Hello. It feels early. No one has abolished Daylight Savings Time yet. It’s kind of a cruel joke to make me get up early on a Monday and then go teach middle-school kids today. Should be a day off or something. No one gets up early on Sunday…Monday is when we feel it. Ugh.
I graded a lot this weekend. Grades are due today or tomorrow; I’m not sure which because they keep changing shit on us. Either way, I want it done. I’m almost done. Everything is input. I just need to post and add citizenship and comments for 5 classes; I did it for one. Every time I thought I was done, I would remember something else I hadn’t done. Annoying as hell. I’ll be done today. Only one trimester left…the most annoying one, surely, but only one. And then next year, there will be more. But for right now, I can focus on the one. I hate spending so many hours of my time grading though. I wasn’t very efficient, sure, because I didn’t feel well (dental surgery), but ugh. No hike, no fun. Dinner with the parents. Ran errands Saturday (ooh exciting…one of the those errands was going back to school to get the packet of stuff I was supposed to be grading). Two weeks until Spring Break.
Dye painting progress is slow. Maybe it’s because I’m working on four at a time? I finished quilting this one…except the face…on Friday night.
Saturday, I got some thread that worked for the face and finished that, plus I had gotten binding fabrics for the three that weren’t bound, so I cut all the strips for binding and sleeves.
Straight up, it doesn’t look like I did much, but it was an hour plus to get all that done. And then last night, I had very little time and put the binding and sleeves on the smaller piece.
She’s still getting a speech bubble. Just don’t know what it will have in it yet. I figure I can sew bindings and sleeves until my brainpower pops back. Whenever that might be.
I have a piece at Louisiana State University in the AI: Artistic Interpretations show that just opened there…
Appreciate Sue Polansky for taking photos…
I don’t always get to see my work in shows when it’s traveling.
I didn’t hike on Saturday; I wasn’t feeling well. I thought I was fighting off a cold, but I think it was all stuff from the dental surgery, because it’s mostly gone today (sinus stuff). I did water…we had some really strong winds that started blowing plant pots over, so I watered to make them heavier and accidentally watered a hummingbird moth.
Sorry.
I’m doing this…
But the rest of the messages are more bleak…
This is true. I’ve had two extra jobs the entire time I’ve been teaching.
It’s only been a year, y’all…we’ve got three to go.
That’s the crazy shit. God forbid we jail the rapists.
I feel like we could do this…and maybe the male rage too…especially that rage that is focused on women as being the cause of their issues. Instead of themselves.
I need more caffeine to get through this day.
Sigh. So yeah. Today I turn 59. I have a huge bruise on my face from dental surgery, but I teach middle school, so they’ll assume I was in a fight. It’s a Monday after we Sprang Forward on Daylight Savings Time, so everyone will be exhausted and cranky. I’m teaching mutations. Which is actually usually interesting at least. Then finishing grades and hopefully going to ceramics. I had to request a menu change for dinner tonight so I wouldn’t have to cook, but also so I wouldn’t have to eat a meal I’m not really a fan of…I’ll be sewing things at the end of the day and crashing into bed, feeling like a truck hit me. Normal Monday. We’ll all be more awake by next week…this week though. This week always sucks.
Fridays. Fridays mean the weekend. This weekend? Time to catch up on grading; Trimester 2 ends today and there’s lot to get done. I’m almost there. I graded for a while yesterday (after dental surgery). Then I need to grade the stuff they turned in this week, which was an entire packet full of stuff. I’m kind of done with all of it…mentally…because you’re not done until that last week of school.
I’m still fussing along on the dye paintings. The background thread was being cranky on this one…
It’s thicker, so fussier. I didn’t finish it last night either, because I was in a stitching Zoom and trying to pay attention, and dealing with fussy thread wasn’t in my mindset at the time. I’ll hopefully be there tonight. I was trying to find some earth fabric for one of them, after getting profanity shot down for that upcoming show (sigh). I found something that might work online. So I trimmed that quilt and then another one. Couldn’t find enough of anything appropriate for a binding for the smaller one, but I did for the larger one, so I put a binding and sleeves on it.
No handwork yet. Might leave the sleeves loose for now. Not sure if the bouncing around between four projects is a pro or a con for me. It’s not how I usually work. But I have limited brainpower right now for anything. This would be a perfect time to trace Wonder Under or cut things out. Low-key, meditative, not hard but takes up brain space. The deadline on these moved back to early June, so I have some time. A chance to build mental space maybe. 11 school days to Spring Break. Not that my break is really chill…I’ll be gone for 7 days. Catching up on grading, yardwork, and housework will have to happen around all that. Spring Break is always a little like that…we usually do a camping trip in spring, but have moved it to summer to coincide with my residency starting. Different. Different can be good.
I had this picture that was supposedly of the Iranian girls’ school funeral, but it was AI. I still say our country needs to answer to that. 165 girls killed to our…6? Are we still at 6? I didn’t check yesterday. Meanwhile, Melania Trump was at some meeting about the safety of children in war zones. Yo, babe, it’s your man. Make him stop. Sigh. This is not making the world a better, safer place. Using your brain more than your penis probably would.
I had dental surgery yesterday. We were hoping to fix/save the tooth, but it was not salvageable. Unfortunately. More money, more stitches. Yes, I’m at school today. It’s not horrible. I have pain meds and I’m generally OK. I needed to do a hands-on activity today and that’s not something you leave for a sub. When I got home, I sat on the couch and finished the second book of the day (I had two nearing the end)…with these guys.
Nice. I graded a bunch there until the stitching Zoom. Then I graded some more after and stitched some more after that. Not a bad end to a day with 6 stitches in your mouth.
Today. Early meeting. Need to give test corrections at lunch. Work on grading stuff, preparing for next week. Duty after school. I had to panic-put together two independent study contracts for kids who are gone until Spring Break, or one, the week after break as well (like I have that shit planned out WTF). With 24 hours’ notice. Thanks parents. Appreciate that. So I lost yesterday’s prep to that. I have yet another long email from the parent who started last Friday. I’ve spent over an hour already on emails to him; luckily he included my team this time, so I have backup. Hopefully I will feel up to ceramics after school. My bowl was off the bisque shelf, so I assumed it was in a kiln, but I haven’t see it come out yet. I’m also hoping there’s room on the drying shelves for my current piece, because it is swiftly outgrowing my shelf. That said, I can add some stuff to the torso now. Then home to grade grade grade and hopefully do some art stuff and some yard stuff and not feel like I’m just a worker bunny.
Also, if I can not go to school and look around the room and think what it would be like if someone bombed our school and there were bodies everywhere. It’s hard not to think about that when you consider what our country is doing right now. It’s hard to drive to work in the sunshine and not think about what people are doing where it’s not so removed from the violence.
So that’s the Friday mood I guess. I’ll work on it. Go take some more pain meds maybe.
I’m working on some new pieces that are supposed to be for a show in a conservative part of Southern California. I figured these dye paintings would be quicker than trying to draw and make a whole new quilt that fits their ‘no nudity’ rules, plus it gets me to finally start thinking about these pieces and what I can do with them. I’m in the brainless, just-quilt-it phase, which is probably a good thing, because my brain keeps trying to figure out how to make these more political…I mean, we’re in a stupid war, spending crazy stupid money, probably illegally, and I’m trying to make art that won’t offend anyone…I don’t really set out to offend people, but I don’t usually regulate what I do either, so it’s a challenge. I’ve made a few pieces for places that didn’t allow nudity before…it just seems harder to control the need to put the word ‘fuck’ all over everything at the moment.
So yes, I’m quilting rainbow batiks at the moment…
I had to pack a quilt Monday night, so I had limited quilting time. I have another I have to pack sometime soon…same deal. But I finished quilting. I think. I might do more in the background? Or maybe just hand stitch. I don’t know yet.
Definitely doing something all up in her hair, and maybe her skin. Not sure.
I didn’t have actual rainbow thread. I have limited thread sources locally. Well, I was going to go to one place and they aren’t apparently open on Sundays, so I didn’t. But I had a thread from quilting a friend’s baby quilt that was light green through blue and purple and that was close enough.
Although maybe rainbow thread is something I will keep an eye out for, in my vast thread-shopping trips (ha. not happening).
So then I moved on to the next one…
I mostly only did the black outline around the head…need to figure out what I’m doing in the face area. Odds of my having pink thread anywhere is pretty low. I’m heavy on the dark blues. But more of that tonight. At some point, I’ll have to make real decisions on these pieces, but low-key is where I’m at right now. I’m panicking about grades being due Monday or Tuesday and not wanting to grade all weekend and also shipping stuff out and getting taxes done and school is overwhelming and adults are annoying and sometimes kids are too, but at least they have an excuse of still growing and developing.
I did some clay on Monday…adding the second arm and tried to make it fit where I wanted it.
Learning from my mistakes on the last one hopefully. I’m going to cut a big hole in the chest soon. But I want to add a bunch of stuff too. So that’s my brain for you. My brain that last night got totally sidetracked by a long email chain that a parent kept going and I kept having to answer and all I’m really thinking about is how much work I have to do and burying my brain in this…
It’s like they’re doing everything they can to distract from how crazy all the rest of their decisions are. Wars are good for the economy, right? Isn’t that what they say? I feel like this one is gonna tank the economy. Gas prices sky high? Children dying? And this…
That’s why my brain keeps leaning toward making stuff political. Because it is.
This was the weekend.
That thing is still continuing though.
Gemma’s got my anxiety mapped out. Oh yeah, and dental surgery tomorrow. Fun times. Sub plans PLUS possibly yanking a tooth (hopefully not).
I do like this concept though.
The whole caterpillar to butterfly thing is so weird and fascinating.
I actually get frustrated even with kids’ books these days, but I do agree.
That’s why I read fantasy and science fiction probably. And murder mysteries to satisfy my need to stab people.
This is absolutely true. That and Dr. Suess. The world is a disappointment against those two exemplars.
Monday, I drove the ex’s dog to doggy daycare.
She was really confused. So was I, because I had to drive past work to do it. And then drive back. She was a good girl.
OK. Whoa. Today. Meeting this morning (ugh). Then fire drill, and we’re not sure where we’re evacuating to, because last time, they moved our room numbers and then left my coteacher’s room number off and we’re not sure why they moved the numbers and why they didn’t even TELL us, so we’re wandering around the quad with our kids trying to find the numbers and I’m thinking, this is what this school year is like…wandering aimlessly because no one in charge thought it through or told us anything. My coteacher is gonna go find our numbers before school because I’m in a meeting, and then I’m teaching genetic traits, which is kinda fun…the kids get into it. Then pilates and book club (haven’t finished the book) and grading and quilting. SLEEP. Maybe. That’s an issue some days. GRADING. And setting up Friday’s activity, which required 250 pages of laminating and then cutting them all apart. So Much Work and I’m still not done. The two boys who helped yesterday were way more efficient than our TA, who is getting fired…second one this year we’ve gotten rid of. Never done that before. So weird. But art at the end. Be thankful for that.
Well. Here we are. It’s Monday again. I’m not sure how I feel about the last weekend. I did some things. I didn’t do all the things (I never do). I don’t feel like I did enough of the things (I rarely do). Sometimes though, it really feels like a dearth of productivity or enjoyment. So I sit here on Monday morning and remember that I did plan my summer trip finally; I actually have stuff booked. I should have done it two months ago, but I didn’t…but it’s good that I didn’t wait any longer. I had the mental space for that because the dog was up at some ungodly hour on Saturday morning and I just started and then I was done. I also started my taxes (see, this is why it doesn’t feel like a good time). My country started a war. You know, standard Saturday morning. What did you do today? Bombed a girls’ school. How about you? I accidentally shot my coworkers out of the sky. No biggie, right?
So let’s start with the art…I didn’t get much done. No ceramics on Friday because the dog needed to be let out. Adjustment in schedules for all of us when the boychild goes back to work. Honestly, we dissected eyeballs on Friday and I was pretty exhausted anyway.
Couldn’t go on Saturday because they were doing a class there. So it’ll be today. I quilted Friday night…
I’m adding a speech bubble. Gotta keep it clean for this venue. Then embroidery and binding.
Saturday night, I quilted the next one…
Definitely something needs to happen with the hair. Not sure what else.
Then last night, I started quilting this one…
It’s more complicated; requires more color changes. One of the colors was not happy about being sewn, so there was that. This one needs a lot of embroidery in the hair, I think. There’s one more after this to quilt, and then I can start the other stuff. I might put bindings and sleeves on first? Can’t decide…depends on if the sleeves will get in the way of embroidery. So maybe wait, since I don’t really know what I’m doing with that yet.
Four at a time? Unlike me. But it’s what I’m doing right now.
I hiked Saturday. By myself still. Which is fine. My brain wanders (not always good). So do my feet.
It was warm…over 90 degrees during midday, down to 80 or so when I hiked at 4:30 PM.
Lots of flowers out. Weird cloud formations.
Flowers were out at home too. I took a break from grading and planning and taxes at some point and watered things and moved a few plants.
Noticed some weird flowers.
Interacted with Simba.
Stressed about war.
And children.
And that’s kind of where I’m at today…not happy with my government…still…again. But I’m still going to work and doing the things. Although one of those stressed me out all weekend. Sigh. Parents using Chatgpt to make excuses for their kids. Fun times.
I’m glad I’m not a history teacher right now. Although we still get asked questions, stupid ones: “what do you think about the Epstein files miss?” WHAT THE FUCK do you think I think? Seriously. And I can’t really answer except to say, the man was in jail for a reason. In my head? More people should be in jail. Lots more. One big dumb one in particular.
So that was the weekend. Taxes are never a good way to spend time off, but it needed to get started. It’s fine. These things have to happen. Today, I give a test on the eyeball and kids turn packets in. Grades are due in a week. I’m behind in grading…still…again. Hopefully I get to go to ceramics after work and work on that piece that will soon need to go on a drying shelf, which means there needs to be ROOM on a drying shelf (there hasn’t been). Then home to read my book for book club (Wednesday, not done yet) and then more quilting. More fabric decisions, thread thoughts. Those are things I can look forward to today. I will have to grade before I get to that, but OK, I can do that. Keep it short, but get it done. Right now? I need to go take my meds and then drive the ex’s dog to doggy daycare so I can go to work. Deep breaths. Holding onto anxiety with this parent…didn’t read the last email. Didn’t want to lose more sleep over the enabling. Not worth it.
It’s Friday. Pro. Con? We’re dissecting eyeballs today, which is cool, but I’ll have no voice by the end of the day and I’ll feel like I need a shower after touching all the gooey things. With gloves, sure, but it still gets old after all day. Also, the weekend sounds great, but I’m still buried in school stuff. It’s not fun. Trying to manage all the assignments for kids who were absent, make sure they have everything they need, make sure the kids who are in the classroom are caught up? The end of the trimester AND the end of a unit…make me want to scream, honestly. Sigh. Ah well. I will survive it, as I always do. It’s a frustrating job and becomes more frustrating when you have very little support. And as much as I appreciate days off (I worked during both though), it’s hard coming back. It’s like the work doubled while you were gone. Today will be nuts. I’m hoping to get to ceramics in the afternoon, but it’s entirely dependent on my exhaustion level.
Wednesday, I got borders on the littlest of the dye paintings I’m working on now…
Then pinbasted it…
And stared at it…and decided it needed some body parts in there to make it make sense. So I drew them out on paper…although, on the right, you can see my edit with my fingernail in the fabric below.
Then last night, I cut those out (edited) in freezer paper and appliqued by hand…
Better. Tonight, I’ll start quilting all of them. Mostly outlines and then the backgrounds and borders. Then hand embroidery after that. I might bind before the hand embroidery. Kinda backwards from what I normally do.
I also remembered that Stitchpunk (the SAQA exhibit) will be in Grants Pass, Oregon, this summer, and I originally had a plan to go see it. This is the closest it gets to me, at least so far. Fierce Planets goes to New Mexico in 2027. Also a plan (Winter Break road trip?). I’m planning my drive up to my artist residency, which is in Eastern Oregon this summer. We had planned on Lassen National Park and Crater Lake; and I think we can pull off Grants Pass too (just don’t tell my partner yet? He’s gonna be stressed about the driving I think). Bend is where I put him on a plane home before I drive southeast to the residency.
Busy trip. Gotta get up to Lassen too, which is no small feat. Gonna work on that trip this weekend, plus hopefully start my taxes…fun times. Plus grade shit and work on the burgeoning greenery of my yard in spring.
Today though…today is eyeballs and chaos and clay and fabric and maybe reading my book a little bit. I need to finish one by Wednesday, so I should get on that, but it’s an old actual physical book and the font is tiny and crowded and annoys me. Ah well. I’ll get through it, all of it, enjoy the sunshine, playing with fabric, petting a cat or two and maybe a few dogs and then realize there’s only three weeks until Spring Break and I might actually survive that. Maybe.
This week is messy. Mentally. Not really. I had a training thing on Monday, which lasted 12 minutes and then we spent the rest of the day planning the next three weeks before Spring Break, so we wouldn’t lose our minds (good plan) and starting a plan for after break. Then I gave a test Tuesday. Then I took today off to deal with my knee evaluation for physical therapy (we have a plan! Finally!) and to do an art group Zoom. I also graded half the day, which catches me up somewhat for the end of trimester, which is coming fast. It is ironic that I have to take time off work in order to get caught up with work. Is that ironic or just stupid? Hard to say. Anyway, all that to say that I am totally off on writing today. It’s nighttime. I write in the morning. But I had to be at school this morning for a meeting (and then race back home for the Zoom).
Sigh. Anyway. I’m still working on the dye paintings, trying to get them all bordered and then sandwiched to start. I finished the second one…but I had been trying to get the wrinkles out and cut the borders but then decided to rewash it and see if the wrinkles would come out (they did). Oh wait, first I sandwiched and pinbasted this one.
Then I cut borders…
Then the next night, I sewed them on…
And pinbasted it…
That’s three so far, one to go (tonight). It’s the smallest.
I also made it to ceramics on Monday…spent two hours finishing the upper torso and doing one shoulder and one arm.
I’m going to cut a hole in the chest once everything is a little dryer and more solid.
Not entirely sure how I’m handling the rest of the arms. I’ll figure that out as I go. It’s already almost too tall for my shelf, but all the bigger shelves are full, so IDK what my plan is. Head separate? Owl definitely separate. Although both will have issues for standing up in the kiln then. Sigh. I meant for this to be smaller. Apparently I don’t do small.
I have two pieces in this show and will be at the opening on March 15.
Come check it out. Looks to be a fun show.
I love these quotes…
There really is a feeling of oh well, this is what I have, although trying to make all the parts work better is definitely always a goal. But not what it looks like. Just how it works. Here’s another side to that.
I guess I never really conformed. And I don’t really consider beauty something to aim for…but being comfortable with oneself is a nice place to be. And when I’m not comfortable, being self aware enough to do something about it, whether it’s physical or mental.
But the world we live in now doesn’t really want us to think that…especially if we are young and could have babies.
It is exhausting. I suspect this would help.
But hey, gas is cheap and so is food? Wait, no it’s not. And we’re not going to have durable medical equipment suppliers? WTF. I’m just so done with the inability of others to make sense. Across the board.
This is what stared at me from the bed this morning when I was trying to find the landscape fabric (don’t you keep yours in the bedroom? I do. Long story.).
And if I rotated left…
Obviously I interrupted their daily meeting. Whoops. Sorry. Leaving now.
I did take some time today to read a little (good book), plus move some stuff on the deck (plants) and to where the veggie planter is going, plus move the tarp that was covering the septic pumpouts when it rained like crazy. Put that tarp away. Recycled some papers from Christmas and threw away two pens that didn’t work. That felt like a lot. It wasn’t.
Every few days, I see these two, together, in exactly this place. If I go out the door to get a better picture, they leave.
So this is through the screen in the kitchen. It’s such a weird place to regularly hang out. They must be friends, right? Do geckos have mates they stay with? I don’t even know. Also, do Podocarpus trees have males and females? And if so, which one has more of the seed pods? I know, I could Google those things, but I need to put another dye-painted quilt together so I can start quilting them and then handsewing stuff on them. Soon.
Tomorrow is more eyeball stuff and Friday we dissect eyeballs. Fun times. It’s supposed to be like 90 degrees on Friday; meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to wear in Virginia if it’s still in the 20s at night when I go. Freaky stuff.
I woke up this morning having an internal argument with a student about an email they sent last night, then realized I am not in the classroom today because after teaching sex ed for over 23 years (maybe more), I need to be trained in how to do that. For the third or fourth time…fourth. It’s the fourth. Don’t blame my school district; blame my school board. It is their fault. Good times. Luckily, we will get time to plan, which we desperately need. Not for sex ed, but for the upheaval in lessons caused by having to teach sex ed in the middle of April, before state testing, instead of after it, like normal. If anyone at the district says to me, “It’s only one year” again, I will punch them. And hopefully get fired, so I can stop doing stupid shit because adults fucked up. Well, probably not. It’s not like our government isn’t equally idiotic.
SO. I still have to go to school, make sure my sub shows up, set up my classroom, blah blah blah. Listen to an hour or so of stuff I already know how to do (I was on the committee that designed the damn curriculum) and then work. For real. Then hopefully ceramics afterward and come home and grade and I have a book club Zoom tonight, plus work on some fabric stuff. I delivered the newest quilt to the photographer on Saturday, and then started working with the dye paintings I did last summer. I have a show coming up that has to be no nudity, and I had four of those dye paintings with no nudity, so good start…
I had bought some border fabrics a few weeks ago. Originally I thought I wasn’t going to use borders, but they needed some space before the edges. On Saturday night, I bordered one of them…
There’s going to be embroidery on this thing…and then last night, I pinbasted it…
And bordered the next one…
Two more to go…
They are very different from what I normally do, so we’ll see how I feel about the embroidery part later. But I’m hopeful that I’ll still like them. Never know. That’s the whole point of branching out, experimenting…to see if different things appeal. I still have a drawing copied that was supposed to be the next quilt after the quilt two quilts ago…when I got sidetracked by deadlines. So it’s ready. It’s not political though…yet. So with politics all up in my face constantly, it’s hard not to make something political.
I saw a lot of art on Saturday…drove around to a few shows. This is the downtown library…Helen Redman has a small exhibit on the 2nd floor.
Cool drawings of babies. Then upstairs, in the 9th-floor gallery (where I had to wait for 20 minutes for someone to come open it up, after opening time)…it was FINE. The M(other) Tongue show is up there…totally cool. Here’s one of the paintings that was up there…
By Leila Khalilzadeh Aghdami. Beautiful painting…this is Invisible Identity 2. Lots of fiber stuff up there too. I also went to the SD Pottery Guild exhibit at the Coronado library…hard to get good photos inside cases, but definitely worth a trip out there.
Then at night, we went up to Oceanside for the Ace Gallery opening of Counting Threads. There’s some great stuff up there, but it’s a tiny space and it was claustrophobic (too many people) and hard to see stuff. Still worth it if you’re in the area though…this is a detail from Elly Dallas’ Story Quilt.
Fun embroidery sketches. We then tried to find somewhere to eat that had what we needed (clean tables, not a lot of screaming children, and beer and wine, plus something we could both eat). We got two out of the four things…and the pizza was really good, but not good enough to go all the way back and survive the noise…
Plus ET looks like a penis in that photo. Maybe he always did.
I hiked on Saturday afternoon…it was warm but not too warm; nice after all the cold and rain we had for the last week.
In a few weeks, those yellow daisies will be everywhere…
Yesterday, I ran all the errands I don’t have time for during the week plus graded for 5 hours, which sucked.
We had a squirrel infiltrate the bird feeder…
Remarkable picture through a screen for that. We moved the solar panel in hopes he would not be able to figure it out (he will; we know).
Some comparisons here…
You know, I lived in the UK for a year, married one of them for 13 years. They’re slow to respond sometimes, but I’m impressed by all this.
Whereas my people are fucktards. So there’s that. Speaking of fucktards.
Sigh. Idiot. People who don’t have to pay for stuff or who have so much money, they don’t know how much a loaf of bread costs, shouldn’t be making financial decisions for the rest of us.
And then there’s this. I’m not sick, knock on wood, but I have a fractured, possibly cracked tooth that needs surgery…
And may explain all the sinus crap I’ve had since last summer. Last Summer, y’all. Yes, I went to the dentist. More than once. And now that they’ve told me what’s going on, NOW I have pain up in that tooth. Now I know what that is. Damn. Can’t do the surgery for another week and a half. It’ll be fine. Motrin comes in big bottles.
OK. School to set up. To the district office to be edumacated on things I already know. Then planning. A professional adult lunch (not rushed into 15 minutes of shoving food in my mouth and running to pee before I teach again). Then ceramics. Joy! Then other stuff. I think I read the book for book club. Not sure I remember it. Will read a summary before the meeting starts. Then pinbaste the next quilt and border the third one. Good place to be with that.
I’m back after 4+ very busy days in San Francisco with the girlchild, who is really very patient and fun to be around, even though we are now both sick. I’m not sure how. Maybe someone at SFMOMA? Someone at the show on Friday? Hard to know. Still an awesome trip…so much art.
Here’s all of it chronologically. Mostly. Before I left, I did some more ironing on the quilt in progress that won’t be done before school starts (which is fine).
And I washed out the last two dye paintings I did. The dye seems to be holding particularly well, being 8 days old at this point.
The one book that made any claims for how long the dyes last said 5 days; the other one said, yo, document your shit! So yeah, some of the dye is washing out, but I still like it.
NOW, today, the dyes are hmmm…15 days old. I haven’t tossed them. I was hoping to do some this week. This is before I got sick. We’ll see how it goes.
OK, so Thursday, I flew to San Francisco kind of early so we could do the one day SFMOMA is open late…just for Ruth Asawa’s show. And wow. Not only are her iconic pieces truly beautiful in person…
And the shadows!
But there is a lot of background info and other artwork of hers as she branched out (sometimes literally) that adds to the exhibit.
Also, holy crap, but she had 6 kids and was able to create consistently. I appreciate that. We did joke that almost every piece was called “Untitled”. She did some things with pens and patterns, plus ink…the repetitive quality of her work is very satisfying to experience.
And her later, more branching work, is also beautiful.
I really enjoyed her work.
We watched another segment of the Ragnar Kjartansson The Visitors exhibit. I’d seen about 20 minutes of it last July, and saw another 20, the last 20. Truly beautiful.
And we went through Yayoi Kusama’s Dreaming of Earth’s Sphericity, I Would Offer My Love again.
Last time, there was a huge line, but late-night Thursdays seem to be the best time to go. Also, the show has been open for a year and is closing soon.
We had a late dinner and went to bed.
The next day, the girlchild needed to work and I had a couple of shows I wanted to see, so I headed out at a reasonable hour. I was staying in the Mission District, and the murals blow my mind every time I’m there. This is Boneyard Luv by Raiz y Gonzalez con Safos.
I didn’t get the mushroom artist.
And then I took BART over to Berkeley (easy to get there once I figured out where the station was) to BAMPFA to see Routed West.
I do love some old quilts, especially when they’re wonky. This is by Willia Ette Graham, started before 1944, completed in the 1950s, repaired in 1985. I love the addition of each set of new bits. Started with a crumb quilt and moved on.
This is a shadow star by Rebecca Smith and Bettie Chaffold (mother and daughter). I like the color of the squares with the stars.
This is Alice Neal’s Mary Bright Commemorative Quilt from the 1950s, in honor of her mother.
The center is very contemporary art quilt, with the hat and embroidery.
This is Quinciana Tatmon’s fan quilt. I love that she didn’t make it the way most fans are usually designed, and they she randomly appliqued them on top of the background. This is from the 1950s-60s.
And I always love clothes being put whole into a quilt. This is a britches quilt by Arbie Williams, pieced in 1993, and quilted by Irene Bankhead.
There are a lot of repeat names in these quilts…many were just tops and were finished later. I have a few of those from my grandmother lying around.
This was pieced by Cora Lee Hall Brown in 1981 and then quilted by Willia Ette Graham. there is one block but its repeat is so random and yet repetitive in a beautifully random way.
This was pieced by Louisa Fite in the 1950s-60s. It’s a log cabin with the blue and white feathers at the center of the log cabins. It was quilted in 1970 by Joan Thompson, her daughter.
More fun colors here…Johnnie Wade made this piece in 1996. Very graphic.
But check out the star and how it’s attached to the background. I love this. Because it’s not straight and it’s all buttonhole stitched down by hand.
Whatever works y’all. Great show…again at BAMPFA through November 30. From there, I walked through one corner of UC Berkeley, where I saw this sculpture by Arnaldo Pomodoro. This is Rotante Dal Foro Centrale in 1971.
I went to Stonemountain & Daughter Fabrics, bought a few half yards, but also felt like I should be making my own pants. In my spare time. It’s an option, I guess.
I have buttons in jars too, but nothing like this guy. I knew about the clothing, but my favorite piece in the show was this bathtub covered in buttons with the hint of a female figure (in white). This is darkmuskoilegyptiancrystals&floridawater/redpotionno.1 from a poem by Ntozake Shange. It’s about suicide and self love.
I was also fascinated by how he used buttons sculpturally.
And turned denim clothing into things they weren’t…this is the yoke and sleeves, but I also like how the pockets hang down.
Also he does some stitching between the buttons.
Here’s some more stacks…on this sleeve, kind of protective.
Another yoke, this is no sleeves.
I wasn’t great about documenting titles in this show. This is Button Apron: Black Target.
These are Button Shorts: Chillin’ Chaps.
And my favorite speedos…Button Speedo: Black Ice.
Nobody is coming near you with those on.
The show offered a chance to make your own button necklace or bracelet, so I did.
There was also a small exhibit there called A Roadmap to Stardust with this little ceramic sculptures of what look like astronauts. The exhibit was created by artists Neil Forrest and John Roloff (collaboratively known as OortCloudX).
It’s supposed to be an archaeological dig.
They’re fun.
Definitely an interesting little exhibit.
Oh here’s the 5 fabrics I did buy. I wanted to buy linen type stuff for pants, but I didn’t.
After all that, I made it back to the Mission and headed out for dinner with the girlchild and two of her friends…more murals. This is by Nychos, who I’ve followed on Instagram for years…nice to see one in person.
We had a great Burmese dinner, then walked a million miles uphill to an art collective to watch a friend of theirs sing in a band in the basement…it was mostly 70s and 80s with some more current stuff. Fun times.
The next day, I had persuaded the girlchild to take me to the International Fiber Arts XII exhibit in Sebastopol at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts. And there’s the bridge.
Me in front of my piece War Zone.
This was an interesting and varied show…not just quilts, but all types of fiber arts, which is nice. This is Oh Know by Mark Sullivan.
Here is Does the Caged Bird Sing by Jóh Ricci. A really intriguing texture.
I realize this is a fungus, but it also looks like a dress to me (it’s highly likely it’s supposed to look like a dress). This is Mango Tango by George-Ann Bowers.
This interesting piece is Fairyfellers by Leonard Greco.
Intriguing characters…
This is two different pieces that work very well together. The top piece is Chimera by Erica Dincalci and the bottom is All in a Band by Mercy Hawkins.
The 3D work was fascinating. Here is Il Sogno della Bambina by Penelope Lenaerts.
More buttons and texture in Still Kickin by Marie Bergstedt.
These black clouds were very cool. This is Cloud Bursts by Kathy Pallie.
And this little cutie by Eileen Morabito, Make Love. Fuck War.
It was a very visually entertaining show that closes this week, I think.
We drove out on Florence Street, where we started to see the work of Patrick Amiot and Brigitte Laurent. Almost every house had a sculpture in the front yard, and then we saw them all over town.
Patrick builds them out of junkyard remains and Brigitte paints them.
I love all of them. I want one in MY yard.
We headed out for the winery experience to a tiny but lovely place, the Horse & Plow Tasting Room. They do wine and cider and have a lovely outdoor space.
You can see we kinda needed this.
We shared one because this place is 90 minutes away from the girlchild’s home, so it was nice that she drove all that way for me.
When we got back, we rested a bit and headed out for bao and dumplings, which was fun. We happened to walk through an art exhibit on the way back and saw two art quilters’ work I knew…Joe Cunningham’sShelter dominating the exhibit.
The exhibit was for locals about the area and had a lot of fun work in it.
We walked back through the Mission…
The next morning was a late start for us, in that the girlchild wanted to watch a soccer game and I decided to wander around, feed myself, head over to Balmy Alley to photograph more murals, yadda yadda. I like how they all have their fists up in this mural by Martin Travers.
This is Victorion: El Defensor de la Mision, by Sirron Norris.
I kind of like the chairs here, but it blocks the painting a bit. This is Cosmogonia by Chilovia, Raiz-Peskador. I see two Instagram accounts on the painting: Pancho Pescador and Pablito Something.
I love the detailed storytelling murals. This is Mission Makeover by Lucia Ippolito & Tirso Araiza, her father.
Two details I found really interesting…this with Adam and Eve being pushed out by riot police is way too close to the ICE kidnappings happening recently.
And this bit with the monkeys and the guy that looks like he’s in court robes by plugged in with his mouth zipped shut.
Great imagery. This piece too…Women of the Resistance by Lucia Gonzalez Ippolito (the same artist from the last one) and more (the names are very hard to read, even in real life).
The upper portion with all the puppeteers of evil is amazing. There are strings coming down from their hands to try to control everything.
Absolutely on topic.
That gas tank dispenser…
Here is an older one; the part with the name is deteriorated…bottom left corner.
I like the tree with the body below in this one…by Laura Campos.
This sign was in one of the windows in the alley…I heartily agree.
I passed this trailer parked on 25th Street enough times to agree with it.
This is Leyend Azteca, which was directed by Leia Maahs and Jaime Wynn, painted by a bunch of people, possibly originally painted by Gustavo in 1978. Long story here…bottom right corner.
The girlchild eventually picked me up and we headed south to Filoli, which is this huge mansion in the middle of nowhere.
But it had (17,000 people AND) 6 of Thomas Dambo’s trolls, made from recycled materials. I saw one of these in Seattle and have kept an eye on them since.
It’s an expensive trip, unless you’re a member, but I found between the trolls, the gardens, and the house…plus there happened to be an art fair while we were there…it was worth it. We spent about 3 1/2 hours wandering around (in the heat, to be fair).
It was harder to get photos without people in them…
Hence no picture of this one’s face…
Except here, where I cropped out the entire family in the lower half.
And this one never had no kids on it.
But this is nice. And yes, they all have names and stories and are very kid friendly.
But awfully adult friendly too.
Super loved this place.
The gardens are pretty and have some interesting stuff in them.
And the house…well the ballroom is amazing and so are all the kitchen rooms (multiple rooms).
Yeah, I didn’t have time to figure out what these were.
I tried to get a picture of the squirrel I saw this morning running along the wires in front of my second-story window, but that didn’t happen. I flew back this morning…which is kind of when the girlchild and I realized we were both sick. This flight was delayed as well, which might just be a summer thing. And then I spent most of the afternoon lying on the couch or the bed and sleeping. I’m feeling a bit better now, but suspect tomorrow will still be ugh. I was just thinking I hadn’t been sick in ages…well, since my trip to Ohio, when I actually got sick when I got home. Fun times. It was a great trip…lots of good food and time with kid, plus art up the yinyang, whatever that means. Totally a cool time. I’ll be resting up for a couple of days and trying to figure out how to be ready for school next week. Too soon, y’all…too soon.
Summer is the time for all the doctor stuff. I am squeezing in three appointments this week and two next week. Pro: I got the tooth pain hopefully taken care of this morning with a root canale (been dealing with that on and off for a year) and got rid of an early morning ultrasound (fasting before school; torture). I’m doing the best I can with this aging body. I have a team of specialists trying to help. I just need one to drop off meals! Is that a thing? OK, I know people can cook for me but it’s completely outside of my means and not required. I’m just tired of trying new things and having them taste blech or react badly with my digestive system or just make me feel crappy. Working on it.
I might be done dye painting for this time around. I need to type up a document for myself so the next time I do it, everything I need to know will be in one place. I painted two more at home here, but won’t have time to do any more, and I’m pretty sure the dyes are wearing out. We’ll see when I wash these two out…here’s the first one…
I think a lot of the vibrancy will wash out, but it will still be cool. I set up a table in the driveway in the shade, no wind, very nice.
That said, my table is ancient, water-damaged, and heavy as hell. I should replace it with one of those fold-up plastic tables, yeah? First need to find somewhere to dispose of this beast, which is probably 25+ years old.
Then I spent 2 hours painting this one…
Crazy. We’ll see what it looks like. It’s the biggest one I’ve done.
Then I sorted the first 100 pieces, after cleaning up the studio and moving Kitten’s stuff around.
She’s almost 17…and much slower.
Bowie doesn’t leave her alone, so I moved her food and litter tray into here, the smallest room in the house (besides the bathrooms), where I have the most shit, but I can close the door against the teenager who wants to bug her. I can’t get to a chunk of my fabric at the moment unless I move that really old chair with her on it. Sigh. It’s fine. I’m working around her. She’s peacefully sleeping most of the time.
A lot of the Wonder Under was releasing this time, so I have this lovely selection of web that belongs to a piece somewhere.
I started ironing last night…
Dirt and rocks and a little bit of grass under the gravestones.
I also managed to make my Quilt National artist talk video (only 4 tries to get it under time without my staring off into space because I’ve forgotten the plot multiple times). Today, I need to clean up the dye stuff, wash out those two, and pack for leaving tomorrow midday. San Francisco is like 20 degrees cooler than here, so packing is intriguing. Plus two days in hot. It’ll be fine. I’m actually really looking forward to all the art stuff. And the kid. She’s cool, mostly fun to hang with. She probably says the same about me.
I finished one tree at the residency (during Zooms) and started this one. I’ve worked on it a little this week.
I think there are only three left. This is my post-dinner, still watching our show stitching, assuming I don’t need to jump on the stationary bike because my blood sugar is blowing up. Really fun times.
This concerns me. As I age and my partner and parents age…
I’m not worried about 99.9% of the undocumented, except making sure they have food and healthcare and their kids are in school and OK. I realize that makes me woke or liberal or an activist. OK then. I am all those things, because I care about people I don’t even know. And I know that ICE is trying to deport people that we need here. And they’re not qualified, most of them, to do the job they’re doing, as evidenced (evidence y’all!) by their trying to deport children and US citizens and people with green cards who have committed no crimes. Who pay taxes. Dumbassery. But cancer…damn, not paying attention to that? That’s gonna fuck all of us up. Even MAGA. Even Republicans. Maybe especially them because they’re so busy saying it’s the undocumented immigrants causing all their problems that they don’t have time to go to the doctor for those weird symptoms that are actually cancer.
My dad and I had a conversation about socialism the other day. Because what we do here in California is not socialism…it’s capitalism. It’s just capitalism with some empathy for the not-rich, not-white, not-man. Some. Not enough. Ask the mentally ill. Because they don’t get what they need.
Anyway. Sigh. Politics. Always. It’s hard to get away from it. OK. Wash out dye paintings. Clean up dyes. Eat lunch (mouth is still numb; they said an hour, ha! Not even). Talk to diabetes dietician on video call. Go to pilates. Pack. Probably need to do laundry again to do that. Then iron some more. Maybe buy some snacks for travel. Maybe not. When is TSA gonna get rid of the no-liquids over 3 ounces rule? OK great, I can wear my summer flipflops through TSA again instead of going barefoot (that’s a plus), but I want to bring my tea and water without having to search out a drinking fountain and wait in line in a super-expensive drinks line. Maybe that will make me stop wanting the Epstein files released (it won’t…but they can try). By the way, in case it was ever unclear, I think everyone on the Epstein list should be removed from government. EVERYONE. Don’t care how important they are, don’t care what their politics are. Kick them out.
I’m back home. Briefly. Like four days, then gone again. I seem to have squished all my travel into a two-week time period. Like it’s almost not worth unpacking before packing again. Different trips though. For the residency, I needed to take seven thousand modes of artmaking. For visiting my daughter, I can stick to a sketchbook and some stitching. I do want to finish up using the dyes today…I should already be doing that, but I got distracted by things. I am very distractable. Distracted. Possibly distracting.
So here’s the last bit of things from the week at Dorland…this is where I dye painted every day in the morning and the evening, when the wind stopped being a crazy dick.
Sometimes it would pick up again right at 9:30 AM; sometimes it wouldn’t even have died down at 7 PM. I’d get a random 20-mph gust and be holding onto everything. But that was part of the challenge. Get up! Get off the chair, out of bed, and go paint before the wind or the dark comes! I’m having that problem today…no wind to make me move my ass. But I will paint today. As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll go set up the table in the driveway and paint until I run out of prepped fabric and/or dyes. I think I can do another 3 or 4. I like it! I don’t like all of what came out of it, but some of them I LOVE.
This is the last one I painted up there; the dyes washed out a lot (but I don’t have a picture of that yet).
I still love it. I’m going to wash all of them this week in the washing machine, final wash. Then decide what to do with them next.
Here’s these two washed out…I love the different ranges of brown in the top one. It all looked the same before I washed it out.
And the bottom one is perfect! By the way, I finally got test results and contact from Sharp…the test results popped up around midday (yes, I was obsessively checking the goddamned app every hour). Benign! Damage from last year’s surgery, probably from the radio transmitter thing they put in, because it went in in a different location from the surgery. Probably next year’s MRI will show damage from this biopsy. Sigh. Thanks body for inflammation and necrosis.
I also finished the second leg on this thing…
Just needs arms and a head. Not sure when I’ll get to that. I like doing it, but it’s so freakin’ slow. Not that the other methods I use are fast really.
I also tested out some of the other mark-making devices I had around the house. I need to wash these out and see what survives.
Some of those line drawings need color or something.
This view is of the valley during the day.
Oh man, I killed so many spiders in the house, mostly littles, but some bigs. One might have been a scorpion and one was a yick ugh camel spider/wind scorpion, not really either of those. It was under my bag when I moved it, went under the wood stove. Then the leather chair. I was obsessively watching it because it was huge. Went to bed and it moved across the room, under another bag (or worse…there were TWO of them). It was moving sluggishly and then sped the fuck up, when I screamed and brought in the shoe. I was gonna put it outside, but fucking no, not if you are that speedy and aggressive. Apparently it doesn’t have venom though…it just wants to be UNDER. Blech. No pictures. You can google it if you want.
I think this was from Sunset Point, which has a similar view to my porch. Closer to sunset.
There was a need to see the sun set each night. I’m going to be honest and say I never saw it rise. Mornings are not my thing. I did do one hike, but didn’t bring poles, so I didn’t do the whole thing. Probably did a mile and a half. Was strangely paranoid about wild animals and/or falling. Anxiety is a fun thing. It manifests wherever the fuck it wants.
Here was the indoor space when I had multiple projects going. I was in a Zoom or webinar, one project on the porch, a pile of stuff under the table, sewing machine to the left, the beginnings of the woman on the right. It was chaos.
Probably a smaller space wouldn’t have worked for me. I didn’t play with everything, but I did play with a lot of things. It was good; it was nice that it was close enough for me to fill the car with things to try. A longer trip? I’d focus on one type of thing, I think, and probably not the dye painting. It is chemical/supply heavy and a pain in the ass, honestly. It doesn’t mean I won’t do it again. I just am aware of the time suck now.
Once a day, y’all.
Some things from what I was reading over the week…
Drawing boobies whenever you want to. Still Christopher Moore’s Anima Rising.
This is intriguing…
From Rebecca Solnit’s Hope in the Dark.
Terrifying to think of…
More about education…
It’s mind boggling. But true. As is this…
Not my Supreme Court…still.
On fire.
I didn’t consciously know about the poet Andrea Gibson…I don’t follow a ton of poets. Maybe that’s a problem. But their stuff is beautiful.
And the world is less full and rich with their being gone…although their poetry remains.
While I was gone, two artist friends of mine were at the Lubeznik show in Indiana…in front of my work.
Which was cool to see.
I got home and unpacked a lot (not all of it) and cleaned part of the fridge, ironically, because to check out of the cottage, I had to clean it to save the cleaning fee, and I probably worked harder there than I ever do at home. That said, there were some things I pulled out of the cupboard that were sticky and I cleaned them prior to using them. But my fridge at home is mostly gross and I needed to get rid of some stuff, so I did all that. Kitten is now full time closed up in my office, to avoid Bowie interactions. So I’m living with a litter tray and food and water. This will be a little problematic when I need to start ironing tonight, but we’ll manage. She’s seriously old and needs peace. She’s currently on an old office chair and can jump down for what she needs. What she really needs today is a bath. Maybe later.
I also sorted the Wonder Under I finished cutting out up at Dorland…
I was tired after that. I’ll need to do some cleaning in here to be able to work on the next step. I also need to go into the ceramics studio…not sure when that is happening. I’ve got three doc appointments in two days (and one is a root canal, fun times), plus pilates (my hip is looking forward to that). Still trying to figure out the patterns of my blood sugar. Oh! And I need to make a video for Quilt National…I should do that today. Maybe. Maybe I should clean first.
Nova was glad to see me yesterday…
Lots of love. The others too…
OK. Dye painting today. I should shower first. I have pilates later today, but in the middle of the day, like a freak. I need to eat something. Might go straight to eating lunch. I have a headache. Sleep related? Not sure. My hip really hurts for some reason. The weather is weird, all cloudy and delightful. I should take advantage of that. So many things to do! That’s why being gone was so much easier.
Kathy Nida 