All for Good…

Yo. So crazy right now. Need a secretary to prioritize things. I had a friend in town for the last two days and she helped with some of the errands I needed to run (I made her go to REI), but every time I would cross one thing off my list, I would need to write two more down. It’s freaking me out! Hoping to cross a bunch off today…gonna pack some stuff up to get it out of here, then go get some stuff. Not sure when I’m making it to ceramics. And I want to finish ironing the quilt top together today…sometime. Somehow. There’s only about 150 pieces left and then it needs to go on the background. Stitchdown, then pinbaste. I really need it pinbasted before I leave. Even then, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it done for the deadline. Oh well. It’ll go somewhere…although at the moment, I don’t seem to get into any shows. That said, my Unsustainable quilt will apparently be at Houston with the Soul Stories show…there was a moment when it might not, but now it is. Woo hoo! I’m hoping to go, but money is always the issue. And time. As always.

So I haven’t been ironing as much as usual due to said friend in town, but here’s Monday night…

I didn’t get much done…the sun, one of the birds, some overlapping arm stuff, and the one smaller figure.

Last night, I did almost two hours (much better!)…yes, if I am ironing, it means I am not doing other things, like getting ready to go to Oregon. Or finishing painting the outside of the house. Or even watering, which is a bad thing. Plants need water, but I can only do it in the evening, and I have not been home in the evening for four days? Five? Not sure.

I got the rest of that arm done, plus the other smaller figure and most of the larger top figure. She needs an eye and then there’s three hands coming down and all the detritus that goes with them. Not a lot…at this point, the entire rest of the quilt is ironed together and rolled up at the bottom of this picture. Insanely. It’s a logistical nightmare, needs to be weighted so it doesn’t fall off the ironing board, and I’m constantly ironing around all those things that help it stay on the board. I’m close.

So who was I hanging out with? I’ve known this woman since middle school…

We see each other at least once a year, because she is very good about coming down, and now that the girlchild lives near her, I sometimes see her up in San Francisco as well. I made her walk three miles on the beach, fed her sporadically (OK, honestly, she fed me), made her watch half the Belgian/US game (ugh…it’s ok that we lost, really), and dragged her on a tour of malls and plazas of San Diego. I had an original plan of all museums, but then they were almost all closed, except for the Mingei yesterday…molas for the win!

Also indigenous glass…there were two pieces by Angela Babby that were just amazing…

Yup. Glass. Kiksuyapi 1890 (Remember, Don’t Forget) about the Wounded Knee Massacre. Her work is glasswork that is fired in a kiln. Check it out…it’s amazing.

The exhibit also had a bunch of more traditional glass art by indigenous peoples; beautiful work. I don’t remember why I thought going to the Mingei was a good idea, but it might have been this…

An entire bathroom, refrigerator, microwave, and fire extinguisher made out of wicker. Weird yes, but interesting and thought-provoking…and amusing. This is by India Thompson, an exhibit called Looks Like Home…does it though? Fun to see. I’m sorry we didn’t get to the other museums/exhibits, but they weren’t open, so that kind of sucks, because I don’t think I’ll have time to go before I leave. Ah well. Life happens.

See, we did eat food, just at weird times and trying to mollify my blood sugar, which was all over the place.

And last night, we went to dinner with our requisite male attachments…mine is celebrating his 60th birthday this week, so the poor waiter tried to light the candle about 6 times and it was there for seconds, we yelled “Happy B!” and it went out.

I didn’t even catch it. But we had a good time and good food. I enjoy hanging out with her and she made things a little easier by helping me shop…for a bathing suit, of all things. She also got some stuff…it was all good. But now, I am on the quest of getting everything ready to leave next week, plus making sure everything here is done. EVERYTHING. OK, not happening, but I do need to buy a few things for school (anathema!!) and the trip still, plus send out some packages, and enter some art shows, and finish some ceramics and I don’t know what else, because every time I turn around, there’s something else. It’s going to be fine, and it’s my fault for deciding I was taking the Man somewhere this weekend for his birthday…it’s too hard to come up with appropriate gifts (although I did think of one AFTER I booked this weekend…sigh). So I’ll be gone for like 24 hours, plus I had to fit all 8 July pilates classes into 2 1/2 weeks, so I have pilates like every other day, plus another 5 medical appointments. Hopefully no more than that. It’s summer, so getting test results takes forever…trying not to think about all those things. Occasionally I forget about being a teacher too, until I see this stuff.

Damn socialists…trying to take care of the people. I bet the Islamic Republic of Japan doesn’t do that (oh my, when will someone admit the Prez is losing it).

Lovely mural on the way back from downtown on one of my many trips to and from there to pick up my friend.

By DABSMYLA, a husband/wife team of muralists.

Gonna need to get gas this week. Need to pull all the camping gear out and start organizing what we’re actually taking, since we’re not really camping. Just camp cooking really. Definitely getting more excited…I mean, I’ve been excited about this trip since last October…so yeah. I’ve been taking notes on all the middle-of-the-night drawing ideas that pop up when I can’t sleep. Ready for those too. How many pairs of scissors will I need? All of them, I think. No, not really.

OK. Today. I have acupuncture for my foot…I have pilates. I need dog food and school supplies. I need to iron. I don’t need gas yet, but I will soon. I need to bondo the fascia wood. I need to paint and water. I need to fill at least one greenery trash can. So two of those things could be done before I shower, because it’s gonna be hot today and tomorrow. I say bondo first and then see how much time is left. If I bondo now, I can sand this evening and get this damn thing primed and painted. So no ceramics today…maybe tomorrow? We’ll see. So much to do. All for good though…getting the house taken care of and getting me ready to leave.

Not So Single-Minded…

Hello 2023. And Happy New Year to those who make a mental shift about now for that reason. We made a nice warm dinner, played a wordy game for a while (until someone got tired of losing), and then I mentally flailed while watching Serpent Queen until 11:57 PM, when we searched for a fake ball drop that happened 3 hours earlier, kissed, and went to bed. It rained all night.

The mental flail was more about what to work on…this is why I don’t like a lot of down time between art projects. It makes me uncomfortable to just SIT and not do anything. That said, I have a book I need to finish by Wednesday at 7:09 PM. I think I’m going to make it, but I had to stop reading the one I was almost done with and focus on this one, which I wasn’t expecting much of, but it is proving more interesting than I thought. I joined a new book club with my friends in the old one, this one focused on mysteries. Hoping for some more recommendations. Hoping to read more, actually. It’s been hard to fit that in once school is in. Too much visual stimulation, reading-like, for school. Not very interesting stuff most of the time. But I managed 55 (almost 56) books last year…not bad…could be better.

So I made a goal to do better in 2023. Things I care about right now: reading, art, travel, my family, my friends. My job is pushing it this year. I obviously care about it because I don’t blow it off. I just think it is taking more than it should from me. Yeah.

Anyway, what else has been going on? Well you know that drawing I started the other day? I rolled it up and put it away. I have two deadlines I’m looking at that are pretty far out, but I find both of them interesting, so I had picked one, the one I’ve been thinking about for months, but then when I got to the paper, I felt like I didn’t know enough to draw it yet. I do have a rough sketch on that paper and I’m not giving up on it; it’s just that the other one started talking to me. Mostly during this hike we did on New Year’s Eve (trying to avoid the rain and the people who like to hike on the first day of the year, by hiking on the last day of the year instead).

Hollenbeck Canyon out past Jamul…

It was nice and cool…well, actually cold and rainy at times…

Totally great for letting your brain wander around…

My knee behaved fine…I’ve been doing physical therapy and trying to exercise enough. I find it’s hard to get out of the pajamas right now. Easier when it’s cold and wet to just stay on the couch and not do anything.

But I feel worse after that. So this is better. I think today is officially the last day of break when I have nothing that I have to do on my calendar. Which sucks. Lots of work and medical stuff over the rest of the week, with a little art stuff sprinkled in. I guess I have to think about work. Don’t want to. As usual.

ANYWAY, back to the drawing, I had done some research (I like to research stuff) and came up with some things tickling my brain, mostly Margaret Atwood’s MaddAddam trilogy (my goodness, how DO you spell that…ah, one more capital letter). And some other stuff. Anyway, I cut out a piece of paper, walked away from it, and then started drawing.

So far, I’m all in pencil.

Yeah, I need to put the Xmas stuff away. Didn’t want to pull the boxes out yesterday with all the rain and wet. Maybe today.

So I will probably start some ink tonight, then some more pencil. Today is the boychild’s birthday. He is getting old enough that it makes ME feel old. Until it doesn’t. Because I’m not that old. Anyway, I don’t think any of that will stop me from drawing tonight, but I do want to get to a stage of this piece that is easier to do with less energy before school starts, because I know I will HAVE less energy when school starts, both mentally and physically. I’m having to full-on STEEL myself for going back (you can do it, one day at a time, you will get through it). Maybe that is always the case, but it seems worse right now. Certainly I feel in giant flail mode.

I have been slowly trying to stitch my way around this giant-ass quilt…

And I finished the April Homegrown blocks (Sue Spargo) finally…moving on to May now.

That sun in the lower right block took a goodly chunk of time on New Year’s Eve. And thread!

Oh yeah, more of the piñata show at the Mingei…

Not what you would expect from a piñata show…

Definitely worth going though…

Just think of it more as papier-mache sculpture. Plus the Mingei has other funky craft work all over the place…

Gotta love a giant Earth covered in beads.

Nova would. If she were allowed to.

Instead, she loved me.

Right up there in your face.

OK. I dreamed (nightmared?) about not having a shower last night. I’m not sure why, but it made me really want one this morning. I have a quilt to quilt, a drawing to draw, and a lot of work to work. I’m hoping to do some of all of it. Also need to pack up a fabric donation box or two, plus cut up more blocks for a donation quilt. I’m liking deadlines that are a long ways out so I don’t have to be so single-minded about making, although it freaks me out when I don’t have something to be single-minded about. I also need to read another third of my book so I finish it before it’s due (I figured a third a day would work). And enjoy the last day of break before the have-tos really kick in. Seems doable.

Quickly…

This is quick. I need to leave. Oh wait. I really need to leave. Never mind. I’m bringing it with me. Openings that are only 14 hours apart. Hence my headache. No wine at the last one. Nothing but coffee and yogurt at this one. Ouch.

So this is from last night’s opening of That’s What She Said…Artists Speak Out, at the Martha Pace Swift Gallery in Liberty Station. This is a Feminist Image Group (FIG) show and is up until January. There’s an opening every first Friday that I’m going to try to be at, so plenty of time to see this show.

I have two pieces in the show…this is All Stacked Up in My Head…

At some point, I’ll get an official post up for this one…not sure when.

I came home late and graded and went to bed, got up this morning and drove to another opening…Metamorphosis. This is Allied Craftsmen, another group I’m in, with the Mingei Museum, which is currently under construction, so the show is at the San Diego City College Art Gallery until December. This is the member preview…the real opening is Thursday from 5-7 PM. I’ll be there too.

My piece is way down on that wall.

I’m staring to lose track of where everything is. That’s Womanscape.

I also found out yesterday that Swallow Me Whole won 1st place in the Surface Design Association show Beyond the Surface…so that’s cool.

Meanwhile I need to grade like crazy today, hopefully engage in some actual art making time, and go watch the man perform. Exhausted already. Plus still have a sick kitty. It’ll be fine.

It Either Will, or It Won’t…

It’s been a rough week. Yesterday…had ups and downs…ups that remind you of how it can be. We did the cover page for Unit 2. We kinda know each other now, more than before. The kids drew, and I rolled my chair around to work with every table, stealing a colored pencil everywhere I went. I started up front, with the kids who don’t do anything or are off task or just plain don’t understand, but I made sure to make it to the back tables too. They’re all seated by their homework grades at the minute. It means some days I want to kill the front tables, but then I look back, and there they are, all the kids who work their butts off, working their butts off, staring up at me. Yeah. I’m good. And honestly, checking in with some of the knuckleheads was good too. I still have this one boy’s look in my head. For the warmup, I stole something from my co-teacher…”I wish my teacher knew…” and he had written about how nervous he is all the time. And he’s this big adult-looking kid who’s always either half asleep or something, and he’s got this sad look on his face, and now I worry even more, because how do I fix that? I don’t. I work with it. Aargh.

One way I know this year has been a rough start is that I never finished coloring my Unit 1 cover page. I’ve never NOT finished. Ever. So I was gonna finish Unit 2…and I did.

OK. There were a million other things I could have been doing in the classroom, but honestly, sitting with the kids and coloring with them was the best thing…both for me and for the group and for the individual kids. It was good. Plus in 8th period, this kid is showing me his drawing from across the room, and I’m trying to figure out WTF it is and I think it’s toes, and I’m trying to figure out what toes has to do with chemical reactions, and he’s a super needy kid and has this look on his face and I just lost it. Laughing so hard I’m crying. It’s OK, he didn’t mind, and I gave him a side hug and said thanks for the laugh, you might pick up some extra credit off that. My god it was awful. Still chortling on that one.

Satchemo is still with us, but he won’t eat. The hardest part of owning pets is knowing when they’re done…when there’s nothing else we can do.

Especially when there’s no warning.

I spent some time with my stitching friends last night…I took something easy and brainless to work on. It’s what I needed.

This is Sue Spargo’s Folk Tails block-of-the-month from 2015. It’s the third quilt of hers I’ve done. They are a nice filler for me. I don’t have to create anything or think about it. I just follow someone else’s instructions and do it and it’s relaxing and not stressful. I haven’t gotten much done on this all year because of all the embroidery patterns, so it’s nice to get back to it. It’s slow. But that’s OK.

I came back from stitching, entered a show, made food for the opening tonight…oh yeah, there’s an opening tonight in Liberty Station. I’ll be exhausted, but I’ll be there. And I have an opening tomorrow too. It’s going to be an interesting few days. So many things to do…so little time. Tonight is What She Said…Artists Speak Out, in Liberty Station, located behind the Solare restaurant, the Martha Pace Swift Gallery, from 5-8 PM. I have two quilts in that. And then tomorrow is the Mingei/Allied Craftsmen show Metamorphosis at City College Art Gallery. I have one big quilt in that. The Mingei is under construction at the moment, so they’re doing stuff in other places.

Then I sat and cut for an hour and a half. It doesn’t look like much…the pile on the left is done.

The stuff on the right still needs to be cut out. I honestly don’t know when I’ll be doing that. The man has a show Saturday night. I have a hundred things to grade. Well. Technically, way more than that due to the shitload of students I have. Woo! Love it. Ugh. Seriously, this weekend hurts to think about. Openings are cool, but when I’m stressed like this and just want to get work done, it’s hard to do what feels like wasting time. I’m considering taking a chair and stuff to cut out tonight. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll be sleeping in on Sunday. Trying not to think about the cat or the workload or how it will all get done. It either will or it won’t.

Allied Craftsmen Today at the Mingei

So on Wednesday, Julie, in an attempt to force my brain from its nasty circular crap, took me to see the Allied Craftsmen Today exhibit, which is at the Mingei Museum in Balboa Park (San Diego) through January 5, so you still have time to go see it. It is an interesting exhibit with great variety and some awesome and inspirational work. That link to the museum includes links to all the artists, so to save myself some trouble, I send you there if you are more interested in a specific artist.

Of course, I start with the one piece where I didn’t get the artist’s name…and I went through the website and couldn’t figure out which one it was…but it’s what looks like wooden balls the size of bowling balls with stains and paint rubbed onto them and animals wood-burned into the surface. I know there was some reference to constellations as well. If Julie remembers who it is, I’ll edit this.

Arline Fisch’s crocheted metal neckwear…

Viviana Lombrozo’s Markings…a quilt that curves out from the wall.

Kathy Miller’s two pieces Speak Softly to Me…

and Character Map, both using a twine/fiber made from Japanese calligraphy pages.

My camera was being its usual bad self, by refusing to let me see anything in the viewfinder. Annoying.

Both Miller and Linda Litteral are in my women’s art group, FIG. I recently posted about Litteral’s paintings after a visit to her studio…here is some of her delicate ceramic work that those paintings reference…

The faces repeat around the bowl as they did around the paintings…

And the insides are carefully glazed as well. She calls these Possibility Bowls.

Julie really wanted me to see these pieces by Sasha Koozel Reibstein. This is Inadequate (with thready pulse)…

and Inadequate (with jagged breath). The ghost image of the ribcage is to show that “we are sometimes inadequately equipped to defend ourselves from emotional blows.”

Yeah. You got that right. Here is a detail of some of the stitching.

Truly beautiful work.

I liked the finish on this piece by Warren Bakley…this is Winter Landscape #1. You can’t really tell in the photo, but the glaze is cracked.

This is Cheryl Nickel’s DNA Mobile…

And Gail Schneider’s animal leg…wish I could tell you which one this is…possibly one of the two Emus?

Joanne Hayakawa’s Inhale…Exhale…ceramic lung paired with lung formed of thorny rose stems, with a background of drawings related to the lungs.

Hayakawa also made this Crow Tea II, a tea set with crow as teapot, exploring what the crow means in our culture.

Is it the harbinger of doom or something else when we drink tea from the crow? As someone who uses crows often in her work, I can tell you they mean many things.

Jeff Irwin’s Jumping Deer Trophy…a porcelain deer that seems to be made of wood and jumping through the wall.

Charlotte Bird is in California Fibers with me. This is one of the three pieces she has in the show, Living Fossils 3.

Julie and I had a discussion about the prevalence of teapots in ceramics…and why. These are seemingly fairly useless as actual teapots, unless you want your tea to fly off without you, which is not to say that they are not beautiful in their own right. These are by Kathy Kapolka Grudzas, who says these are metaphors for the balance in her life.

Upstairs is an exhibit from the permanent collection of the Mingei of animal art…called Menagerie. These two were perched up high on a divider. They are by Ricardo and Miguel Linares and are called Alebrijes, from a dream of their father/grandfather, Pedro Linares.

I liked the shape of this bird.

This is a tapestry woven under the direction of Joseph Domjan. It’s called Fire Peacock and is based on a woodblock that Domjan created.

The museum had a wall covered with batik tjaps that was nice to look at…

I have a few of these somewhere in my house that have never been used. I should just hang them on the wall as art.

The Mingei always has great stuff in their shop. The glass reflection on this piece is unfortunate, but really, I just want the story behind it. We have a cobra-like snake tail coming off some sort of demon…the cobra surrounds the head of a woman.

The demon holds the hands of a child, while standing on the back of a man who is holding the child’s legs.

Yes, there is a drawing in all that somewhere…but I don’t want to copy it. I just want it explained, and then maybe I will draw my version of the demon pulling people apart.

Julie and I wandered the park a little bit, since it was a nice day. These are cocoons of the caterpillars I saw back in June when I was here for my science program…same bush and everything.

Most of the cocoons (chrysali?) had already hatched, but there were a few caterpillars who had procrastinated…

There was also a butterfly or two, but having a shitty camera did not help and they were all blurry.

Christmas gift for Kathy: New functional camera. But I also need a new down comforter. Which one? They cost the same, neither cheap.

Anyway, it was 2 hours where I could think (mostly) about things besides being depressed…although I never seem to leave that behind. It’s always knocking on the door, reminding me that I would have come here with someone else, that something large is missing. I seem to be unable to deal with social situations well…they suck my energy in a disturbing way. I am trying to stay positive about school, since constantly assuming the worst is not allowed, but I feel incredibly drained after social interaction, even in a professional development environment where I don’t even really need to speak. Everyone says I will be better, even using the word “happier” (does such a thing exist?) when school starts. No, I will just be distracted. Maybe that will allow me to recover better…who knows. Maybe I will just come home and crawl into bed, pillow over the head, blocking out the rest of the world. There’s just no way to predict what will happen. I guess my move from negative to positive thoughts includes this intermediary step…from negative to NO thoughts. Positive thoughts require me to have an emotion that just isn’t there at the moment.

It’s a nice exhibit…intriguing and strange and interesting. It’s open until January. Check it out. Good for the happy and sad.