Hey y’all. I missed writing yesterday. My brain was on GRADE GRADE GRADE mode. It’s been there for 4 or 5 days and I’ve missed some things I should have been paying closer attention to. This school year just sucks. Usually, about now, the school year is calming down, we’re finding a routine, and stuff is getting under control. I’m sure you know the end of that story in 2020. Fuck all that, we’re back in, starting over, fuck the routine, and fuck calm.
Saturday, I ignored school. Mostly. I did a bunch of other stuff, including some art projects I just needed the impetus to get started, so I could then do a little each night. One was the clay piece for our FIG labyrinth…
I used to do ceramics in school and then for a bit after, but I think before the divorce? Or maybe just after? It was hard to find a studio and the time, so it just didn’t happen. Anyway, on Saturday, a super dry and hot day, I started finally. Sliced into the clay, started trying to roll coils and stick them together.
It was much easier Sunday night. I had something started, my hands were remembering how, and it wasn’t as dry out.
I have this clay tool I love, I remember loving it, but I can’t find it. It’s here somewhere, in this house.
She can’t be very tall, so it hopefully won’t take me long. That said, I didn’t work on her at all last night. Last night was kind of a clusterfuck.
The other thing I started was my SJSA Remembrance block, for Nicholas Bils.
I traced his face, and then went and got it enlarged about 150%. Then added it to a larger background.
And then added stuff in the background: his name, his dog, a river (for his dog, whose name was either River or Rio, and because he lived on the water).
And then last night, I started tracing the Wonder Under…
And get that done.
I have fabric for the shirt, but it needs to be dyed. Not sure if I can pull that off this week, so I might change my mind about it. We’ll see. Time is at a premium. Not my choice.
We walked around Lake Murray Saturday night…
It’s too peoply too, but manageable.
It was dusky.
Saturday night stitching was brainless.
Sue Spargo’s Homegrown March blocks. All I can handle is stitching it down.
I only have one done of the four. Don’t get excited.
It’s totally worth it and hopefully won’t close down today.
I was also introduced to Melody Money, whose work I haven’t see before.
She’s got some handwork on there.
Lots of details…
You should totally go see both these shows.
They’ll be there until January, so even if we shut down museums today, they’ll open back up eventually.
Here’s where I’ve been grading…
Notice the cat? Yeah. It’s a crowded space when I’m doing everything.
Work sucks. I’m freaked out by everything. Everything is overwhelming. Staff meetings make my brains melt. Kid demands made me cry last night. I can’t do more than I am. Yesterday, I walked for 3+ miles to get it out of my head.
I only took the little dog. The big dog is too old for that far. So she was sad, and he was tired. But I needed it.
With that, Happy Tuesday. Love you all. Well, except for the non-mask-wearers. I don’t love you right now. And send cookies. But I’m fussy about them. So don’t really send them. Send cookie thoughts.