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I’m Not Crazy at PIQF
Last weekend, I boarded a plane Friday night with my flu virus and some cold meds and kleenex and sore-throat lozenges, and I made my way northward to Santa Clara, California, where the Pacific International Quilt Festival was taking place. I had never been to one of the Mancuso shows before, but knew it had a mix of art and traditional quilts, much like IQF, but with more emphasis on the traditional.
I went to see my curated exhibit I’m Not Crazy, which opened back in August, but only travels to California once in the year. I was looking forward to seeing the pieces in person, since pictures don’t do fiber art justice, most of the time.
My camera card ate my photos (it may spit them out again…it has done that before), so Tanya Brown was nice enough to take some for me the next day…Here are the three sections of drape that we had for this show.
The first section with what I call The Face Wall, staring out at those who walk by…
And its facing wall…
Below, Sylvia M. Weir’s Insane Asylum and Karen S. Musgrave’s Glimpses of the Dark Angel.
The coloring on each of these two pieces is beautiful in real life.
Below, Mary B. Pal’s Stogie, Lois A. Sprague’s Moody Blues, and Kathleen McCabe’s What Next?
I love the range of expressions in those three pieces.
Below, Carol Howard Donati’s In My Head and Cynthia St. Charles’ All Alone and Blue.
Both pieces have hints of traditional piecing and patterning, but the details of quilting and pattern move beyond the traditional.
Below, a general view of the second section…
And the other wall of that section…
Below, Gerrie Congdon’s Alternate Universe and Salli McQuaid’s Bipolar 1: Loco.
They echo the movement in each other. Salli is our catalog designer and we are very appreciative of all her hard work on the project.
Below, Susan Lenz’s Held Together by a Thread, Judith A. Roderick’s Red Ravens, and Harue Konishi’s SYO#42.
Below, Nancy L. Bardach’s Running Through and Connie Rohman’s Woven (for Jack).
These two quilts seem to speak to each other. I hope we get a gallery exhibit for these at some point, so they can have more space around them, but they did play well together despite the limited space.
Below is one side of the third section…
And the other side…
Below, Jane B. Broaddus‘ Another Panic Attack and Lea McComas’ Recovery.
Both of these had lots of surface design and embellishment that worked well with their chosen images.
Below, Melinda Bula’s Good and Plenty and Karol Kusmaul’s Whee at the ALF.
This picture shows more of the texture that was visible on these two quilts than the pictures I had for their entries…so it was nice to see that in real life.
Below, Elizabeth Michellod-Dutheil’s Mal Etre and Judy Kirpich’s Circles No. 5.
The circles seem to lead the eye from the left piece to the right. It’s always interesting to see it hung in real life, instead of just laid out on paper. It was harder to visualize the works together in the space than I thought it would be…I would think it would be easier if I had them in the space and could choose the hanging order. That said, it is a beautiful show, thanks to all the hard work of the artists and Sue Reno’s decisions on which pieces to include. I’m looking forward to seeing the catalog, which is in process. I’ll announce its availability when I know it’s coming out. I appreciate SAQA for giving me the opportunity through the curator-in-training program to put this exhibit together; Kathleen McCabe, Martha Sielman, Eileen Doughty, Lisa Ellis, and Bill Reker for their help within SAQA with the process, the website, the shipping, and the entry program; Mary Claire Moyer and the Mancuso Brothers for helping SAQA and me, and giving us the exhibition space; and Sue Reno and the artists for working with me to create a great exhibit. The feedback we’ve gotten has been positive, which is a plus.
The show continues through May, following the Mancuso shows in Florida, Virginia, New Jersey, and Colorado, having opened in New Hampshire and already traveled to Pennsylvania and now California. Hopefully we can add some venues to the end of that, because I think the show deserves a gallery space somewhere.
Wowza
Well, if I were more with it, this would be a fantastic post of weekend trip pictures and stories…but I’m not with it. In fact, I’ve probably got some mutant version of the flu, which is manifesting itself as a nasty, rib-cracking cough and a hearty game of chills vs fever. Of course, it was also the weekend I’d planned a kamikaze Friday-night field trip to Santa Clara to the Pacific International Quilt Festival to see my curated exhibit I’m Not Crazy. Friday morning at school, I put my head down during my prep and dreamed of sleep…in a bed…it was many hours before I reached that. Saturday I saw the show (more on that later) and photographed the exhibit, then had to rest and revive with a dose of hot tea, pseudo epinephrine, and Tanya (each was beneficial in its own way). Lunch was awful, and then we headed for the airport. I’m sure having sinus congestion didn’t help (I think my right ear has finally popped), plus there’s something purely nauseating about being in the back seat of a taxi.
I officially collapsed last night. Eventually I managed some tea (the universal feel-better drink) and pizza, and then back to bed. Twenty-eight throat lozenges later, my ribs feel like I gave birth to an alien, my brain is mush, and I spent probably 5 hours in bed or collapsed on a couch or chair today.
Yes, I also went to a soccer game. I sat. I did not yell. Once or twice, I put my head down. (We had dueling soccer games. I’m sure if there had been only one, I could have stayed in bed. As it was, I almost stayed in the car, but the sweltering heat made that nigh impossible.)
Oh yeah, and my camera card ate a bunch of pictures in the middle of the show and I didn’t have the energy to go back and rephotograph. The last time it did that, it finally coughed up the eaten photographs more than 6 weeks later, so maybe they will show up for Christmas. You just never know.
What I do know is that things are rarely easy…and I’m truly glad I got to see the show in real life and that I took the time to go up there, despite all the other crap. I also know that I’m going to bed early tonight and hopefully will feel more like a human tomorrow…if not, there’s always Urgent Care.
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Not Vacation
I am currently sitting (yay sitting!) in the fitting area at H&M in San Francisco, waiting for the girlchild to finish trying stuff on. Part of the agreement when I planned this trip meant I knew I would have to give the girlchild places where she feels happy. Unfortunately, at this point in her development, we rejoice in her cooking talent, but are tortured by her love of shopping.
Twenty-four hours later, I’m in a different kind of waiting room, the kind that eventually gets me on a plane home. I’ve weathered my driver getting seriously nauseous in the Golden Gate Bridge, enough that he warned me to grab the wheel at one point…Bridge Security was ever so nice and we eventually got back in the car and drove (nay, crept) through San Francisco on our way to a dinner party we never got to (food poisoning!)…back to Sunnyvale in time to drop sick person into a bed and feed the increasingly starving teens (I gave them chocolate, which seemed to help). The girlchild had one full-on hurricane tantrum at Stanford, but was fine at Berkeley because she finally got dim sum (this is unfortunately where our driver got whatever beast that is still troubling his belly). She’s had a few thunderstorms since, but was mollified by chocolate.
The purpose of this trip? To get both kids thinking about college types and environments, to thus winnow down the possibilities to a manageable chunk for travel purposes. I think we were successful with that. Boychild doesn’t like big city environments…but is beginning to understand the concept of backup schools. He was very impressed by the wildlife, especially at UC Santa Cruz…
We went to UCSC for the environment, thinking the girlchild might appreciate it…she was impressed by the animals and trees, but not the art studios (I chose UCI over Santa Cruz because they had working artists teaching the classes…and in retrospect, the program was the best possible for me without sending me to an art-only school). I don’t know if art is where she’ll end up…but I do suspect boychild’s interest in physics and math are not her first choices. Boychild likes big libraries, which I find ironic, considering how much reading he does electronically. I made sure he saw every library.
Next trip? I think Boston. If I can stand it. I might leave everyone else home and report back via podcast.
Tomorrow? Mine. Making art.
Sorry for the lousy photos…I am in fact posting this from my phone…while plugged in to a chair in the San Jose Airport. My luggage is not unattended and I have caffeine. Girlchild just purchased a book on her Kindle, using a Christmas gift card, boychild is reading his Nook, and our fearless driver is sleeping off the effects of food poisoning. It could be worse.









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