Separated Pieces…

S I G H. OK, the new school year isn’t too bad (knock on wood). There’s a few hillocks in there that I’m trying to solve (I sorta went off yesterday)…and I’m not into my routine yet (go take your damn insulin, woman). Two mornings since school started, I forgot to take my insulin. Once, I was halfway to school. The second time, I was at school, in a meeting. So yeah, I drove home. I’ll be in the bedroom, getting socks, and I’ll say, “don’t forget your insulin”, and then somehow, I’m out the door and forgetting it. Yes, I have alarms on my phone. Yes, I ignore them (actually, yesterday, I started early, so I wouldn’t have seen the alarm before I left). Anyway. I need to get that routine going.

This is the first full week of school with kids, so yes, it has been exhausting. I know I’ll get used to it, but I’m not there yet. I was convinced yesterday was Friday, but no. I need to move one kid’s schedule still and contact parents. I didn’t have time to deal with it yesterday. My co-teacher and I were all excited about an app that we thought would help kids; turns out AI can be really lame sometimes. This is one of those times. Which sucks, because they market to schools. They even admit that part sucks. Good times.

Speaking of AI, I use an app that sends me new clothing to possibly purchase about 4 times a year. I hate shopping for clothes, so this keeps me in stuff that’s not full of holes. It’s now using AI to help me write a note to my person who picks my stuff, and it was scary good. It looked at what I had bought before, analyzed it, asked me a few questions, gave me some samples to yay or nay, and then wrote the note from that. Accurate as shit. So. There’s that. We’ll see what shows up…if it’s all ruffles and polyester, we’ll know it fucked up.

OK. So the art stuff. I finished cutting out all the pieces for the current quilt…just over 15 hours of that.

Last night, after an artists’ talk, I sorted them all (went to bed late)…

It took an hour and a half. One box has all the pieces that separated…fabric from paper backing…a lot this time. Hopefully I’ll figure out where they all go. Ugh. Hate that part. They’re all like tiny. So ideally, I should be able to start ironing together tonight. I’ll be ironing for a while.

The artist talk was very small, but they were nice. We listed to one artist talk about the series of photographs she’d done, which was nice. Then two of us from the show also talked. So maybe 5 minutes? I only took a few photos…but this is the show that opened back in July and I had photos back then.

There are fewer people in the way here though than at the opening. This is Infinite Rivers at the Front Arte Cultura Gallery in San Ysidro.

There’s some interesting artifacts borrowed for the exhibit that work well with the newer pieces.

I have two pieces in the show; it’s up until September 13. It is a really nice show.

That’s all I’ve got. I’m exhausted this week. I have started grading stuff, so it’s downhill from here. Not really; it just feels that way. I am going to the Oceanside Museum of Art tomorrow for their opening; I finally just got a membership so I don’t have to think as hard about whether I want to go…now I have to go to make sure the membership isn’t wasted. So I’m looking forward to that. And hopefully ceramics at some point. And ironing (it’s hot…why do I iron when it’s hot? No one knows.). and I remembered my insulin today, so that’s a plus. Four out of five school days…could be worse.

Nothing Day

I woke up today, after the dog had been boofing on and off for an hour (dude does not know how to sleep in), thinking cool, I have a day with nothing on it. Nothing that has to be done. No place I have to be…what a wondrous thing. What an amazing occasion. I fed the cat and the dog, talked to the boychild who just got home from work and will probably disappear for most of the summer into wildfires. I missed a phone call while I was peeing the dog. Came back in, took a sip of my tea, and there it was…radiology scheduling calling me. WTF. So yeah, another biopsy. Not thrilled. I have a call into the doctor to see if they’re just staring at scar tissue from last year’s surgery or something new. Anxiety level increased…from mostly nothing (except for like government/war/end of planet anxiety) to not nothing…mostly the opposite of that. Not appreciated. So now I’m waiting on the doctor to call, waiting three weeks for the biopsy (guess it’s not an emergency, which is fine, good, except for the anxious part of my brain). I was trying to look back at my medical info from last year, as to what kind of biopsy it was, if it’s the same kind (I think it is)…but the damn app updated in March and the biopsy was in February, so I can’t see any of the records for the appointment. Aargh. Whatever. Distract myself with other stuff, with getting ready for my residency. Making sure I have the materials collected (or honestly, FOUND in this house) to try the things I want to try.

I did manage to finish quilting the Spargo Chirp quilt…

Finished all the birds and then found a green thread in my stash that worked for the borders.

Nice to use up stuff I already have…

So it’s ready to be trimmed and bound. Maybe today. We’ll see. Because I also started drawing the next art quilt.

I did a pen drawing the other day that absolutely sucked. I started in pencil, full size, last night. Still not ready to ink. Still processing. Still trying to decide what parts of what is going on in the world I want to focus on, or will I even be able to focus, because honestly, sometimes my brain goes into overdrive here. I might ink some tonight. Maybe. If I feel ready for it. It’s got a lot of human rights rolling around, but I’m not entirely sure what it looks like yet. Much like my summer. Does it look like art art art? Hopefully.

Here’s three out of four cats on the bed.

I disturbed the boy and he left, but the aunties stayed and napped. My old lady won’t leave the office at this point, mostly because the boy harasses her. Not ideal. She fights back…loudly.

OK. Today is apparently Friday. Tomorrow is a bit chaotic. I want to take a shower, but figure, the second I get in is when the doc calls. Frustrating that they don’t call BEFORE radiology calls. This is not the first time. My last doc had the same issue, but made the point of calling last January, because she heard me complain about a previous time, when I was walking into a staff meeting and they called to set up a redo mammogram with no warning. Meanwhile, doc wants me to reduce stress so blood sugar will behave. WEEELLLLL. OK. I’m trying, but maybe you and my left boob should have a conversation about how to help me with that.

Anyway. I need to pack two quilts to be delivered next week to this show…

Casa Familiar is proud to announce the opening of a new exhibition at The Front Arte y Cultura – “Infinite Rivers”, one that explores artisanal practices, traditions, and crafts that have been passed down through generations.

Join us for an opening reception on July 12th, 5pm-7pm at The FRONT Gallery (147 W San Ysidro Blvd, San Ysidro Ca 92154)

Infinite Rivers will run through September 13, 2025.

Featuring works from indigenous artists from the Kumeyaay community, Chemehuevi, Zapotec, Huichol, Taraumara communities, as well as artists from San Diego-Tijuana, Lebanon, and Colombia. The pieces exhibited share dialogue between the traditional and the contemporary – showing that while some are kept intact, some are constantly evolving.

“Infinite Rivers invites us to appreciate these practices from a caring and culturally conscious approach.” – Francisco Eme, Gallery Director and curator.

Featured artists:

Anabel Alarcón @anniepock
Andrea Echeverri @andrea_chevere
Cara Romero @cararomerophotography
Daria Mariscal
Diana Benavidez @pinata.jpg
Doris Bittar @doris.bittar
Eva Salazar
Francisco Eme @franciscoeme
Kathy Nida @knida
Laura Estela Huerta @stellamohr
Luvia Lazo @luvialazo
Natalia Toledo @natalia.toledo1
Raymundo de la Rosa
Taller Fango: arte de Barro Negro @fango_artedebarronegro

There’s all the info for you. It was nice to be asked to participate in this exhibit. Hell, it’s always nice to be asked. I entered another exhibition opportunity earlier this week, and have another one coming up. I really just need to make new work, so it makes sense that I’m planning a huge complicated piece instead of a series of smaller pieces. Ah well. It is how my brain works. And maybe some of the stuff that comes out of the week I’m in a residency will turn into some smaller pieces. We’ll see.

Here’s the owl cam capturing another SpaceX launch, one that didn’t blow up or crash.

Kind of cool. Even if the guy in charge is a dick.

So trim a quilt, work on a drawing, do some yard work. Try not to think about the boobage. All good.