My windows are dirty. This is not a euphemism for something. My actual house windows are dirty. I see them every day and it’s on my to-do list to clean them, but then I do 5 things and the day is gone and I still haven’t finished everything, I’m still eating dinner at 8:30 because I didn’t start cooking early enough because I was grading things and making videos (I made 11 videos for school yesterday). I think I read my book yesterday. Maybe. A chapter. I know I didn’t shave the Man’s head…I remembered this morning that I was supposed to help with that. Oh well. He’ll do it himself. If only the windows would do themselves.
Busy weekend, but they all are. I actually slept in on Saturday until 9 AM. I mean, minus the dog barking and the Man opening and closing things. It was delightful. But apparently not enough, because here I am on Monday morning feeling like a truck hit me and maybe I need another three cups of tea before I’ll be functional again.
Let’s start with clay. I have this mug that was too big so it became a planter that I was making, just for fun, not art, and it was finally dry enough to either fire or decide what I wanted to do about glazing. Glaze is hard, but I wanted to try these glazes that are shiny after the bisque fire. So I remembered to bring the glazes to the studio on Friday (not enough room to store them there) and painted it…
Painting glazes is a pain in the ass…you need at least two coats, maybe three. We’ll see how this turns out.
Pro: it’s done. Con: I realized when I was done that it had taken me 2 hours. Another late dinner. Ah well.
I also traced…in fact, I finished tracing the Wonder Under last night…15 nights…
19 hours and 13 minutes…
7 yards and a bit…
I think I stayed up too late for all of those 15 nights trying to get an hour in, or last night, just trying to finish. It’ll be at least 7 hours to cut it all out, probably more. Lots of little pieces in there.
Saturday, I went to Visions with my quilt guild folks to see the new Latine exhibit there. There’s a design thing going on because San Diego and Mexico, so the museum had some new and different artists showing, which was nice.
Her piece Shallow Water Emerges Til Dawn…
Very much asks you to touch it. The chains were especially nice, dangling off the ends.
Chain fabric even.
Marisa Raygoza…
Emotional Support Rock…I’m feeling this one especially.
Tumble Dry
Some embroideries from her movie The Path of a Tear…
And some soft sculpture, although there’s nothing soft about a gun.
She Used Her Head As a Revolver
There were art dresses, which somehow I didn’t photograph, and weavings as well…
The most intriguing part of this piece, by Olivia Arreguin, Womb in a Dress, was the DNA she knotted into the womb.
Cool exhibit…check it out.
Also walked the dogs…was puppy sitting Annie…
We all needed a walk.
The path was really overgrown with flowers…
The two old guys were a little…um…panty.
Got my 3 miles in though.
Check out the glare on that cat…
Nova seemed very offended by Simba’s presence.
OK, well, I’m still reviewing science for the state test. The kids are rebelling against it, but whatever. They’d rebel against anything but naps and candy right now. Makes my life fun. Friday was annoying. Thank goodness for clay at the end of the day. Today will be different…I changed it up. Constantly trying to find different ways to get info in their heads…takes a ton of time and energy. I’m running low on both. Then staff meeting. Then clay again…not sure which piece I’m going to work on. Then cutting things out. Probably need to grade things in there too. Ugh. Or planning. That’s definitely a thing. This week is survival. Maybe all of them are. Well, I start teaching sex ed at some point, so that’s at least an attention-getter…but they’re all convinced they don’t need to do anything else for the rest of the year. Fun times.
Kathy Nida 