All Work No Play…

You know how that goes…but barely 24 hours out of the mud, after a wild, animal-filled camping trip, listening to my guy analyze Danish wine bars (don’t even ask), having a hard time focusing on anything…have a story of a moth, lots of plant pictures and even more of classic rolling California hills dotted with happy cows and gnarly oak trees. 


Well, those are vineyard grapes…but I have more pictures than I can handle at the moment.

I also got into two shows while traveling, which is awesome. I’ll be home soon enough and will try to sum everything up, although the moth will need a post all to itself really. Glad we finally did this, got the hell out of San Diego, did a vacation with no work, despite the hellacious pile that awaits me at home. 

Free spinach artichoke dip and somebody’s very happy about his beer flight…


More later…we’re still alive…looking forward to seeing my furry babies…

How to Do the Holidays…

I’m eating cold toast at my brother’s dining room table right now, having been woken by light early enough…having listened to a teenager wake up very differently than my girlchild, then having two boys come down to play some Star Wars video game. The cold toast is because we blew a fuse, of course.

Kitten was not thrilled about my leaving…IMG_5139No, you don’t fit in the suitcase…barely anything fits in the suitcase, honestly.

My flight was uneventful, except for the old guy (my age, maybe a bit older) dancing in his seat next to me and offering to rub his companion’s feet or feed her peeled grapes while wearing a toga (say WHAT?)…I was greeted by a sweet dog and a goofball of a nephew…IMG_5152

The dog is Gracie and she loves me, of course. Apparently she also loves underwear. So she’s a real dog.

Yesterday we ran some errands and hung out with middle child and then went to pick up youngest at his hip environmentally friendly private school…lots of cool stuff going on there, but this was my takeaway as a science teacher…IMG_5155I could do this in my classroom I think…in fact, a rack on wheels with two sides would be kinda cool. Just an idea for next year’s grants…if I remember.

Then home, where I graded stuff until dinner time, with a brief view of oldest child, the only girl, who is now taller than I am, I think. Amusing. It’s been almost two years since I’ve seen these guys, I think, and that’s too long.

Indian food for dinner and conversations of people now dead or might as well be, plus childhood etc. My kids are together in Ithaca, where most people went home for the holidays…IMG_5161I couldn’t afford to fly them home for four days, and they’re home in three weeks anyways. I get occasional pictures from them as they move around…entertaining themselves. I haven’t heard from them today yet. Girlchild’s phone is probably dead.

Yes, I was grading here. I have to. I am so far behind, it’s not even funny. I have five assignments on Google Classroom and another major one I left at home, because it’s really not transportable. Ideally, I need to finish all of them this week (ha!). I finished two periods of one assignment last night. I’m about to start the third period (one was done at home), which won’t take long because many made the incredibly crappy choice of not actually turning the assignment in. Some shockers for them when grades come in.

I haven’t drawn yet, but yesterday, I was so tired…up at 4 AM is not fun. I fell asleep on the couch watching TV with my brother (now that’s funny). I’m sure I will draw today…my niece is an artist, which is very cool. The boys are goofy…apparently they know me as the aunt who makes vajayjay quilts. So I lectured on the difference between…well…you know.

Hope your Thanksgiving preparations are coming along (if that’s what you do). This is the first year in a long time where I basically have nothing to do but show up (and maybe help prep things I don’t usually cook). I have to behave as well…as well as I can. And there might be a quilt store today (because they have different fabric in Seattle? Yeah, I know…).

How to buy fabric for Kathy: walk into quilt store. Walk around. Pick 4 or 5 fabrics you like. YOU like, because Kathy is a fabric slut and will use everything, and she likes it when other people pick, because they see different stuff than she does, stuff she might never think to pick out. Get a half yard of each. Put a bow around them and hand them to Kathy. She gets happy. So easy.

I’m Just Doing It Different…

So I made it home yesterday, and then to pay for taking 2 1/2 days off of my life, I spent the next 8 hours running around like a crazy person, trying to catch up. That part wasn’t fun. At all. And at some point, around 10:30 at night, I quit. I am still feeling overwhelmed this morning…back to negotiating with my brain for a day at a time. “Today we will do this.” And trying not to think about the 70 trillion other things that need doing, but that I can’t possibly deal with right this second. Or even next week. And apparently I’m doing it all wrong anyway.

Giant ass sigh. Today we dissect frogs. Big lab day. I am leaving here early to set up, because I never got there yesterday. Ran out of time. The alarms are on at school at 11 PM, or I would have gone over then. Seriously, I was shopping for dog food at 8:45 last night.

That said, I did have a relaxing weekend (too bad I ruined it with real life, eh?), so that’s kind of a tiny buffer against all the crazy right now.

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It was really cold on Saturday, but this was part of the walking view…

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Bizarre broken panes of glass in the middle of trees…flowers everywhere…

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Birds wouldn’t shut up.

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My parents’ dock with dad’s canoe (took that out on the water on Sunday, when it wasn’t so cold and choppy)…

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The ever-present fog this weekend…or cloud, really. We spent a lot of time driving in clouds.

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There it is creeping into the valley…

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Sunday was nice out on the deck. I drew a whole picture and got sunburnt in the weird places where I forgot to slather on the sunscreen…

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Like the part of my wrist that is normally covered by a watch. It’s burnt now.

Coming home was a lot of putting stuff away, cleaning stuff, washing stuff, making lists, buying stuff, planning stuff, typing stuff, printing stuff.

And around 10:30, I sat down and started cutting these out again…

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I had to stay up pretty late to get the laundry through, so I’m tired this morning. Then again, I’m always tired in the morning, so this is really nothing different.

I know there are lots of people trying to help me, but sometimes the help comes out as criticism. And there was a lot of that yesterday, some of it crazy-from-the-teen’s-mouth criticism (really? How many times do I have to ask before you will just do it?) and yeah, I sat in my office and cried for a bit, because it was all too much and I was obviously doing it all wrong.

Or am I? Because I’m the only one sitting in this chair, carrying all of it on my shoulders, and if there is a lack of understanding, I can’t really do anything about that. I have this huge job that sucks up so much time and energy, and then I try to be an artist on top of that, and woven through the whole mess is this parenting thing, which I do by the seat of my pants and with very little support. And when I get it wrong, I apologize and move on. But it seems like even with all I get done, there are still expectations that I’m not meeting. And yet I know I’m not doing it all wrong…I’m just doing it different. I have to remind myself of that, that my experience is mine…and they’re not seeing what I’m seeing.

You could just take one look at my art and realize that, I guess.

Getting through this week will clear some of this out, I think. Meanwhile, I’m still making art. There’s no magic that fixes the rest.

Traveler

I went north to San Francisco this weekend to visit a high-school friend…who doesn’t actually live in the city of course. We ate Ethiopian food…

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Tanya joined us, thus connecting two parts of my world in one small restaurant.

From there, a tiny bit of wine tasting…

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Then on to SCRAP in San Francisco

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Where we ferreted through artistic junk for stuff we might like…

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And tried to decide what would fit in my already full luggage (it was raining, so I had to bring a jacket).

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There was a lot of fabric, and we only had about 30 minutes…

Here’s what I should do with all my yarn…

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The surrounding area is not particularly pretty…

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Liked this flower, but couldn’t figure out what it was (Julie!)…in Vickie’s friend’s garden…

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Wine, juice, and ginger ale tasting after Gilbert and Sullivan…

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And now breakfast is being created by many hands…I might survive it! No seriously, it’s been a fun-filled weekend and I have enjoyed all the interactions.

Hello Friday…

Hello Friday. I’m glad you’re here, although you will be long and full of tests and whiny kids who didn’t study because they think grades are magical things that happen to them and there will be soccer and a plane flight and lots of girly squealing on the other end…wait…no…this is me and Vickie…we don’t girly squeal…we guffaw and snort and make rude comments. So there’ll be lots of that. And maybe I’ll be allowed to sleep…who knows? But there will be lots of food and a musical and hanging out with Tanya and Ethiopian food and maybe some SCIENCE and some art supplies and who knows what else.

But it’s Friday at least, and although I will get absolutely no art made today, Saturday, or probably even Sunday, that’s OK, because I will be feeding the artist’s mind with all the experiences and laughter and goofiness and serious discussion that it needs to be what it is. To do what it does.

Plus I have Monday off, so I can catch up!

Who am I kidding? I will never catch up. Seriously, I have three assignments that need grading from last week, can’t hand any of them off to my TA because they’re too complicated, and I’m about to get four more today. Really I should take all my grading with me (not happening). Or I should stop assigning things.

I am looking forward to coming back and getting my focus on…it’s been off this week for a variety of reasons. I need to stitch down, sandwich, and quilt the two cancer hands. I need to stitch down (although it will probably fray like a bitch) the first of the recycled pieces and pick fabrics for the next one, because they are currently in piles in my living room. I need to start tracing Wonder Under for the Earth Mother from Ventura (seriously, I think that’s her name). That’s next week. Ha! Because I won’t have 7 assignments to grade, 2 soccer games, a union meeting, and god knows what else that hasn’t even hit me upside the head yet?

Yeah. Whatever. I can do it.

And I’m taking my sketchbook on the plane. I’m hoping to sit beside some conservative businessman and draw scary boobs with eyeballs in them. Wait a minute. I really do like that idea. I have not done that. How have I not done that?

Hey Vickie, can I sit at the breakfast table with your kids and draw? She’s gonna say yes.

Meanwhile, my FFAC donation quilt will be winging its way to a newish art quilter in Florida, while mine comes from Belgium…

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I’ll post pictures when it gets here. Could be a while. I can handle waiting. Then maybe I will hang art in the living room, ignoring the girlchild’s edict of no nudity. My house. My rules. Ha. Like that works.

In other cool news, Earth Stories is now traveling through the middle of 2017…

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It will be in Athens, Ohio, May 23-September 7, 2015; San Jose, California, November 6, 2015-February 28, 2016; Huntington, West Virginia, June 25-October 2, 2016; and Erie, New York, January 20– June 11, 2017. Plenty of opportunities to see it…I’m aiming for the San Jose one of course.

I fly places once or twice a year…my quilts? They get to go all over. Lucky beasts.

Hello Cornell…

Last week, the boychild and I visited Cornell University so he could make a decision about college for next year. He had said all along that he didn’t need to visit a college to decide, but hey, when reality is staring you in the face and it’s a few thousand miles away, then apparently you change your mind.

So I scheduled a last-minute trip during his (and my) Spring Break and their Cornell Days. I watched the weather and was a little freaked out about snow being forecast, especially since we were flying into Syracuse and driving to Ithaca (cheaper). We got into Syracuse (and Ithaca) pretty late. Luckily, I’ve realized that all college towns in the East have the same pizza place that delivers (yes, even to hotel rooms) late at night.

The next day, we ventured out into the rain to the registration area and a class and an info session and lunch and the bookstore, but it was nasty wet rain (I actually bought an umbrella, it was so bad…I know. I’m from Southern California and my old umbrella had BROKEN way back in January or February and I hadn’t replaced it because I DIDN’T NEED TO. I realize my entitlement). I took zero pictures during the rain, mostly because it was so wet and then it got cold, dropping about 40 degrees from the morning to the late afternoon. So ALL of these are from the next day. Well, except this lovely photo, taken from the (crappy) hotel room window when I realized it was SNOWING. Yes, I don’t get out much.

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It’s not even sticking at that point. We actually went out in that to find a local brewpub for dinner.

The boychild doesn’t like to write his name…in fact, I have no problems posting this online, because you can’t even read it (OK, not really).

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He did wear this, but under his jacket. OK, wait, I lied. I did take pictures at Buttermilk Falls State Park, where we went before dinner, just to get a walk in. It was bloody freezing and snowing and absolutely different from what he’s used to here at home, and gorgeous.

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I’m not sure you can argue with any of that. Certainly, visits to see him at college will be fun. Although I might avoid some of the snowier months.

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To many of my readers, this style of house and yard is probably very familiar, but San Diego doesn’t do it this way.

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The next morning, we headed back out to campus to wander around in NON-rainy weather. This I believe is one of the cooperative houses on campus…there were a few of them. At this point, there were some brief snow flurries, but mostly it was just a pretty (and bloody freezing) day. I managed to keep my nose from freezing off my face, but only barely.

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Boychild acknowledged that he might need gloves and better shoes for next year. He wore short sleeves the entire time we were there, but the jacket I bought him for Christmas was entirely the right move.

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There’s a lake on campus (it’s not very big, but it’s cute) and a bridge going over the river that exits the lake…

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The falls were very impressive in the morning…

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He was kind of amazed by the color of the water and the walls of the ravine on each side.

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I was kind of amazed by the ice…

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And the tree icicles.

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Towards the bridge we walked over in the rain yesterday.

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I know. Not much snow.

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This time, we just wandered around to get a feel for the place when water wasn’t sluicing into your eyes.

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He likes it. He says it’s pretty.

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And it has its own art museum.

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Lots of old buildings that remind me of going to school in Wales.

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With Spring just around the corner.

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We ate in there the day before…the bathrooms looked like something out of Hogwart’s, and there was a library with lots of soft chairs and tables, a really old library, that I was too lame to take pictures of…

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Part of the student housing is down this big hill…so I made him walk down it…

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Looking back up at the main campus…

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So he could then experience walking back UP that hill. Definitely a good exercise option if you have to do that a few times a day.

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The weather stayed nice (but still freezing!) the whole time we walked around.

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When we were done exploring (he had decided…he needed no more exploring), we headed off for Syracuse…driving the Bob Nida (my dad) way: If there is a two-line road running parallel to the main highway, then you should be on it, because it is more interesting than the main highway.

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Plus, it has more cemeteries (I warned the boy that I like these…he has experienced my cemetery habit before)…

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And the trees and blue skies with the snow made it quite lovely…

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Meanwhile, back in San Diego, it was SO HOT (per the girlchild)…

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It was in the 80s.

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Certainly a temperature difference.

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We had some time when we got to Syracuse, so we went to a local lake…

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Where fish were dropping from the sky…

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And geese were squawking…

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and trees were falling in the lake…

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More icicles (things I NEVER see).

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Anyway, the goal was to help him decide and it worked, and now I know where he’ll be for probably the next 4 years, so that helps me be less freaked out by it. Besides, I figure he’ll WANT to come back to Southern California after 4 years of freezing his butt off…and it gives me a good excuse to go out there and hike some new trails.

 

Where Am I, Part 2

I know where I should be in about 4 hours; unfortunately, Delta has once again messed up my flight plans, so I am stuck in a hotel in Syracuse, New York, ready to fly out at some ungodly hour in the morning. Last time this happened, I was headed to Quilt National in Ohio, and I missed the opening. I was really unhappy and stressed when that happened. I had to get a sub for my class and I was just messed up by the whole experience.

This time? Eh. It might help that it’s Spring Break, or it might be the influence of meditation or the distance depression gives me. I don’t really care. We got to the hotel and I went down to the gym and exercised for an hour. I drew for a while…

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This is actually a really confusing drawing…there’s a metal tube and someone is zooming through it. It got a little crowded in the end. Too many overlaps. Might do it again on a larger piece of paper. It was (strangely) inspired by the first part of Angels and Demons (the movie, not the book), which was vaguely entertaining me after dinner in the hotel room.

Things the boychild has learned from this delay that his mom already knew: hairdryers are useful for drying damp shoes and clothing, although my Uggs are still wet from Tuesday (it’s OK, I brought my flipflops…oh, and hiking boots); you should always carry extra pairs of underwear and socks, and a shirt if you can; hotel staff have bandaids and it’s OK to ask for one; and most importantly, the line your mom picks will always be the longest one, so get in a different one (seriously, I’ve always had this issue).

Our flight leaves early, so I need to go to bed soon, although I have a hard time getting myself to sleep, even though I’m not on West or East coast time. I have no idea what time zone I’m existing in at the moment. Kathy Zone.

Six hours later! Yup, I’m awake and in an airport. We don’t have seats, but we’re checked in…somehow, we get in to San Diego before lunchtime (probably because it’s early enough that I would just be going to bed if I were home). One of my students wants to know her grade…sweetie, you turned everything in late! Plus I can’t input grades from here. Work raises its ugly head. No! I have 4 more days! Holy crap, where did Spring Break go? Apparently it wandered off…with my brain. Need to put a leash on that thing.

I’m missing life drawing this morning. That sucks. I will have to persuade Calli (the Golden Retriever) to do some poses for me (asleep, asleep on her back, asleep in a ball…you get the gist).

So wish me luck…hopefully the next post will be from the comfort of my own home, where the cats have been ignored by the girlchild for days.

Bring on the Happy, Dammit…

First of all, I am moving on to the next step on the Celebrating Silver quilt. I might pinbaste the other quilt this week, like on a night when I get home before 9 PM maybe. I will be quilting it over the Tday weekend, so it’s not a rush. I do need to get started on Silver though…ideally getting some fabric cut out before that week as well. Cutting out Wonder Under is relatively boring. I watch TV while I’m doing it, but it’s also nitpicky and fussy, especially with all the tiny little pieces, so it’s hard to start when you’re already tired, because it often feels like work.

But I did it anyway, because I’m persistent (and crazy) like that…

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I didn’t do a lot, 45 minutes, but it’s a start. I got one yard cut out, but it was a yard with lots of long big dirt pieces in it. If I work on it every night, it won’t take very long, and then I can start picking fabrics for that one as well, which means I need a background fabric, which means I have to make a decision about the color of the background fabric, which means I have to start coloring that sucker in my head. No problem. Especially if I have another insomniac night when I wake up like three times for no apparent reason and can’t go back to sleep. Meditative breathing got a real workout today, starting about about 1 AM. At least I’m using what I learn in meditation practice, eh? I’m hoping that between the lack of sleep two nights running and the bitchy workout I did at the gym that I can sleep through tonight…because little sleep makes Kathy really sad and unhappy and that’s not good.

I read an article today about 10 simple things you can do today that will make you happier (backed up by science)…the article is here. Is it OK to get irritated by articles like this? I was angry at first, because they make it sound so easy and it’s not that easy for me at the moment, but when I read it the second time (no, I’m not obsessive, shut up), I realized I do most of this stuff already…

I do exercise a lot. I’m revising HOW I exercise, but I don’t think adding 7 minutes/day is going to make a difference…I’m already over 9 hours/week. Wow. That is a lot.

I don’t sleep enough, but hell, it’s not for lack of TRYING. My biology is fucking with me. How do I deal with that? I can’t force myself to sleep more. My brain wakes me up, completely wired, and refuses to go back to sleep (last night truly sucked, and I’m convinced a lot of it is hormonal).

My commute is 2.47 miles. I could walk to work if I didn’t have to carry all that teacher stuff.

I do hang with a small number of friends and family. I could improve on this…but is it quantity or quality? I vote for the latter. It’s on my mind and I’m taking steps.

I could go outside more…although teachers do spend more time outdoors than a lot of office drones. I get to stand outside between each class and walk back and forth outside regularly. I could add to that…not sure how, but working on adding some hiking to my exercise repertoire (more hours!).

Help others, 100 hours/year. Now, does being a teacher count for that? Because I feel like all I do is help others some days, when some days maybe I should spend more time helping myself. I get all helped out. The article talks about spending money on others (being a teacher definitely qualifies for that). So I spent a ton of money on my students and about 6 hours a day for 183 days a year. Seems like a lot.

Practice smiling. Despite the depression, I do smile and laugh every day. Sometimes it’s some dorky kid thing (whether it’s a student or my own children); sometimes it’s something someone wrote (Tanya, Sion, and Monique are good at making me smile). Sometimes it’s that dorky video of cats. Or dogs. You know what I mean.

Plan a trip but don’t take one. OK. That’s just depressing. BUT…that said…I realized yesterday that there were some places I wanted to go, and yes, money is incredibly tight, but at some point in my future, the kids will be gone and on their own, and I could travel, and I am no longer limited by…um…well…certain factors that limited me, shall we say. I talked to my SIL years ago about going to India together…

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because neither of our significant others wanted anything to do with that trip. I want to go to Antarctica…

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the Galapagos Islands (can you say science teacher? Iguanas that swim!)…

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Hawaii for the volcanoes and that park you have to walk into…

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I found a friend’s picture of Machu Picchu from when she went a few years ago (at least, I think this is her picture)…

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All those places…the Mayan temples, the Egyptian pyramids, all the places I’ve seen in pictures and read about, minus the tour guides and that crap. I just want to go. So I guess I can plan for that, even if it’s 10+ years in the future and I don’t get everywhere I think I want to go. Even if I’m going by myself. There was some animal reserve on the West coast of Chile where only a certain number of people were allowed per year. There. I want to go there. So. I guess that’s a plan. Of sorts.

Meditate: yup. doing that. every day. So there, brain. Take that.

Practice gratitude: I talked about this yesterday and how it goes against my nature. But if you look back at my years of blogging, I do show gratitude…for good books, good movies, good art, being able to make art, pets, kids, donuts, stupid shit, beautiful landscapes. I do it all the time. I just don’t use the words “I am thankful for…”. Maybe it’s just the triteness of those words being trotted out every year in November that I object to…the being thankful for the stuff that keeps me sane and here on the planet? I can do that. I do it all the time. I just don’t label it properly (much like the water faucets in my shower, says my plumber…I blame Dad for switching them around). Tonight? Tonight I am thankful for apples and a decent cup of tea. In a minute, I’m going to be thankful for a warm bed and a Kitten. I’m hoping to be thankful for a reasonable amount of sleep. Did I cry today? Oh yeah. But I still did the stuff I needed to do and even some stuff I wanted to do. I’m thankful for Brussels sprouts, however weird that is.

So that’s it. I’m doing all the things that should be making me happier. I need to sleep more and go outside more. OK. I’ll do that. Bring on the happy, dammit.

Quilt National 2013: The Artist Talks

I suspect someone out there, like that one woman with the iPad who is in a lot of my photos of the artist talks, is going to post short, 2-minute videos of each of us talking about our art. Someone let me know when she does. I wasn’t that organized. I did take notes as people talked, and I tried to take photos of each artist with their piece, but the place was really crowded and I’m really short so I missed a bunch. Or I got just the top of their forehead. Needless to say, none of us looks awesome when we’re talking, except for maybe Elizabeth Barton (see below). Artist talks are always my favorite parts of any exhibit. I like to hear what they think, even when it’s just technique rather than inspiration. If I didn’t have a photo of the artist talking, I’ll talk about their inspirations/techniques when I post pictures of the exhibit later this week. For now, this is what’s intriguing me…people talking about their work.

I should also admit that I have barely looked at the catalog, let alone read statements yet. I’m saving that for when my head is less busy. I suggest you buy the catalog for the really good photography (unlike mine) and the official statements. I’m all about supporting art quilt endeavors.

This is John Lefelhocz‘s piece Mona in the Era of Social Butterflies.

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When you look at this piece up close, you can see text in each box. John talked about the concept of a social butterfly and starting a dialogue, but the most amusing thing he said was “What would Mona Lisa say on her Facebook page?” I’ve seen a couple of parodies of famous artists dissing each other on FB. It’s an interesting take on the classics talking to the modern world. What is it to be a social butterfly these days? Is it the woman with 1000 FB friends that she’s never met?

Charlotte Ziebarth talks about her piece Reverberations: Yellowstone Waters.

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Charlotte won the Persistence Pays Award, with 9 entries over the last 16 years. I don’t remember how many times I’ve entered, but it wasn’t that many. She has some good background information on how she made this quilt on her website, on the right under Recent Posts. She is very interested in the patterns that water makes and using altered photographs. This is part of a continuing series and shows a dichotomy between hot and cold, using the geyser basins. What I find interesting about this piece is that it reads completely differently if you stand far away from it than up close.

Karen Rips is standing waiting for that funny-looking recording device we all had to talk into…the weird rainbow reflection on the top right of her quilt is not there in real life. Remember how I said my viewfinder wasn’t working? Yeah. Well, it wasn’t. Karen’s piece is called High Water Mark and is one of a series of three about the tides and how the body and emotions are related to tidal movements.

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This is a very subtle piece and photographs don’t do it justice. There is a lot of detailed stitching in the black areas.

Cris Fee does a lot of drawing of live models, and sometimes self portraits, because she is an easy model to us. This is her piece Contemplating Self.

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She likes to catch her drawing style in the quilt work. Everything is held in place with thread and paint.

Karen Tunnell does a lot of marbling on fabric. In this piece, Bubbles, she was trying to make the bubbles look like were sticking up off the fabric, using oil paint sticks and freezer-paper stencils, as well as trapunto techniques to achieve her goal.

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It’s quite beautiful in person.

This picture amuses me. It’s Pamela Allen. I love her work. Is her work in the photo? Barely. Her piece is called My Town by the River and is very different from her brightly colored portraits with all their embellishments and stitching.

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She explained that she had given her students an assignment to use toned-down, greyed fabrics, so she needed to do one herself. She has been working on a series of quilts of her home town. Her best quote? “I’m known for wonky.”

I missed pictures of Peggy Brown, Linda Colsh, and Susan Polanski, so next was Robin Schwalb, whose arm you see below pointing to Jive Boss Sweat.

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Robin talked about putting pieces together from a bunch of cool places she’d been in Japan, including the beckoning cat, maneki-neko. The quote is basically that the native Japanese see differently than the tourists.

I missed photos of Kate Sturman Gorman and Dinah Sargeant, although I have pictures of their work that I will post later this week, and Susan Shie and Paula Kovarik as well. I don’t know how I missed so many…there were lots of people.  I did take notes, so I know I heard them…I just couldn’t see them.

This is Mary Ann Tipple‘s piece The Conversation, between her mom and her dad. She joked that this was the second time her dad had been in Quilt National.

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There was some interesting discussion about Spoonflower and other digital printing services, which I’ll ramble on about at a later date. She did use Spoonflower for the large prints.

This is Carol Goossens piece As Summer Slowly Fades. I was very intrigued by the coloring in this piece. Carol said she had a few months off of work and wanted to do a piece about summer turning into winter. She had started with machine stitching, but wasn’t getting a strong enough line, so she ended up hand-embroidering on it instead. It bugged her that she only had male birds in the piece, but the females weren’t going to show up…then she read that red-winged blackbirds congregate by gender in the fall, so she was happy to keep them all together in the quilt.

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I’m certain I have a detail of this somewhere, but that will have to wait.

Elin Noble‘s piece Fugitive Pieces 11 is beautiful in person, and the detail in the catalog shows some of the specifics of that. She talked about emotions, memory, and grief, relating to the Canadian poet Anne Michael’s novel Fugitive Pieces and all the motions one goes through in life. Her love is for dye and fabric and thread…she even dyes the thread, but emphasized that she doesn’t dye the threads she uses on the back…that would be a waste, wouldn’t it? Unless you put the stuff you didn’t like on the back…

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Across from Elin’s piece was Katherine Knauer‘s Solar City. Katherine has been doing a series on earth, air, fire, and water, and she liked the idea of a whole city running on solar power. She used a digital printing service to make fabrics with a variety of electrical symbols, referring to renewable energy; the sunflowers are made up of taxis, presumably running on renewable energy of some sort.

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Nelda Warkentin‘s piece Bella Woods refers to the cycle of birth, life, and death found in the woods. She likes not just the standing trees, but those that are falling down. She uses the geometry of the line of trees to depict what we have in life, referring again to evolution and rebirth.

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Laura Fogg may be known for her landscapes, so this piece Jammin’ is a departure from those. She drew some musicians freehand with her sewing machine and that turned into a quilt. I think the printed circles look like coffee cup stains, which makes sense to me in this quilt.

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Cathy Kleeman‘s piece Post No Bills wasn’t working for her. She stitched it, painted on it, got stumped by the piece, and painted big black X’s on it to show it who’s boss.

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Sandy Gregg was talking about her piece Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain while someone else was talking to me (this might be my excuse for everything!), so I missed the first part, but I do remember her saying that she painted individual raindrops and added text to the bottom where the rain fell. I suspect I’m hiding a detail shot of this somewhere on this computer for later use.

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Too bad I wasn’t on the other side to get a shot of her face.

I missed Lorie McCown‘s explanation, although for some reason I typed Frida Kahlo into my phone. I have a picture for later…her piece was very cool. I wish I knew why I typed that. I could ask her!

Susan Brooks talked about being commissioned to do a 9/11 quilt, but the fabric they made was ugly, so they each took a piece to do something with it. Her something included ripping it to shreds and putting it back together in this format, which made her think of her art group and the strength it gave her. This is Together.

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Barbara Schneider‘s realistic leaves in Forest Floor, var. 2 are very impressively dimensional. She wanted to show things that were impermanent or decaying, but still beautiful, quoting wabi-sabi. There are about 100 maple leaves that were scanned, printed, stitched, stiffened, and shaped. The quilt is made in 4 sections and show distinct areas of light and shadow interacting.

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I have a totally awesome picture of the artist there too, eh? I am short. What can I say?

This is Susan Lenz‘s Circular Churchyard, an amazing piece of grave rubbings from an historic churchyard in Charleston, South Carolina. The rubbings were done with permission in a graveyard that normally doesn’t allow this, over Halloween weekend…one wonders if any ghosts travel with the quilt. She talked about the ethereal nature of our lives and the passage of time through generations.

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This is the first time I’ve met Susan, although I’ve emailed her with the I’m Not Crazy exhibit and I own one of her auction pieces. I love the work she does, and this piece is truly gorgeous in person.

Kerby Smith waits to talk about his piece Graffiti Series: Chain Link. This is an awful picture of it. Kerby announced himself as the photographer who quilts, and referred to tradition being tied with nontradition, as well as speaking about his focus on color and design. The pieces are linked together with large loops, like in a chain.

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The next artist, Rita Merten (on the right), had Brigitte Kopp speak in English for her about Plastic Trees #5, Olive Grove in Ampolla, Spain. She recycled plastic bags for this piece, liking the idea of bringing the materials back to nature and making them into trees.

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This is a very stunning graphic piece in person.

Lura Schwarz Smith‘s piece Passage refers to her mother’s declining memory. The drawing began on paper and includes digitally printed fabric.

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You can see I wasn’t the only person trying to take photos.

I tried to get a decent picture of Sheila Frampton-Cooper and her piece From a Seed, which was inspired by one of her small watercolors.

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I tried. She is an active talker…she did this as a whole-cloth painting with Procion thickened dyes and some paint sticks, but it’s the quilting that makes this piece. I’m sure I have a detail for later. She called this a subconscious drawing, and talked about trying to get the feeling of rain in the background, referring back to a seed growing into a funky plant.

I told you she was an active talker…

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I missed Eleanor McCain talking about her collaborative piece Swaddling to Shroud–Birthing Bed with Kevin Womack. But here is Kevin talking about it…

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The two talked about referencing traditional bed quilts, yet talking about what might happen IN or ON the bed, such as birth. There are digitally printed fabrics in the quilt, which is pieced from a variety of photographs of babies and prints of reproductive systems, as well as other things. Yes, I have a detail…later. I might be here for days on this one post if I don’t keep going.

Sandra van Velzen‘s quilt Behind the Facades is about Amsterdam’s canals and houses, what is behind the facades, referring to darker paintings from the era of famous Dutch art in the 17th century. This is a 3-dimensional piece, pushing out from the wall.

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Patricia Kennedy-Zafred‘s piece about children and mining history is named Descent into Darkness: The Boys of the Mines. She uses historical images to tell the story. She won The Heartland Award for this piece.

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At this point, I talked about my own quilt, and then got trapped down there for Lisa Kijak‘s commentary about her drop-dead beautiful piece El Cortez, Las Vegas. You can just see Sara Impey‘s Bitter Pills on the left side of the photo and Lisa Way Down There. Lisa’s recent work all draws from neon signs, showing the texture and passage of time. For this piece, she went to a neon graveyard (a cool idea in itself). She comes from a printmaking background (gee, I don’t know anything about that), so the positive and negative spaces have a different kind of importance. She uses thousands of pieces in each quilt, and if you go to her blog, she’ll tell you about one fabric in this quilt that was difficult to find. She also uses only commercial fabrics and tulle to help shade colors. I have details of this quilt for later.

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I missed pictures of Kathleen McCabe, Judith Plotner, and Judith Content, and my photo of Kris Kasaki and Deb Cashatt dancing around with their microphones was amazingly bad, but their comment that they met 50 pounds…each…ago was amusing.

Pam Rubert‘s piece Seattle–Wish You Were Hair, referencing the Space Needle, is part of her vacation postcard series, if you think of those cards that say “Wish you were here,” but realize Pam is into bad puns. She uses world monuments to make really bad hairstyles, but showing that each place has an individuality to it that’s important. She mentioned that things are becoming the same everywhere, so looking for the individuality of a particular place is important…hence the buildings shaped like spools to match the needle.

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Here is Pam herself talking about her quilt…

I didn’t expect her voice to sound like that, but I always have that problem…we imagine artists to look and sound a certain way (who knows why) and we are usually wrong.

Kathy Weaver was another artist I had imagined wrong (I should stop imagining people, eh?)…this is her piece Biomechatronics Development Lab 2 v 2, based on a series of charcoal drawings of robotic arms made for soldiers losing limbs in war, as well as other people. She transferred her sketch onto fabric using a digital printing company, then airbrushed and embroidered over that. She liked the idea of using a classical drawing style to depict modern robotic devices.

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This piece by Marian Zielinski, Goodnight, Sweet Prince, is a farewell piece to her father. She spoke quite emotionally about making the piece. The photos she used were taken as he was diagnosed with the illness that killed him. She commemorates his life by telling her story of her father. She liked the idea of using elemental energies to make the quilt: the sun for printing, the pigment for earth and water, dried by the air.

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Marianne Williamson based her piece Hidden Falls on a waterfall in a cavern where there are no lights, the air sounds muffled, but water is falling. There is a timeless quality to the piece, as she imagined how the rock face might look as it is dislodged by the water and falling to the bottom, how water splashes and hits the pool below.

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Susan Callahan’s piece 2 Top is based on her obsession with food and with setting the table before the people show up.

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Kate Themel talked about the influence of light in her piece Morgan’s Flight. Morgan is the pilot who flew over the town in the quilt and provided her with reference photos for the quilt. She was trying to work with ideas of multiple sources of light or what if buildings were lit from inside.

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I listened to Arle Sklar-Weinstein, Leslie Bixel, Bonnie Peterson, and Dianne Firth, but got no decent photos. I’ll talk more about their pieces in a later post. I do love Elizabeth Barton‘s piece Legacy and her face while talking about it. I don’t remember why it made her laugh. She started this piece about the environment in a smaller quilt, but used a picture of her grandson for the bottom section, supporting the oil derrick, which is much easier to see from far away (and doesn’t even show up in this photo). I think she was laughing because she had called her daughter and told her to drag the boy out of bed and put him in a particular position (what artist hasn’t done this?) and photograph him for this, and yes, she needed it right away. I think I have a full photo of this one for later too.

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I missed Brigitte Kopp…or more accurately, I have a picture of the top of her head and even that is blurry.

This is Sidnee Snell standing in front of her piece Riveted, which is not even in the photograph. She talked about an infatuation with a steel bridge in Portland or nearby and all the photographs she’d taken of how the wind and rain had interacted with the paint. It’s a beautiful piece.

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Miriam Nathan-Roberts was unable to come to the opening due to serious illness, so Judith Content talked about this quilt, Salt & Pepper. Content had to recuse herself from the jurying on this piece, because she had watched her friend take a very long time during her illness to finish this quilt, how she would take breaks for weeks and then come back to the piece.

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Cynthia Friedman is working with symmetry in her piece A Man among Giants. She was interested in the shapes of people and bodies and the shadows they make. Her quilts are often block-based and reflecting, but the blocks can be placed together in many ways for a different look. She uses a computer to mess with the photos and draws from there, using the computer to test symmetrical layouts.

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Silvia Gegaregian started her quilt Bow Tie when she found some fabrics because she had to clean out her studio to remove the carpet. The fabrics spoke to her. She told the story that her husband doesn’t like this quilt and would say to her “You’re still working on that one?”, surprised that she continued to work on something he didn’t like.

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This is Patty Hawkins‘ quilt Sunlit Canyon, based on the mountains she loves, trying to show the wear on the trees caused by elk and bear. She likes to play with the fabrics and uses deconstructed screenprints in her work.

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I heard a few more people speak, but no photographs. I do have other photos of the pieces themselves, the gallery, and my favorite, detail shots, but you can only do so much in one blog post, and this is a LOOONNNGG one. I do like to document though, so you can blame it on that. The artist talk is always my favorite part, and I like to see what the artist looks and sounds like who makes the art, so that was worthwhile. Tune in later for more details on Quilt National 2013.