ahead for the next few weeks…that will help. I don’t have a life, so I have more time to get art done, I guess. I have even less of a life over the next few weeks…the holidays suck for that, plus the high-school soccer season is starting, plus tournaments, plus crazy school crap, plus family stuff, plus ex is going to the UK. And that Xmas holiday. Sucks. Whatever. I’ll figure it out. Anyone wanna help me with the shopping? I’m flailing.
I did all the outline quilting on the Love (not love) quilt.
It only took about 3 hours and 15 minutes.
Look. It’s Kitten. I’m not sure why I didn’t get more quilting done. It was hard to just quilt, even with music playing, because it’s too much free time for my muddled little brain.
It gets upset. Angry. So then I had to go for a walk. A long walk. With a dog.
So I did that. And found a British phone booth. Strange.
It was a beautiful day. After about 30 minutes of walking hard and fast with the dog, I was feeling a little better. Less angry. Less sad. Not a good combination, those two emotions, especially while driving a fast-moving needle past your fingers.
This was my quilting setup…big table with machine (under the quilt), boychild often on the couch or the chair. Headphones on. Both of us.
It really was too dark to quilt at night…on navy blue fabric with navy blue thread. A little crazy. I do this every year. Really. I do. Go back and look at November for the last I don’t know how many years. Routine.
I meant to cut pieces out for the Celebrating Silver quilt too, but that didn’t happen at all. It could have, but I was too tired. Funny, because tonight? I’m wide awake. And it’s bloody late. Stupid brain.
Last night, I managed to clean up the fabric a bit…the mess I’d left before we went to the mountains…
It was fabric chaos…because I had wanted to get halfway through, so through the 600s…but I didn’t. Too much bullshit on Tuesday morning. Couldn’t deal. Need mental space to be able to pick fabrics. My brain has to be able to access that mellow art space where it can color the picture in my head. I wasn’t there on Tuesday morning. Too freaked out. So it waited until last night.
Babygirl has apparently decided ironing boards full of fabric are nice to sit on. Nope. Give it up.
These were all the fabrics for the Maiden, which I got done last night…
She got to be blonde. Her sister, the Mother, was a redhead. The Crone? She’ll be silver. I already know what her hair will look like.
Then I looked at the clock. Super late. I’m not doing much better tonight. I managed to finish off a bunch of stuff, bird and skull and big stick…
Don’t remember what else…I’m only at piece 747, though…so 500 to go. Not ideal.
I thought about starting the Crone tonight, but I’d still be ironing now, and I have to try to get my body back on school sleep time. That means not staying up until 2 AM. So I stopped. I’m 8 hours into the fabric-choosing stage…probably got 4-5 hours left. So it’s unlikely that I’ll finish before I go back to school. That’s OK. I also wanted to finish the quilting, and I’ve got probably 2-3 hours left there as well. Because of the setup in my office/studio, it will be easier to finish the ironing before the quilting, so I’ll do that. If I can finish the quilting in the next week or so and get the binding on, that quilt will get done this month…which is good, because it needs to be photographed before the end of January. Then the other quilt, I’ll need to get it ironed down before Christmas so I can get it stitched down and quilted over Winter Break and photographed before February 1. I’d like to start another one in that time period too, so that’s on my mind. Not sure if I’ll do a smaller one (or two) first, or if I’ll do the next one on my list. We’ll see. I don’t have to decide right now. I just need a loose plan…goals to get through for December. I’ve got those. Make lots of art to distract my stupid brain. Check.
Remember how we needed white shirts for the family photo? I found this one for the boychild…
You can buy it here. He is also planning to dye his hair and do a mohawk (he has a lot of hair, so this could be really impressive). Grandma will love it. Really. (I’m not really planning on doing this. I just dream about this type of rebellion.)
I really want to be a street artist when I grow up. Street artists have this ability to paint and realize it will be gone…sometimes in days…
Amazing how they even paint over the stuff they just painted. I wanna be that free with my art. Maybe that’s my goal in the next year. Plus I want to use spray paint and do stuff that’s really big and looks awesome in timelapse photography. Plus I want to be on a couch and spray paint the ground. I have really simple needs.
And I need this pregnancy app for when I teach human reproduction…
Unfortunately, it’s not free. The useful stuff rarely is…because education has so much spare cash lying around? Seriously…my students would really benefit from this.
My mood today? I got through. I did stuff. I ran errands. I went to the gym. I finished a book, the second in a series…Crossed by Allie Condie.
It was pretty good. More YA dystopia where we try to eradicate anomalies (and disease) from society and realize that would fail because humans have free will and all. Plus love. You know. The ending was a little iffy, but there’s a third book in the series, so they had to set up for that. I would have done it differently, but I haven’t managed to write my breakout novel yet, so I can’t really complain.
Life. I get through it. Art keeps me from flying apart.
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Captain America body changes = a neat CG/body shrinking algorithm for the sequences in which he moves, and a body double and digital head replacement for the scenes in which he’s still. Yes, I realize that this was a rhetorical question, but it’s the kind of thing I relish. If I didn’t have a nine-year-old, I’d still be going to SIGGRAPH like a sleazy rock band groupie.
I don’t listen to music while I work, unless I’m in the garage butchering wood. My brain runs too much. Too much interior monologue. I do listen to TED talks or Fresh Air on NPR, though, unless the sewing machine drowns them out. I usually have to sit down and write before even getting started, sort of like taking one’s brain to use the bathroom. Your mileage may vary.
Shopping? No problem. Bigfoot sweaters from Archie McPhee and Portal companion cube cookie jars from ThinkGeek. Maybe William Shakespeare air fresheners for the people who are more like acquaintances. As a bonus, these gifts will drive away maybe 50% of the people on your gift list, so next year you’ll save money.
My youngest son (now 10) had already done a regular mohawk and a crosswise reverse mohawk (looked like a skin headband, weird) for crazy hair day, so this year he wanted a letter mohawk. I cut his hair down to about half an inch, trimmed the outline of his initial, and then shaved everything else but the letter A. He’s kept it while the shaved part grows in; it’s still legible 3 weeks later. Funny kid.