Earlier in the week I was rehearsing my lines and revising them for when the group finally meets for the first time. When I talk, I go off on a tangent easily to get easy laughs and obscure the point, and in this instance the points are too important I dare not confuse, so I was arming myself with a bullet-point list.
* Original reason why I wanted the study group: "How to show woven cloth in the textile art context"
* Restriction of the mechanics of weaving
* My unwillingness to use most other "techniques" in the final piece/s
* The integrity/standard/cohesion of the group collectively vs my place in it
But your comments helped a great deal in reflecting on the issue from different perspectives and I thank you deeply, sincerely, wholeheartedly. You also subsided the first phase of my hysteria, thank you! I also helped myself by being back on the loom, though the loom refused to cooperate for too long.
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Colleen Plank of Wrapture has a nice little exhibition at Fibre Spectrum this month; some dye work, some felt work. I knew couldn't go to the opening so I went earlier in the afternoon and found her still giving it her final touches. I'd forgotten my camera, but I took some with hers, so when she sends me some, I can show you. After discussing favorites, she said to me in the nicest way, "You don't really dye, do you?" I love people who understand me: I'll dabble in anything if it gives me pleasure, but no, I won't do anything seriously if I didn't think it will enhance my weaving. But then, Colleen is an ex-weaver.
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See the first photo here? Then see this! Ta da...
Sampling I feel like a CSI suspect, weaving a stainless steel scarf to gently thrash someone's throat! She laughed her gentle, elegant laugh, (OK, it was an email, but that is what I heard,) and told me these yarns remember shapes. So I need to come up with a really bumpy plan, probably mixing this with spongy merino or similar. She's lending me her scarf so I can physically feel the finished fiber, and also gave me a wonderful idea of what to do with it afterwards.
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Yesterday's drawing sessions covered fast drawings with resist and then the use of wash. What I really wanted were truly black paper so I couldn't see my crayon or oil stick lines. We had between five and ten minutes for each drawing, but I had to do two in the time or else I would have fiddled too much and regretted later.
Schiele. My mind seems to enjoy drawing exaggerated body shapes, and my hands don't seem able draw fluid curvy lines.
For the first time I thought I'd like to do something with my drawing; not sell or show, but give it some consideration and based on the studies I've amassed, draw something which signposts my progress of the first three years.
And speaking of a painter I don't like, I finished a biography of van Gogh. What a peculiar, difficult, unlikable man! I still don't like his paintings, but I got another biography and two books of his portraits from the library. His antics are addictive but I'm amused/alarmed how much empathy I feel with his people-related mistakes.
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In July/August 1963, Mama and I sailed from San Francisco to Yokohama on a passenger ship named (The) Argentina. Mama was pregnant with my sister so the trip was hard on her, but I recall it as an another-worldly very-long holiday experience. Among other things, I learned about the International Dateline, and without understand exactly how it worked, I learned that if I played the cards rights, I could have a 48-hour birthday.
Early tomorrow morning, we set our clock back an hour to end daylight savings for the year. So not quite a 48-hour birthday, but I'm given an extra hour. Four to five decades too late, as nowadays I can't even come up with reflective/contemplative thoughts, but it still feels a tiny bit special.