Last Monday of the 2024/2025 school year. Also supposed to be 90 degrees and we’re outside for most of it. There was some claim of low clouds for the morning, but there is no sign of that here, 2.74 miles away from school. I have sunscreen, a hat, a change of shoes (color run), water…but I lose my prep period, so when will I eat my snack and pee? No one is clear on that one. The things that count, though…
So. Cool things. I was followed by this art center I’d never heard of and kind of looked at it and went, huh. Why? And didn’t follow back (probably a mistake). Then saw that someone who had bought one of my pieces was having a show of her collection at said art center…go look at it and notice who else’s work is in the show…with mine. Wow. That’s kinda cool. Here’s the Lubeznik Center for the Arts in Michigan City, Indiana, only an hour out from Chicago (I looked). And the show is Women to the Front (great title)…and here’s the artist list.
Oh yeah. OK. Impressive. Wish I could figure out how to get to that show, but it’s summer and I’ve already spent all my travel funds. Note to self: follow art centers back. Don’t question it.
Did some underglazing on Friday.
Still taking forever. Fun times. I did all the black things. Next? I think red. There also might be more gray (gun, I’m looking at you).
I marched on Saturday…
It was a lot of people.
Apparently over 60,000. All peaceful.
It was a long day…took the trolley in (read my book both directions).
The Man came too…probably a lot more people than he’s been around for a while. But it was good to see that and feel that. The total number of protesters all over the US has been all over the map, from 5-12 million. Still a lot. Maybe someone should listen to that.
We came home and I read to Bowie…
Little cross-eyed bastard. Put him to sleep…
Depositing hair everywhere.
I did a little wool stitchdown.
Nova really wanted to be on my lap, but wool AND cat when it’s hot? Ugh.
I sandwiched and pinbasted Chirp, the next finished Sue Spargo I had lying around.
Might as well finish some things while my brain is processing. I did finally manage to start a drawing…twice…and this isn’t the final for sure, but it’s processing…
I know what I’m aiming for finally. So that’ll be this week.
Yeah this…
And he did say who he was. So much incompetence in government officials right now…and I’m not talking about Padilla.
Astrology stuff always cracks me up. Both the Man and I are different water signs, and incredibly different people. Shockingly.
I think most of those are mine, not his. And barely accurate. Ah well.
OK. School is weird today. Promotion practice, which usually takes a few hours and a few tries. It’s gonna be hot and sunny. I lose my prep period. Then I probably have kids in Period 4? Admin seemed to think Period 3 too? OK. Never happened in the last two years, so not sure I believe you. But whatever. Three years? How many years have I been 8th grade now? Fuck. Can’t remember. So that. Showing videos if we’re back in class. Not doing anything else. Then lunch, then the last few hours are helping to manage kids with Tshirt signing, BBQ, and color run. Then duty (outside in the heat again) and a staff meeting (UGH). Hopefully I will have the energy for clay afterwards, but it won’t surprise me if I don’t. I sense sweat and sunburn in my future. But we’re almost out! Tomorrow is promotion and my room is almost cleared out, so I won’t have to come back on Wednesday. Woohoo! Summer break, I am ready. To sleep for a couple of weeks (it never happens…there’s too much noise and light for me to sleep).
I had to leave for school yesterday with only 9% of my book to be read. I think it said 18 minutes. Good book; wanted to know how it ended. Day job. It’s fine, I read during my prep period and then continued cleaning things and putting them away. I have a giant paper cut from all that, which I don’t appreciate. And a few bruises of unknown origin. Always fun. But yesterday was that great day when you get to the end, walk next door to your coteacher, and say, wait…what do we do with ourselves? Grades are done. Everything is set up for the next three days (well, besides whatever clusterfuck we don’t know about yet). I’m supposed to be at an awards breakfast in 25 minutes (ugh…that’s just for setup). But school is mostly done, besides the surviving part. And cleaning. It’s amazing. I’ve almost survived it. I don’t have to go home and prep, plan, or grade. A joy. Almost a joy. Still teaching today.
I still haven’t started a new art piece. I need to start drawing, and to do that, I need to not be exhausted at the end of the day. Haven’t gotten there yet. Wednesday night, I finished the Tinsel quilt for my mom…
It needs hanging stuff and I need to handsew the label.
Only 2 1/2 years. I thought it was less. Oh well.
Last night was my monthly stitching meeting with friends, so I worked on the June Rooted block.
Progress. This one has a lot of fussy little things in it. I’ll be here a while. This stuff is very relaxing though. I came home and kept stitching on the bits and pieces of the Homegrown borders, which have been sitting around and waiting for a good long while.
These are all Sue Spargo blocks of the month. I find them relaxing and fun to work on in between other stuff. I’ve got two of them to quilt as well, so I might do some of that in between other things this summer. We’ll see. At the moment, I can’t see past today, so there’s that.
Too true.
Dragging the Man out to a protest march tomorrow. I’m boggled by the crazy out there…not the protesters…the government. The lack of forethought for their behaviors. Yes, if you arrest all the farm workers, there will be no food, you idiots. One of my coworkers said they were only arresting criminals. You know who doesn’t go to immigration interviews? Criminals. People who are following the rules do. There’s no due process here, no checking to see if people have legal status. Hell, they keep throwing congresspeople to the floor. No questions! It’s terrifying. Mindboggling. Anyway. So I get to go to school today, sit through one promotion lineup, dump my kids off to turn in their Chromebooks, teach the rest of the day about goal setting (something no one is doing right now), handing back time capsules, then hopefully going to ceramics. Protest tomorrow. Two more days of school next week, mostly outside in the sun. Which reminds me, I need sunscreen for today. That’s important.
I love that I said I’d be cleaning my classroom this week, because that hasn’t happened. At all. And it’s not likely to any time soon. I’m teaching, talking all the time, for the next three days, then we have a day of practice and crazy antics, then actual promotion. By the end of the day, hell, by prep period, I’m out of it. Today. Today I will use prep period wisely. I will. I swear. My coteacher and I will go get all the stupid signatures we need to check out. That’s my plan. The last of the to-be-graded assignments are due at 3:30 today. I have a union meeting after school, and then I’m grading. I came home yesterday and graded while on Zoom with my stupid school board meeting. Fun times. I had pilates (finally, I got in…I need the exercise and the time to concentrate on something besides school, something that’s good for me), so I didn’t go to the board meeting, but my stalwart coworkers stayed past 8 PM. It’s never an hour with this board…it’s always three or more. No efficiency there. We went to Belmont Park with the whole promoting class yesterday…my coteacher and I rode the roller coaster early (it gets chaotic after that).
Look! Real smiles! Seriously love me a good roller coaster. I didn’t go last year for some stupid reason. It does make for a long, exhausting day though. We combined our classes for the last two periods and watched Into the Spiderverse. We didn’t even start it over for the last period; just kept watching. For the last 30 minutes, there was a big ice cream celebration for most of our kids. We kept 7 and sat in the dark air conditioning. I don’t really know how I managed to stay functional during grading for an hour or so and then pilates, but I did.
The pro is that I’ve had some time to stitch in the evenings. I’ve been trying to get the flowers on the Sue Spargo Homegrown borders finally. It’s a lot of little pieces on a giant thing. During book club on Monday, I worked on her Rooted quilt…
Here’s the June block on top of her Tinsel quilt, which I’m finishing for my mom. It’s taking forever…
Teeny tiny binding requires tinier stitches. I’m finally on the sleeves, so hopefully, I’ll finish tonight. I have two more Spargo quilts to finish up. I did have a drawing pop into my head during pilates last night (don’t ask…it’s how Art Brain works…I’m trying not to fall over and it’s creating shit). I’m not saying I won’t start some art thing before finishing the two Spargo quilts…I haven’t made any decisions, because I literally don’t have the brain power for that.
Monday was ceramics…I painted the torso for the fourth time…this time, I actually covered everything, but I had to reattach that damn hand again.
I saved some of the mix of underglaze to patch the hand…smarter than usual. Friday, I’m hoping to start glazing more of the other bits, which will take forever. At least.
The base has been bisqued, but the colors were a bit much, so I finally decided to underglaze over them. I also want to do a wash over it all, but I can’t wipe that away without wiping the glaze away, so I’m going to have to fire it again. Expensive. That said, this piece has so many freaking hours in it, I’ll never be able to sell it. At this point, I just want to be able to finish it.
The crazy stuff I do for fun.
Here’s a sampling of kid stuff about sex ed…
Made me laugh.
A lot.
Sigh. That one. Literally they had a chart to help them fill this out. I mean, he’s not entirely wrong.
Anyway. I’m putzing along with all the things. I have a lot of things unfortunately. I did book my flight up to San Francisco to see the girlchild and all the art that’s up there, including my piece at Sebastopol. So my two summer things are planned. The rest of the summer is managing all the shit at home and getting things cleaned up and gotten rid of and painted and fixed and trimmed and planted. And sleeping and reading and making art. Maybe not in that order. Maybe sleeping first. For a week or two. Not that the living things (or my body) let me sleep for long. I would rather be reading my book today than teaching about sexually transmitted infections, but that’s not an option. Union meeting after school. Then grades. Then stitching of some sort. Wait. When AM I reading today (most important question ever)? Good question. Always.
I wake up to gloomy Juney skies in Southern California, with 7 days of school left, at least 3 of them are chaotic evil, OK, maybe neutral, but probably not good. Today includes two staff meetings, maybe three, with one optional but is it really? I mean, they sent an email at 9:30 PM about it. Last night. Fun times. Free donuts though. How do you get teachers to show up early on a Monday morning? Yeah. Free food. We’re sad. We had this discussion that our appreciation week this year was pretty sad…the wonder of no PTA and IDK what else. It is not ideal.
Meanwhile, the government is trying to make a case for sending the National Guard into Los Angeles, after not deploying them during the January 6 insurrection. I mean, if there were ever a time to use them (since 1960), that would be it. And to ignore the governing bodies already saying, “We got this”…nah, let’s escalate it. After arresting tourists and US Marshalls and kids in or on their way to school and people who have been going through the legal process, paying taxes, contributing to the community, sometimes for YEARS, let’s deport them. Immigrants pay $96.7 billion in taxes each year. They’re not freeloaders, unlike some billionaires.
This picture was all over the internet yesterday…some of my extremely right-leaning friends posted it.
Claiming it was part of the ‘riots’ in Los Angeles. Problem is, that’s not a current picture. It’s from 2020. It doesn’t help when the elected politicians are part of that fraud.
Liars. That’s how they start riots. Lying.
Exacerbate the issue. Make California the problem. Bring in the military. Many of whom are people of color, immigrants. In fact, y’all, most of us are immigrants here. My lily white people weren’t born here. We came from somewhere else. Most of you did.
I’m so irritated by the government’s flailing at the moment, so scared for my students’ families, so worried that those who are apparently in charge will be making things so much worse. Power. Greed. Money. Not empathy, not taking care of people, not making sure things are safe. No Kings protest on Saturday. No dictators. No rich people in charge please, unless they get it. Unless they donate books to schools or homes to the homeless. Donate a significant part of their income. Pay their damn taxes. Pay their bills. Then they can be in charge. Not these bloated idiots.
Sigh. It’s not surprising I can’t make new art right now. Between school ending and all this shit, how could I? I did finish the in-between Boom quilt…
Friday night. Nova not helping. At all.
My mom had given the Tinsel quilt back to me after she finished the snowflake embroidery…
I think she gave it back to me in November, and then it’s been sitting around. I finally quilted it…just luckily had the right colors of thread. Good thing, because I don’t know where to locally get thread any more.
I mean, it’s not like Joann had regularly stocked thread in the last couple of years anyway.
I appliqued stuff, mom embroidered, I pieced it together and added some pieces over the edges, appliqued the snowflake bits on. We changed the borders. I didn’t like the way it was in the pattern, and someone else had done a nicer version, so we did that instead.
Last night, I put the binding on and made sleeves.
I’m not done with the handstitching, but I probably will be tonight.
Trying to do all that while the dumb government attempts to take over the state. I’m willing to stop paying federal taxes…they don’t pay for anything I want at the moment. No education, no USAID, no saving people’s lives with cancer research, no NOAA, so what am I paying for? Teslas? Starlink? Gold toilets? Nothing I want. Nothing I need.
I’m still teaching sex ed. This is a legit concern.
Four more days of that. Today is pretty chill. Gonna test them. Then grades are due Thursday, so I did a bunch of that this weekend, but I won’t be done until Thursday.
This is also legit. Above and below.
She’s an immigrant.
Sigh. I’ve got to get through this week. So many meetings. So much stressful crap. Hoping LA holds it together, but stands their ground. Hoping the pressure of 22 governors against the feds will back all this shit off. Mass deportations. The people who voted for that don’t understand what it really means. Also, tourism is down. Shockingly. You can’t give aid to the fire victims, but you’ll pay for this. You won’t help people hit by tornados or hurricanes, but you’ll pay for this. You won’t send the Guard out to protect people in the Capitol, but you’ll do this.
OK. School. Meetings. Free donuts. Grading. Cleaning the classroom. Trying NOT to build a pillow fort and hide in it for a year or so.
Oooh. Friday. Thanks for coming. Nice to see you. Eight days of school left. Finally out of the totally dry sex ed teaching and into the meaty stuff of pregnancy and parts (they forgot all of them) and diseases (they think it’s all Herpes). Definitely at the document-the-shit-out-of-your-behavior time of year. So the really annoying ones can get out if they can’t behave. Also second Eid came early this year, so a ton of kids will be out today. Oh well. I was missing 9 kids by Period 6 yesterday. My coteacher had 10 kids total in her classroom. Lots of opt-outs on her end, parents who opt their kids out of the curriculum…which is FINE, if they do it on schedule, which large numbers of them did not, increasing our stress levels. Fun times. It’s the end of the school year; it’s always stressful. With the adjustment to a Tuesday end instead of a Thursday end, the grade file doesn’t open until Monday and it’s due Thursday…not sure when the heck I’m supposed to get all that done (well, after school, in the evenings, no duh) AND clean my room up to close it out. There’s a field trip Tuesday, then promotion lineups and next week, I think we’re barely in the classroom, which is fine, but usually grades are due after a weekend. So I’ll get everything I can done this weekend, but the early part of next week will be yucky. I guess at least I know it’s coming.
Art is slow right now because of all that. I did manage on Wednesday night to trim the quilt and get the binding machine stitched on…
Smaller quilts are nice because I don’t have to try to go out and shop for binding. I never have enough of any fabric for binding a big quilt.
Then last night, I sewed the sleeves on and started the handstitching…
Didn’t quite finish; I will tonight. Then I’m going to start trying to draw the next big one. Wish me luck.
I made it to ceramics on Wednesday finally…it’s been almost two weeks. The girlchild gave me a stamp for Mother’s Day and I finally had a chance to try it…
Very cool. She had it made from one of my eye drawings apparently. So fun. Much easier than the crappy carving of my name I’ve been doing.
I glazed, after fixing one thing that broke and breaking two more things, because that’s the stage we’re at.
This color is much better, so I started glazing other things, like bombs and tires. Hopefully I’ll be doing more of that tonight.
My banned book piece will be in this show, opening up in a couple of weeks at the downtown library.
It’ll be on the main floor, I think…
The opening is June 21 from 12-2. I have a dental appointment at 11, so I’ll be rushing a bit.
Liars. Also this…
I don’t want to pay federal taxes any more. It’s not doing me any good.
Here’s Nova again, trying to be ON my lap while I read. I’m literally holding her head as she tries to smoosh her entire chonky self under the iPad.
Sweet but demanding (and shedding fur all over the place).
OK. Teaching how to prevent unplanned pregnancies today (aka birth control). More cleaning of the room, although not during classtime, because classtime is all talking, all the time, no rest for the wicked. Or me. Then clay, then finish the quilt. Sounds OK. Sounds doable. No more late work can be turned in after midnight tonight (well, it CAN, but I won’t grade it), so that’s a hard line. It means that in a week, there will be no more grading. I love that for me. No planning either, except for some bits and pieces of stuff I keep tossing out there. My coteacher and I have two days for planning for next year set up already, for the beginning of July…gives us time to mentally reset, but works around our summer schedules. I’m jealous of her travel, but also want to stay home and make art. And I’ve been finding and ordering supplies for the week of artmaking in July for me. Going to do some painting on fabric and some fabric manipulation and some threadpainting. I have avoided Amazon and Target and Walmart and Hobby Lobby and all the other lame companies. I feel good about it, excited even. Not excited about cleaning the garage out, but it is also on the list. So is painting the shed. Fun times. Not. Maybe I’ll even get the sprinklers fixed finally. Ha!
Oh. My. It’s been fun y’all. Really. This week? I’m sure it’s the 7th Thursday this week. Yes, I know it’s not really Thursday. Or the 7th Thursday in a week. It just FEELS that way. I haven’t cried yet (knock on wood, growth mindset!), so either that’s a good thing, or the meditation and ashwaganda are doing their jobs. Maybe. I might just be in shock.
So, there’s 10 days of school left. Time enough to teach pregnancy and unplanned pregnancies (aka birth control) and STDs. And grade everything? I think kids have stopped trying to fix their grades. Mostly. I’m OK with that. If you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re unlikely to. It’s absolute chaos. Nothing new there. So just strap in, hold on, and scream, and eventually it will be done.
Art! I have a ton of things going on in my head. I’m trying to cull down the things I want to try during the residency to a reasonable number. I can’t do ALL the things in a week…I think. Trying to make sure I have stuff to prep and to do the things. Need materials and some bases to work on. So I’ve been pulling books off of bookshelves and searching up materials lists. That part is fun. I’m also sort of halfheartedly working on this piece, which really really wanted to be made for a long time.
So I quilted her in two nights.
She’s seriously uncomplicated, unlike me. Trim her tonight, put a binding on?
Then what? Then I need to start drawing. Or do something else small and uncomplicated. I’ll have to figure that out.
It’s been this for DAYS.
Like BRING IT. Rain plasma down from the heavens! OK, no, we don’t want fires. RAIN from the heavens! But no. It’s just humid and thick and uncomfortable and you don’t even get the excitement of thunder and lightning, very very frightening me.
This is fun. And so true. And why men’s sperm counts are down.
And we don’t know how to get rid of them. Also, fuck Southwest for putting Gulf of American on their flight tracker. FUCK THEM. Like arrogant shit much? Sigh.
This is so incredibly true. I just moved a huge pile from one place to another…
I SHOULD READ SOME OF THEM. True really. I should. It’s not like I’m not reading; I totally am, every day, for probably too long. Considering all the other shit I should be doing that I’m not. Procrastination? Not really. Just. OK. Maybe. Yeah. I mean, I’d rather read a chapter about demons and vampires than weed whack the slope or replace the solenoid in the sprinkler valve. IDK what my issue is with that, but my brain is just like screaming NO at me. OK brain. Chill. I won’t make you screw the thing in and attach the wires.
OK. Today I am teaching about body image and things. I remember this being a stupid lesson, the way it’s designed, not the learning of it. I didn’t design it. All this was designed by a committee. Yes, a committee I was on, but trying to explain to parents what the average middle schooler will and won’t do in a classroom is torture, plus other teachers are much more wholesome (read: not cynical) than I am and think kids WANT to draw little pictures representing themselves for 20 minutes at the end of the year…I mean, SOME of them do, but I’ve got a whole group of rancid fermenting boys that just want to yell PENIS and run around like chickens with their heads cut off. So yeah. That’s today. Meeting this morning. Somewhat stressful. Lots going on. Could do without it, but it spiraled. Or mushroomed. Or mushroom spiraled. Then after school, I swear I am going to ceramics. I’ve been SO TIRED. But I’m going. I need to. It’ll be fine. I don’t have book club tonight (it got moved) and I’m not cooking, so there’s no rush. I can just go and glaze and listen to my audiobook and chill out. Hopefully. That’s my plan. The rest can go fuck itself.
Uh huh. Twelve days. Unfortunately, two full 5-day weeks, which sounds hard, because it is at this stage. Trying to grade everything, do awards, get ready to teach sex ed, we don’t have the right number of packets of anything and it’s all talking, all the time. Still recovering from food poisoning, thought I was fine, then Saturday kicked my butt. It’s fine. I’m just getting through it all a bit at a time, but I spent probably 4 straight hours Sunday afternoon doing just that. No clay, no nothing. I’m tired of that shit.
I did make art, not a lot, just a bit. I ironed the smaller piece together, with the help of Annie on my feet…
Dogsitting weekend. Almost wrote dogshitting. Still valid.
Small pieces go together quite quickly.
Saturday night, after being mostly off for hours in the afternoon, I stitched it down.
Sunday, I sandwiched, pinbasted, and started quilting…
I also stitched this down…
My SIL claimed it back in November and I promptly lost it for a few months. Found it! Not sure how I’m finishing it yet.
Way too many animals here this weekend. Both dogs helping me read my book Friday afternoon after a very long day of 45 egg drops and a principal meeting.
Sigh. I don’t really want the new principal who’s coming. He doesn’t have great reviews. Ah well. Should be a shitshow of a year.
We had Annie because her daddy was coaching soccer up north.
She has mellowed out. She’s also scared of cats and we have four of them.
And sometimes they like each other.
Boychild was at a fire and gone an extra day for that…
So Simba barked nonstop and the Man and I sent memes about dogs barking back and forth.
Totally Simba.
And when Simba gets going, Annie sometimes joins in, mostly out of nervousness of being left out, I think.
Survived the egg drops, although many eggs did not.
It seems anathema to sacrifice so many scrambled egg breakfasts in the name of science, but we did. It was good.
Happy Pride Month!!!
Maybe I’ll get my flag up this month. Might need an assist on that.
This is my answer to my local school board about everything.
Also that last bit, louder for those chatting in the back.
Want some owl video?
There’s definitely a baby. I hope there’s more. Even if they’re loud.
Yeah. The next quilt isn’t fully in my head yet. Not surprising, considering all the juggling and balancing going on right now. Two Zooms (emergencies!) just popped up in my email last night. Sigh.
Yup. That’s what I do. In rainbow colors (not just Pride…all the time).
OK. Teaching the first day of sex ed, where we talk about nothing. Fun stuff. Then a two-hour staff meeting where we might meet the new principal who we’ve already vetted with all our friends who work at the school where he’s not allowed back. No joke. It’s been a good run, y’all. I’ve had decent principals for about 13 years or so. I guess its’ time. OR. Maybe he learned his lesson after the last one, will turn over a new leaf? What are the odds. THEN, I get to be on an emergency Zoom while driving to drop art off downtown, because, yes, I got into the library show. It opens June 21, Saturday, from 12-2. I think I have a dentist appointment right before that, so I will be running late. Ah well. At least I got in. Then maybe I can come home after all that. Not sure when clay is happening. Tomorrow? Ugh. Midnight? Maybe.
Today we drop eggs. It seems wasteful, even anathema, to drop eggs, but the kids do learn some important stuff. Like slow it the fuck down. Make sure it’s padded. Don’t make it fucking heavy. Today they will learn that their designs will bounce…and that’s a bad thing. They also (probably more importantly) learned to research design issues and work together to create a design on a time crunch. And that if they don’t do any work, they get no choices as to who they’ll be working with…they’ll be stuck with the other kids who didn’t do any work and if they want to participate, they’ll have to start working. Also pretty important. Some of the most important stuff kids learn in school, honestly…the stuff nonteachers probably don’t even think about. For me, I’ve been shaky for two days, but improving…part of it is that food is not something I want to eat right now. My body is still undecided about the necessity of food and lets me know that it’s problematic on a regular basis. But it is getting better. I’m keeping it pretty bland. Which is boring. But I don’t wanna eat anyway, so it works. I do need more energy today to manage this drop. I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, not walking…although yesterday was better. I hit my steps yesterday even though I sat a lot. We’ll see. I’d like to go to ceramics today, but that’s probably overreaching things. Maybe tomorrow, when I don’t have to put out a bunch of energy just to get through the day. Might be better.
I have no photos between the crash and about 48 hours later. This is Monday night, before the food poisoning hit…I finished cutting everything out.
And then nothing for two days. Last night, I came into the office and set up the ironing board again, put away all the stuff for the cat, and got everything ready to iron tonight.
It won’t take long. It’s not big. It’s not complicated. The next big one is rolling around in my head, not solid enough to come into existence yet. It will. Soon. So ironing tonight I hope.
I’m still working on the Quilt National post…it has most of the photos, but missing lots of writing. I’ll get there.
This is what coming back to school after being gone for three days is like.
She cleaned it up, but not before everyone started yelling about inertia. I’m not sure HOW it’s inertia? It was a balance thing. I guess once it was off balance, it was inertia, until the table stopped it. I’m actually highly amused they used science to try to explain it. You’re not sure you have an effect, and you do. Strangely.
My daughter got me a clay stamp with my initials in an eye…very cool.
I haven’t been able to go in and try it yet, but it looks awesome. Way easier than my chicken scratch current version.
Simba was very cranky the other night. I get it dude. I’m with you.
This was a good book…just finished, by A.G. Slattery.
And too real. Especially now. Some ideas from this book are percolating for the next drawing.
OK. Need to go in and get ready for this onslaught of egginess. And energy. I usually have a lot of energy for this…not so much today. I did finally manage some grading yesterday (I did a ton up until Monday night) and some planning. Sex ed starts next week and the packets are here but there are chaotically incorrect amounts of them. All the things are happening at once…we run out of days and everything has to be done, whether you like it or you’re ready or not. Pros and cons to all of that. I think I’ll be OK with some more rest and some more food. I’ll manage to get everything done or throw it out. There’s two packets with some throwaway possibilities. Yeah. We get by, teachers. We don’t have a choice. So many unqualified and inexperienced people telling us how to do a job we’re quite good at when left to do it. OK. Eggs. Eggy Weggys.
I had this goal to have written the massive Quilt National post by now, having missed two regularly scheduled posts. I had a great trip, easy travel, everything was awesome…then I got food poisoning once I got home. Fun times. I missed school yesterday…I think I actually missed the entire day mentally. Pretty sure all I did was sleep and try to drink things. I’m OK (shaky but functional) today, so I guess it’s all through my system. Going back to school today after missing three days with no clue how far they’ve gotten (although it does not look good). Today will be a catchup day, where I roll around the room on a chair, checking in with everyone. Egg drop Friday. Sex ed next week. It’s a lot. I’m not ready for any of it.
Besides the amazing quilts and people, I did do a few other things in Athens…not much though. I did some stitching…first on Zoom with my stitching friends…
Then more on the plane…
Finished this block at home on Sunday night…
I also went for a couple of walks…one with a friend…
And one on my own…
Ohio is very green.
Walked around an old mill that is now a garden center…
Some interesting things going on there…
Went to a winery…who knew Ohio had wineries? It was nice…
The girlchild was in Chicago at the same time…
This is how I learn geography.
I did manage to cut out some pieces for my quilt on Sunday night…
I finished the rest Monday night…before I went to bed for 24 hours straight. Or more.
I will get to the quilt post…it’s in progress. Today will be slow and lots of sitting down, I predict. I already canceled pilates. Pretty sure I’m coming home and lying down again. But who knows…maybe I’ll bounce back. Those younger years when that was easy to do…miss that. Not all of it…just that bit. This morning, I’m stiff as a board. Too much non movement yesterday. Sigh. OK. Take meds, go to work, survive it, come home and collapse.
I just got back from four days in Ohio…Athens, Ohio (OK, it’s taking me a long time to finish this post, so not really just back…almost a month ago! Hey school ended. Don’t judge too hard.). Where Quilt National takes place. This is my 5th time getting in, and nothing compares to the first time, but it’s still amazing. I wasn’t able to go the last two times…in 2021, there was barely a vaccine, and I was teaching on Zoom, and it just seemed like too much. In 2023, I was still listening to my school district tell me there were no subs, you can’t possibly take time off. I stopped listening to them, because there has to be a balance between work and life, and there hasn’t been. I am glad to have a supportive principal at the moment. So this year, I went. Excited! But even then, I had forgotten the amazing rush of being with like-minded people, artists struggling to create, whatever that looks like, meeting new people, seeing old friends, seeing the art! So my brain is still in exploding mode, and hopefully that will get me through the end of the year.
I didn’t photograph all of the pieces. I get to a point where I can’t. But I tried to photograph every artist with their piece, and details when I felt them. Oh hey! Here’s me. Talking about my inspiration. I kept it short. I read Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ Women Who Run With the Wolves when I was in college, and then I had signed up for Audible to listen to books when I quilt and clay, and her books about wise women and crones and Mother trees popped up, and I think I listened to two or three of them. I loved the idea of a Mother Tree/Crone who was trying to protect us all, especially the younger women who might not have the resources we older women have (I’m still not old enough to be a crone, but it’ll come). On the left are all the issues with reproductive rights, telling us we don’t have any, turning women into baby factories. On the right is war, Gaza, Ukraine, there’s bombs dropping throughout this quilt, body bags, people crying. It’s not an easy quilt to explain; it wasn’t easy to make. And I’m glad it got in.
Oh yeah, it has a name: Seeking the Crone’s Protection.
And here it is surrounded by other quilts…love to see what’s around it.
Susan Else’s sculpture Something to Say; to the right, Jennifer Candon’sMetanoia, Peggy Black’sPolyphonic 5 to the left of mine, to the left of that, Ruth de Vos‘ Wings of Freedom, and then to the far left, Keetje Abbenhuis’ Trash in Orbit.
Here’s Peggy Black in front of her piece.
Here’s my good friend Dinah Sargeant with her 100 pieces…holy moly. The piece is called Snaps and is all of her scraps made into little snapshots.
A detail of one of the hundred pieces. Not a small amount of work. She made each into a tiny quilt with sleeves and rods.
This is Kestrel Michaud’sEchoes of Time and Magic, part of her steampunk world.
I’ve read articles and watched videos of her explaining her process, which is similar to mine, but uses technology (computers and cutters instead of scissors).
I had a great conversation with her about her technique and materials, and am impressed she has persuaded her husband to make her artistic life easier (more technological support).
I know that if my hands ever give out, I might need to do the same, head to the computer. Not there yet. Nice to know a process exists though.
I saw a few of her pieces at QuiltCon this year; it’s a fascinating way of working, especially after hearing about why (and how) she did the arm and shoulder after an injury.
Certainly very different to how I make work. It has some ideas I might be exploring this summer. Inspirational anyway.
This is Russ Little talking about his quilt to the right, More Than Black & White #4, with Helen Geglio’sMind Map: Compartments behind him. Russ had a fascinating story of the background behind making these pieces.
Also, this is a good example of my forgetting to go back and take additional photos. I was constantly getting overwhelmed by this experience of art and artists, so I apologize for not fully documenting the event.
For instance, this is Gabrielle McIntosh, a math teacher, who was talking about the piles of grading she needed to do (this is Precarious Balance, which is largely how I feel about school on a regular basis).
I meant to go tell her YES. I GET IT. And I never did.
I took one larger picture where you can see those two a little better, on the right. I think when I went back, there were people just hanging out there constantly (table and chairs?), so that’s my excuse.
This is Jennifer Strauser’sSweet Surrender, constructed by starting to stitch on the outside edges and then moving in.
OK, crazy small world (or not)…I just finished trying to watch some of the Making Zen online workshops this week (totally failed last year, due to being in Maine) and I watched hers! But I didn’t realize it was the same person.
It’s a fascinating technique.
And then there’s this, Stefanie Neuner’sThat’s NUTS, about her atypical child and trying to get them help.
There’s a ton of really special embroidery on this piece.
I know it’s emotional for her and am glad she was invited to be part of the exhibit.
Insane amount or stitching.
Cindy Grisdela explained her leaf/pod shapes and her experimentation with color, in Musings II.
Wendy Richardson’s piece Children of War won an Award of Excellence.
So many pieces about war this year. This one is beautiful.
She spoke about the crosses going up into the sky being those who had lost their lives heading to heaven.
I traveled with a local San Diegan, Juli Smith, who happens to be in my modern quilt guild chapter. This was her first Quilt National with Sweet Tooth, due to the sugar packets she originally designed with.
We had a variety of international quilters, as always, with a variety of ways of communicating with us. This is Harue Konishi and her piece Halu #14. She translated her artist speech for Keri Wolfe to read to us.
Great sense of color and contrast.
Betty Busby’s piece Conflict was an intriguing mix of materials and shapes.
Another war quilt…she talks about these being the aftermath of battle scenes. Here she is explaining how she made barbed wire out of fiber.
When I first started paying attention to Quilt National, you could always tell who had taken classes from Nancy Crow. I think Irene Roderick is the new version of that. This is Laurie Paquin’s Composition 3, and she admits to Irene influence. Her piece reminds me of beetles…or brightly colored cars. The thin lines are intriguing.
She won the Emerging Artist award.
I got absolutely no good pictures of Patty Kennedy-Zafred’s long book-shaped piece, Mercato Del Friuli. It’s behind that head. Whoops! I swear, my brain gives out after a while.
I meant to go back and never did. This is where I tell you to buy the catalog. If you can’t go to the show.
I love Anne Smith’s work. So much recycled fabric used in such a fascinating way. This is Elmore & Duke Reminiscing.
Inspirational stuff.
I often wish I could work more like that…more freeform and textural.
She is also a much more careful quilter than I am.
Susan Shie was not at the opening weekend. I’ve met her before. I would call her one of my early influences in the art quilt world. This is her piece Navalny: 9 of Wooden Spoons (wands) in the Kitchen Tarot.
A crazy amount of writing.
This is Rodger Blum’s Seven Angry Men and One Celestial Being…
The surface is very interesting. I’d like to know more about how he does this. .
This is Trash in Orbit, by Keetje Abbenhuis.
She talked about using a particular shape, three sides and a curved line.
Ruth de Vos was also not at the opening weekend (not surprisingly). This is her piece Wings of Freedom.
The bird wings are beautiful.
Isabelle Dupras’s piece Le grand Tamtidelam a deux tetes is a fun folk piece.
It’s also very different than her other work.
I did ask if she had cats at home…
because of these…apparently no.
Cara Gulati’sRainbow Spiral Kaleidoscope is fun to look at (and try to figure out).
His piece is sound reactive, so I spent time staring at it, trying to figure out what it was reacting to…
No real answer to that. Just that it’s reacting. Certainly beautiful and fascinating.
Sandra LH Woock’s piece Day Break is just fun to look at, trying to figure out how she made it.
That website is ancient. Clearly she spends more time making fascinating things than updating it.
This is Danette Pratt’sScream. I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, but she disappeared. Her piece is on the page next to mine, and she has my mom’s middle name.
Plus holey moley, her stitching, that face; they’re just fascinating.
I like it. I like the hand applique with the slow stitching.
The cool shading here.
Just an amazing piece.
Barbara Schneider is amazing at making fabric look like bark. This is Forest Floor, Tree Bark Fragments, var. 10.
You know, one of the reasons it takes me so long to create this post (besides the day job) is that I search out websites for each artist, and THEN I read their websites. So I just take forever.
This is Barbara Lange’sSo Wa Wai. It’s all discharged jeans fabric and there’s an amazing story behind it.
It involves a mom’s love, which is always a cool subject.
This is Heather Akerberg’sDialectic No. 1, which won Outstanding Machine-Pieced Quilt.
I love that on her website, she talks about introducing her team…and it’s her. And her cat.
From left to right, Louise Silk’sGabriel: A Mantle for our Steel Town Angel, all of reused materials. Then Sandy Curran’sSurvivor’s Guilt. And Shin-Hee Chin’sViriditas (Greenness), which won Best of Show.
Here is Jean Renli Jurgenson talking about the fabric she used for her piece Hallelujah.
It was a real pleasure to meet Jane Haworth (I own a small piece of hers) and hear about how she made all the chickens in Let’s Talk Color.
She makes some amazing collage pieces of animals.
And her chickens are gorgeous.
I also talked to Sue Sherman, not realizing at first what other work she had done that I had seen. She’s been creating these animal portraits and they’re mind-boggling. This is The King Family, and they are all painted.
Then the frame is made of all the things the animal would like…such as the squid crown.
Real skill in the painting as well…
There is such a wide range of work that is vastly different from mine…it’s part of why I love these exhibits. This is Seen and Unseen, by Kathy Ford.
She was an architect in her former life, so this is a true departure.
More fascinating closeups.
Here’s a better photo of Shin-Hee Chin’s piece Viriditas.
She’s got some YouTube videos of her process that are just fascinating, but she also talked about the role of classical music in her work.
Looking at it up close does not help explain her process!
I could stare at it for hours.
This one, I could have sworn it was flowers until the artist, Beth Schnellenberger, started talking about the two birds in Double Phoenix Rising (it was my first run through…wasn’t reading labels at all).
She uses a technique very similar to mine (so she understands my insanity).
Brent McGee’s work Apollo and Dionysus is fun to look at…very textural and 3D (honestly probably more fun to touch…but you’re not supposed to touch the art).
I spent some time hanging out with Brent and some of the other artists at a winery Saturday night. It was interesting listening to all the ideas bopping around.
Here is Ann Houle talking about her work Bio-Sphere on Fire.
It’s a fascinating piece to look at up close.
As is this one, Holly Cole’sAdrift, which won the Persistence Pays award.
Intriguing use of materials and development of imagery.
Vicki Conley’s piece Flying has crazy details. These are flamingoes…which explains her headband and shirt…
I had just read an article about her traveling and quilting. She has a setup in their camper and it works. Sounds lovely.
Susan Lapham has been doing these organic plant quilts recently (or maybe forever?), which totally contrast with the more blocky/improv stuff I’d seen from her before. I love this piece, Field Counts 2.
Jungeun Tark’s piece Tea-Bowl of Mama has some very interesting construction going on.
When I think of experimenting with more textural work, this is some of what I think of, at least in parts.
Lousy picture, sorry; I think that woman walked in front right as I took the picture and it focused on her amazing hair instead of Jean Sredl and her piece Shoddy, made up of waste fibers and other fun things.
She talks in her statement about ‘environmental catastrophe’, which is what this piece reminds me of happening.
She moved so fast! She had someone read her statement for her; I found a website, but it’s out of date. That said, her work is fascinating and very textural.
She mentioned that her piece didn’t have any deep story behind it; it was just about color and shapes…it is a fun piece though.
Jan Soules told a story of improv piecing these fish shapes in Two Fish, Blue Fish.
Complicated but also fun to look at and contemplate.
Sarah Spencer’s (aka Io the Alien) work is graphic and in your face, as is the subject of this piece, Queen of Swords, who is Mona Eltahawy.
This is kind of my mood for 2025 (my own Project 2025?), so I love it, and the color. Plus Sarah is fun to talk to.
She’s relatively new to the quilting world, but let’s hope she keeps making these graphic pieces.
I’ve always loved Terrie Hancock Mangat’s work, from way back. This is Vertigo on Cobblestone, which is so accurate for how this quilt feels.
And even better? That skelly under a sheer fabric.
It’s funny that her work and Susan Shie’s are two that I feel really influenced me early on, and I don’t embellish really at all…although maybe I want to? I did crazy quilting, so there is a connection. Terrie wasn’t at the opening, unfortunately.
This is Kathy York’sWhere the Walls Have Eyes piece, where the eyes are inside.
I did wonder if it was on the wrong side, because you could only see the eyes from the top, and most of us were too short to see them…but I don’t know what happened with that.
I didn’t take pictures of everything. I always feel weird about that after, like I would have enjoyed staring at Niraja Lorenz‘ piece Abundance, on the right, for a long time, but I never got there. And there’s Denise L. Roberts‘ piece Finding Connections #26, the red on blue piece.
There’s a point when I feel totally overwhelmed.
This piece was so delicate and beautiful. It’s Dawn’s Early Light by Myania Moses.
Linda Steele’s piece Communication Breakdown is about being addicted to being on our phones, but also a fun use of improv and text.
I realized while wandering all over her website that I’ve seen some of her crazy quilts before. She has a wide range of stuff she creates; truly impressive.
This piece, Cellular Entanglement, by Mattea Jurin, is a very cool use of materials.
The clear vinyl plus stitching plus colored pencil work…
She wasn’t there, unfortunately, because I would have loved to hear her talk about her work.
This is Susan Avishai’sWhere Do the Children Play?, a quilt about the Hamas attack on Gaza.
She uses a lot of repurposed fabrics and texture. But also, wow, another war quilt, and as I’m finally getting around to finishing this post, the day after my country drops bombs on Iran. Sigh.
Doesn’t matter what your politics are…it’s a valid question.
Here is Regula Affolter talking about her piece The WEF Extra’s #103.
She was talking…sorry for the weird face! I do spend more time listening than I do taking amazing photos (as might be obvious).
This is a quote from her statement: “Pieced with dimensional pocket that person can fit in.” Because we need those.
Yes, I know I missed some people and some quilts. I can’t do it all. In fact, in looking at the catalog, there’s some I don’t remember seeing at all, which is kind of mindboggling. I did really really really enjoy the trip though. Totally worth all the school stress going in and coming back. Just getting the chance to hear everyone talk about their work and spending time with artists was a boon to my art brain. So I’ll remember that for the (hopefully) next time I get in. Always go. Don’t NOT go. Now I just have to find the extra frame I have somewhere in the house so I can hang my poster from the show…my 5th! I remember when I thought I would never get in. It feels good to get in.