Tag: Wayne Art Center

Accept the Fuzz…

Hey. It’s Spring Break. I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, buried, and woke up sick this morning. That squirrel is back on the fence, running along…he hasn’t figured out how to get to the bird feeder yet (the Man moved it). I’m waiting for the Mark Rober adjustments to the feeder if he does figure it out (if you’ve never watched Rober design systems to foil squirrels, it’s definitely a squirrel hole to fall down some day.). I leave early Wednesday morning for Virginia, and every time I turn around, something else gets added to the to-do list. The oil light came on in my car yesterday after driving to Long Beach and back for an art meeting (hardly any traffic, luckily). Hoping I don’t get all those people sick. But I felt fine yesterday…just tired. And I’m always tired. Here’s to hoping my middle-school-teacher immune system kicks in (and my flu shot) to make this thing go away quickly. I don’t have time to be sick. I don’t want to be sick on a plane either. Sigh. OK. Need to buy/find masks now.

Did I finish my taxes on Saturday? Nope. Not even. I packed and shipped a quilt that will be at the New England Quilt Museum as part of the Soul Stories exhibit opening there around April 14. It will travel to Birmingham, UK, and then to International Quilt Festival in Houston, Texas, in November. I can’t go to any of those shows, I think. Ah well. The quilts travel more than I do…always.

I have the closing reception for the Fantastic Stories exhibit at the Virginia Quilt Museum this coming weekend. We’re doing demos on Friday and then an artist talk on Saturday. If I had a car and more time, I’d then drive up to the Art Quilt Elements opening at the Wayne Art Center; I have a piece in that show as well. The opening is from 3-5 PM. It’s about a 4-hour drive from where I am in Virginia, I don’t have a car, and I’m planning on going to museums in DC on Monday. I’m not making it to the opening. I couldn’t do the 8-hour roundtrip drive plus rent the car. Money is tight. I’m appreciating the museum finding us a place to stay while we’re in Virginia and transporting us around. Saves me a bit of money I don’t actually have.

But this is the artist’s life…I could never afford to be a fulltime artist and feed my kids. The paychecks are not regular (or honestly big) enough. One quilt selling from this show would cover my expenses easily, but my stuff does not sell easily unfortunately. I probably don’t market well either. In my spare time! Anyway, if you are in Dayton, come see the show. If you miss it this week (it comes down Saturday night), I’ll have a piece in the No Boundaries exhibit that opens right afterward, on March 31.

I did finish the smallest of the dye paintings last night. On Friday, I finished all the embroidery so far and was considering threads for the hair.

Then Saturday night, I started working on the hair…

This is the smallest of the pieces I’m working on…

This one is about 20″ square…smaller than I usually do. And last night, I finished up the purple in the hair…

And sewed the sleeves down on the bottom edge (I waited to make sure the embroidery didn’t catch in the sleeves).

I don’t usually make pieces this small…trying to see if this is faster than the other way I make quilts. For something this size, it’s not.

Official photos will have to follow. I have a piece about this size that I did last year, in my normal technique, and it’s about the same number of hours. Interesting. It’s still a worthwhile process though, for a different type of image. I’m not giving up on it. Certainly, I make more work by adding the embroidery, but that was part of what I wanted to do. Moving on to the next one tonight. Might be some bedazzly stuff going on with that one.

I really wish they’d pay TSA. Getting on a plane and going to DC is somewhat nerve-wracking, now helped by long lines and ICE agents.

Such a frustrating system we have at the moment.

This was not surprising, unfortunately. Men in power. Strength and love to Dolores Huerta.

But true. I don’t want anyone in the Epstein Files to be in power anywhere. Don’t care who they are. That’s the difference.

Going back to the Dark Ages, y’all.

This is how men control the story. Take the meds away…I don’t see anyone removing Viagra or its equivalents. Of course not. Not making men responsible for their bodies and what they do with them. Birth control is mostly hormones…interestingly, hormones men have as well.

This is what I always feel like at the beginning of Spring Break. Except when I’m sick.

But it does feel like a good morning despite the headache and sore throat. I’ll try to stand outside in the sun for a bit. Just stand. Then go back to prepping for this trip, trying to grade stuff, trying to finish taxes, trying to keep up with all the stupid stuff I’m supposed to be doing in the next two days. I’d like to get to ceramics today too…maybe later. Brain is very fuzzy. Spring Break fuzzy? Sick fuzzy? General old age fuzzy? It probably doesn’t matter…accept the fuzz.

Finally Ironed…

One thing I love about this week is that feeling that starts to rise up…the one that feels like days off from work…the anticipation of not having to write lesson plans or create curriculum from your butt because your district hasn’t given you any for the last 4+ years and the damn standards changed or even just that glorious feeling that I can stay up late, sleep in the next morning (fuck, I’ve got jury duty next Monday…even earlier than fucking school, the bastards), and make art for hours without having to worry about that whole day job thing. But also, the panicked emails of parents who want a miracle for their student’s lack of work in the form of a parent meeting NOW it must be NOW why can’t you do it NOW. Fun stuff. It won’t fix the progress report that’s coming home. So meetings and emails…lots of them.

So now I have a quiz to grade…not sure I have the brainpower for it. We have a lab today anyway, so it won’t be happening yet. It’s a lab we’ve never done before exactly like this…so we’ll see how it goes. I’m hoping it goes well. It meant I had to traipse around to three stores last night trying to find two different types of chocolate chip cookie (long story), and also do the grocery shopping, and then cook dinner. Long day. I finished grades at school before I left, so as of now, they’re complete. Which is nice. I have tons of work to do at school still…they’ll make us clean our rooms so THEY can clean our rooms. Plus we need to make glaciers. Being a science teacher is a weird job sometimes.

It was late when I made it in here, but I entered a show, dealt with a bunch of personal stuff, emails, bills, figuring out that I need to ship three quilts this week alone…which means I need at least one box. And the girlchild comes home Saturday night, so her room needs about 40 quilts moved. Minor issue.

I bought the background fabric on Wednesday night last week, and then wasn’t able to get any of the ironing done. I had to stitch the background together first, make it big enough…

This was an easy ironing job…

Mostly one solid piece, not a lot of fussiness.

Calli helped.

Not at all. In no way, shape, or form.

Now they’re ready to be stitched down tonight. Hopefully that will be easy peasy…

And then I can finally quilt this bastard, like three weeks late. Sigh. Oh well. It’ll get done.

One of my students. I want you to see what I get to deal with…

Best part is his spelling of science.

I have a piece in CraftForms right now, at the Wayne Art Center in Wayne, PA.

See if you can figure out which one it is…

It looks like an interesting show actually…lots of variety in materials and shapes and techniques…

Too bad I don’t live near Pennsylvania.

It’ll be there until February 1. Check it out!

OK, off to the mines. That’s what we’re doing today…mining. It’ll be good. Really. Then tutoring. I’m already tired. I think I’m cooking again tonight too. Ugh. OK. Work. Four more days. Translator canceled for this morning’s meeting. Could be difficult.