Here's to a day well lived.
First, I like the idea of being a mystic, an initiate into a cult of beauty and awe. You know, a little mysterium tremendum et fascinans to take the edge … Continue reading Making Faces and Altered Consciousness
I picked up a used book on dolls [1]. The black and white photos by fashion photographer Hermann Landshoff surprised me. They weren’t staged fantasies, yet they had a pictorialist, … Continue reading Photos, Dolls, Thoughts Unspoken
On my way to doing something else, I started pulling fabric out of my stash closet. I soon had a mess in search of a project. A few YouTube videos … Continue reading Sewing therapy
I didn’t actually plan to make a quilt this season, but that’s what happened. I admire quilters who choose a pattern and a color scheme, then buy fresh bright cottons … Continue reading Quilt: Layers of Time and Space
The November arctic blast means an early test of winter monastic mode. Textile project materials and supplies have migrated up from the ground floor studio and take over every surface. … Continue reading Project sprawl: a glorious mess
Every project begins with a thousand steps. –Susan Monday afternoon. The wind is blowing from the northeast, waves pounding our shoreline. Wet snow is beginning to stick to the unraked … Continue reading Dabbing paint on fabric
Meet Zula, newly awakened from the realm of old socks and sweaters. Kind of a variation on The Velveteen Rabbit: if you treasure your clothes, even as they begin to … Continue reading Zula: old adventures reborn
One more t-shirt for Jim. Another length of experimental linen. Zeroing in on soy wax as my go-to resist, djanting as my go-to applicator. For this round, I dipped my … Continue reading Indigo Batik, Round 3
[1] Jim hates sleeveless shirts because he thinks his arms are too skinny, but warm days and gym workouts demanded more than his single 1980s Cayman Islands souvenir shirt. And … Continue reading More indigo: t-shirts
I mentioned carving stamps as play, then I used a couple simple ones with soy wax as I prepared for indigo-day. By today, I had read enough book chapters and … Continue reading Decolourant: more play
After puzzling through a maze of dyes and resists, yesterday was the day to go indigo. I allowed myself the luxury of a “purification ritual” — cleaning up the outdoor … Continue reading Indigo daze
I want to live an enchanted art life. But real life (RL) interferes. Phone calls must be made. Bills, paid. Business emails, sent. Shit, arranged. I usually let these pile … Continue reading Permission to play
