Hello. It’s a holiday for me. Hence my writing at a weird hour. It’s been a weird day. For one thing, we left on a short road trip Saturday morning and got back yesterday afternoon, so today I’ve been trying to do all the things I would’ve done yesterday and the day before, and I’m running out of time. Which is pretty standard for my weekends, unfortunately. I needed some significant brain power for one thing though, so I did most of that first. I’m not done, but I’m on a roll, and I think that will help in the long run.
Meanwhile, why the road trip? Two art opportunities: Fabric of a Nation is at the Skirball Cultural Center through March 12, and it’s been on my list since it opened in Boston. So that was my original plan. Then figured I might as well make a weekend of it and do a loop past the Cheech in Riverside, since I hadn’t been there since it had opened. Both incredible shows. Lots of color. Lots of amazing imagery. I’m going to try to put it on here, but there’s a lot (and there’s more photos I took, but I don’t have the time to do all of them, so I picked the best of the bunch).
So this was my first Bisa Butler piece in person, I think. I’ve seen photos and videos, but it’s never the same as closeup.
This is To God and Truth…
Her use of patterned fabric is amazing.
There’s no such thing as ‘too busy’.
This was a detail from an old applique quilt that had some racist blocks on it. This is Scenes of American Life by Mrs. Cecil White.
I always wonder if she meant to be racist, or was completely clueless about it. Or if it was commentary (unlikely; the quilt is from the 1920s). There’s so little known about some of these. Her technique is pretty fascinating for the time. Too bad parts of it are questionable in subject matter.
This crazy quilt was kind of amazing. It’s by Celestine Bacheller.
Fascinating. Most crazy quilts might have one center pictorial block, and then regular pieced crazy quilt blocks around. I’ve never seen one like this.
Carolyn Mazloomi’s graphic Strange Fruit II was even more emotional in person than in photos.
Just black and white. No way to shy away from the topic.
A detail from the Harriet Powers’ quilt…
I always think I take more (and better) pictures than I actually do. I remember seeing pictures of this one when I started quilting in the 90s. It was mind-boggling then in its simplicity. Still is.
And this one, Ruth Bader Ginsberg by Kisasi Ramsess.
Amazing use of color, again, and patterned fabrics that don’t seem to belong together and yet do.
We spent the night in Pasadena, near where I grew up. I worked on one of the Sue Spargo blocks in the car and while watching a strange movie…
And I did iron on Friday night…
Wings and a strange cat. Not this one…
Although she is pretty strange. And toothless. Or light on teeth, anyway.
There were signs at the Skirball as part of another art project by Chloë Bass called Wayfinding, up through September.
Lots of thought-provoking stuff. Do you laugh or…?
Hard to say. We walked around Pasadena a bit looking for art (all closed up), found some food and drink.
Drew something weird.
Then the next morning, drove through my old neighborhood and said hi to the house I mostly grew up in…
Cool house. Interesting what they cut down and what they leave. It was a nice place to grow up in, the house anyway. Some of the town was not so nice, but that’s another story.
OK, I have work to do, so all the Cheech photos will have to wait until later. I did iron yesterday night though…these were all the fabrics I used on one kind of weird steampunk butterfly.
I’m a little more than halfway through the 1200s now. Getting close to done.
I do need to go back to work now, though…need to grade some stuff and do some more planning, make sure I’m ready for tomorrow (don’t FEEL ready, and there’s a staff meeting in the morning, which is different). This week, I will hopefully be very efficient (unlike last week) and finish all the things, plus get done with the ironing on this thing so I can start cutting them out. Everything is taking a lot of time. I’m glad I took two days off and did some ME stuff, but I knew I’d pay for it today and the rest of the week, so there’s that. It’s nice to have the extra day, though, to catch up. Won’t see that for another 38 days. To be very specific.