2010/05/18
Emotional Color Wheel
This sounds so "The Artist's Way", but I still love it. Has anyone seen the latest New York Times Magazine illustration/commentary by Andrew Kuo, a graduate of RISD? I found it from here. Unfortunately, the text in the enlarged version is still too tiny for me to read, but it sounds wonderful.
2010/05/17
Pics
Stuff from last week. Not very interesting, but because I love pictures on your blogs, I like to reciprocate.
Carded, spun and washed. They still look overly-twisted, but for now, I'm not interested in learning/improving, I'm just interesting in turning this into a crazy tea cozy.
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My Shirts 4: I liked Kaz 4 so much I tried to recreate it for myself. I hadn't realized I pinched a part of the shirt until I was taking the stitches out. Ben's calling that dot "Tasmania". This turned out to be a very bad quality shirt, so it'll never have the proper T-shirt shape, but I'm happy to wear this to bed.
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Shirt 5 was one of my favorite shirts, with a Cecily cartoon on, but as usual, I had a few stains in the front and wanted to hide it. I didn't want to obliterate Cecily, so I bunched a few areas with rubber bands to create the very 60's tied-dyed look. Instant shibori.
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My poor, poor Shirt 2 was dedyed with dedying agent, and then left in the same dye path the above two shirts. Now the curvy wedges are blue, showing less contrast with the rest, while the brown "engine grease" is still very evident. It's had five dye baths so far, but I think it's going to go into one last one, probably red.
Carded, spun and washed. They still look overly-twisted, but for now, I'm not interested in learning/improving, I'm just interesting in turning this into a crazy tea cozy.
My Shirts 4: I liked Kaz 4 so much I tried to recreate it for myself. I hadn't realized I pinched a part of the shirt until I was taking the stitches out. Ben's calling that dot "Tasmania". This turned out to be a very bad quality shirt, so it'll never have the proper T-shirt shape, but I'm happy to wear this to bed. 
Shirt 5 was one of my favorite shirts, with a Cecily cartoon on, but as usual, I had a few stains in the front and wanted to hide it. I didn't want to obliterate Cecily, so I bunched a few areas with rubber bands to create the very 60's tied-dyed look. Instant shibori. 
My poor, poor Shirt 2 was dedyed with dedying agent, and then left in the same dye path the above two shirts. Now the curvy wedges are blue, showing less contrast with the rest, while the brown "engine grease" is still very evident. It's had five dye baths so far, but I think it's going to go into one last one, probably red.
2010/05/16
Napier, Balance and Hanging with Clare Plug - LONG
The conference in Napier was great. There were a lot of designers, many of them furniture makers, I understand, and art teachers and students. Many spoke specifically about how they design, and spoke to the central theme of the conference, how to transition from a solo studio artist or member in a collective, to a cottage industry or an industrial designer.
I had this quasi-Synesthesia thing happening, too, where I'd be listening to the talks and looking at slides and suddenly see designs or fabrics to do with work and had to make notes. So my notes are littered with rather specific work ideas.
Many of the presenters mentioned they had their first or main break at previous conferences/symposia. I know I should go to the social parts of these gatherings, but I don't. Hawkes Bay Museum and Art Gallery, I understand, do wonderful do's the night before, with good Hawkes Bay wines, gorgeous nibbles and live piano in the art gallery, delegates mengling amongst the exhibition. These, however, remind me too much of my standing near the door with warm beer in hand trying to look busy or bored at a frat party in college and are too painful and embarrassing. I don't even like the tea and lunch breaks. So again, I didn't go, only to find out again that there was quite a bit of networking that took place.
Among other things, I was impressed with the number of New Zealand artists and small industries operating in environmentally friendly/sustainable ways, and/or keeping an eye on how to improve their operation. That evening, the first programmed that popped up on the telly was a documentary on Methyl-Bromide on textiles from India and China; this very chemical has been in the news a lot because they spray it on logs at the port of Nelson, and I began to think about getting hold of "kinder" cottons and dyes, and perhaps going back to using more wool in my practice. The enormous price tags and the long-distance shipping is usually what stops me, but perhaps I can start looking for more sources, or discuss alternatives with my existing yarn sources.
Many of the presenters taught/teach in art school, and there were lots of messages to the art students in the audience. I felt a bit sad as I was reminded once again, I'm in the very minority of having stumbled upon weaving late in my life, and not having gone to art school. I felt like an intruder, an impostor, and not the real deal. The next day Robbie Grieg, furniture designer for CandyWhistle among other things, took me aside and told me the flip side is I'm not encumbered by the art school experience, and to keep making things I like to make.
The most memorable visuals were Robbie's Milan experience and how things go wrong, Robert Foster's Fink designs and how he studies each material and then created/modified the designs. It also hit me that nowadays, when people say "textiles", often they mean what's on it, as in surface design, or how they're used, like stamped and made into cushion covers, and seldom about the cloth itself. Again, that made me feel an outsider.
Having said all that, after a day of being immersed among creative minds and their desire to make beautiful, (and this lot wanted to make utilitarian) things, I came out freed and energized.
I felt overflowing with strong desires to concentrate on the making, and making well, and though I love to share, I don't always owe anyone any explanation about what or how I do. And that I don't have to filter my making though words and concepts if I don't want to.
Because I continued to have a hip/leg pain, I walked around a lot, and discovered a many more design shops, cafes, independently-owned shops, and a Turkish takeaway place. I picked up dinner at the Turkish place Saturday night to discover two of the chaps who worked in a Turkish place in Nelson for years had moved up there. One of them was amazed I recognized him right away, so I updated him on the Nelson shop, the owners, and their new restaurant. This is so... New Zealand, shall I say.
Saturday and Sunday, I was lucky I got to hang around Clare Plug. And not only did we sit next to each other and talked about the presentation, but she took me to a kitchen store where I finally found a respectable whisk, (ergo my thank you with a whisk-themed tea towel); a giant garage sale where I got another, wonderful, idea about work; and a Mediterranean food store. And she gave me a bag full of feijoa picked Sunday morning, which unfortunately I can't show you because they are gone.
Clare understands my penchant for a simple, sometimes even austere, aesthetics, and I don't have to explain why I had to cut out colors so I can concentrate on structure and texture. And yet her understanding of design is sophisticated and she can explain to me the process of bringing an idea into reality, and she appreciates others' processes. She particularly liked Robert Foster's presentation.
We also talked about how Nelson and Napier are similar in many ways, but to me, somehow Napier appears a tad more vibrant than Nelson, with a tad more money for arts, for example. I'm aware sometimes I sound very negative about this paradise we live in, but I think it's because I believe Nelson can be so much more. We also talked about living in big cities vs. large towns, and we agreed that as lovely as the abundance of artistic stimulation in cities like Wellington and Auckland could be, we might be too busy being stimulated and don't have enough time making art. And we concluded we both live where we are meant to be living, and being allowed occasional jaunts to these fabulous gatherings.
By the way, her "Look South" exhibition will be held at the Canterbury Museum, Christchurch, July 2 – September 26, 2010. For now there appears to be no official opening planned, but if I find out anything, I'll let you know.
So it was that I was coming home with more impressions than knowledge, and reconsidering the benefits of going to conference social. On my Wellington to Nelson flight, the very end of my journey, I sat next to a man whose picture I've seen. He turned out to be Dr Richard Nunns, something of a godly figure in New Zealand, preserving and promoting indigenous Maori musical instruments. Because I do better one-on-one, I began to talking to him. I didn't know he lived in Nelson, but I know his artistic other half, Brian Flintoff, who carves many of Dr Nunns' instruments. It was a most wonderful 25 minutes, learning about his travels, about how he stumbled upon his calling, and that one of the most famous shakuhachi players is one Mr Mitsuhashi in Yokohama, my maiden name and my home town, but alas, no relation.
So it turned out to be a another fabulous weekend in Napier. But then trips to Napier always turns out that way.
I had this quasi-Synesthesia thing happening, too, where I'd be listening to the talks and looking at slides and suddenly see designs or fabrics to do with work and had to make notes. So my notes are littered with rather specific work ideas.
Many of the presenters mentioned they had their first or main break at previous conferences/symposia. I know I should go to the social parts of these gatherings, but I don't. Hawkes Bay Museum and Art Gallery, I understand, do wonderful do's the night before, with good Hawkes Bay wines, gorgeous nibbles and live piano in the art gallery, delegates mengling amongst the exhibition. These, however, remind me too much of my standing near the door with warm beer in hand trying to look busy or bored at a frat party in college and are too painful and embarrassing. I don't even like the tea and lunch breaks. So again, I didn't go, only to find out again that there was quite a bit of networking that took place.
Among other things, I was impressed with the number of New Zealand artists and small industries operating in environmentally friendly/sustainable ways, and/or keeping an eye on how to improve their operation. That evening, the first programmed that popped up on the telly was a documentary on Methyl-Bromide on textiles from India and China; this very chemical has been in the news a lot because they spray it on logs at the port of Nelson, and I began to think about getting hold of "kinder" cottons and dyes, and perhaps going back to using more wool in my practice. The enormous price tags and the long-distance shipping is usually what stops me, but perhaps I can start looking for more sources, or discuss alternatives with my existing yarn sources.
Many of the presenters taught/teach in art school, and there were lots of messages to the art students in the audience. I felt a bit sad as I was reminded once again, I'm in the very minority of having stumbled upon weaving late in my life, and not having gone to art school. I felt like an intruder, an impostor, and not the real deal. The next day Robbie Grieg, furniture designer for CandyWhistle among other things, took me aside and told me the flip side is I'm not encumbered by the art school experience, and to keep making things I like to make.
The most memorable visuals were Robbie's Milan experience and how things go wrong, Robert Foster's Fink designs and how he studies each material and then created/modified the designs. It also hit me that nowadays, when people say "textiles", often they mean what's on it, as in surface design, or how they're used, like stamped and made into cushion covers, and seldom about the cloth itself. Again, that made me feel an outsider.
Having said all that, after a day of being immersed among creative minds and their desire to make beautiful, (and this lot wanted to make utilitarian) things, I came out freed and energized.
I felt overflowing with strong desires to concentrate on the making, and making well, and though I love to share, I don't always owe anyone any explanation about what or how I do. And that I don't have to filter my making though words and concepts if I don't want to.
Because I continued to have a hip/leg pain, I walked around a lot, and discovered a many more design shops, cafes, independently-owned shops, and a Turkish takeaway place. I picked up dinner at the Turkish place Saturday night to discover two of the chaps who worked in a Turkish place in Nelson for years had moved up there. One of them was amazed I recognized him right away, so I updated him on the Nelson shop, the owners, and their new restaurant. This is so... New Zealand, shall I say.
Saturday and Sunday, I was lucky I got to hang around Clare Plug. And not only did we sit next to each other and talked about the presentation, but she took me to a kitchen store where I finally found a respectable whisk, (ergo my thank you with a whisk-themed tea towel); a giant garage sale where I got another, wonderful, idea about work; and a Mediterranean food store. And she gave me a bag full of feijoa picked Sunday morning, which unfortunately I can't show you because they are gone.
Clare understands my penchant for a simple, sometimes even austere, aesthetics, and I don't have to explain why I had to cut out colors so I can concentrate on structure and texture. And yet her understanding of design is sophisticated and she can explain to me the process of bringing an idea into reality, and she appreciates others' processes. She particularly liked Robert Foster's presentation.
We also talked about how Nelson and Napier are similar in many ways, but to me, somehow Napier appears a tad more vibrant than Nelson, with a tad more money for arts, for example. I'm aware sometimes I sound very negative about this paradise we live in, but I think it's because I believe Nelson can be so much more. We also talked about living in big cities vs. large towns, and we agreed that as lovely as the abundance of artistic stimulation in cities like Wellington and Auckland could be, we might be too busy being stimulated and don't have enough time making art. And we concluded we both live where we are meant to be living, and being allowed occasional jaunts to these fabulous gatherings.
By the way, her "Look South" exhibition will be held at the Canterbury Museum, Christchurch, July 2 – September 26, 2010. For now there appears to be no official opening planned, but if I find out anything, I'll let you know.
So it was that I was coming home with more impressions than knowledge, and reconsidering the benefits of going to conference social. On my Wellington to Nelson flight, the very end of my journey, I sat next to a man whose picture I've seen. He turned out to be Dr Richard Nunns, something of a godly figure in New Zealand, preserving and promoting indigenous Maori musical instruments. Because I do better one-on-one, I began to talking to him. I didn't know he lived in Nelson, but I know his artistic other half, Brian Flintoff, who carves many of Dr Nunns' instruments. It was a most wonderful 25 minutes, learning about his travels, about how he stumbled upon his calling, and that one of the most famous shakuhachi players is one Mr Mitsuhashi in Yokohama, my maiden name and my home town, but alas, no relation.
So it turned out to be a another fabulous weekend in Napier. But then trips to Napier always turns out that way.
The Week that Was
Monday I wove. Resolved not to think too much but to weave/make much, much more. I have no right to bit/moan/rant about making if I don't do the making.
Tuesday I went to the dentist, then to the Suter to look at old-male-angst drawings - so not for me, but I know the genre is popular. They were like huge pages from an art student's sketchbook. The drawing techniques were good, but the subject so not for me. Resolved not to go on about my old-female-angst too much. Made warp chains. Bought a locally printed tea towel with whisks on it and sent it to Clare. (Will explain on the Napier post.) I hope she cracks up when she opens the package.
Wednesday, made more warp chains. I've tons of immediate future projects in mind, but cannot weave much due to continuing hit/leg pain, which bothers me when I'm sitting in any chair/bench for long. However, I'm fine walking and standing up, so have managed to get almost a silly amount of housework done. Also carded and spun. Also colored in my doodles in my sketchbook. Resolved not to worry if I can't explain my process or thoughts in words, including posting about the Napier conference. Resolved not to worry if I crash and burn in the future because I am usually not this energetic.
Thursday, crashed and burned. Slept in, and then carded and spun some more. Then, went to Norman McLaren films with Rosie. Resolved not to card/spin in too concentrated a manner - sinuses shot. Resolved also to give some thoughts to green weaving and green textiles.
Friday, drawing resumed; it's the start of my third year and this term we're working on small drawings, A4 (roughly Letter). I go to drawing lessons to try to broaden my horizons and look at the big picture and draw outside the square and free myself. I feel I'm in a straight jacket. Plus, I can't do contour drawings. So I cheated. I want my money back.
Resolved to have no resolve, no goals, just doing what I think I like or am good at, a total change in my outlook. Which worked swimmingly. New members may think I am the odd/exotic one in the class; now old-friends just coax me on, and I love that aspect. I love my friends.
Spoke to Annabelle about "Woman who Run With Wolves"; she said skip parts I don't like and read only the parts I understand. I didn't like Annabelle when I started drawing; she overanalyzed/intellectualized everything loudly, and got in my way of trying to change my ways. She annoyed me for acting the way I might have at one time. She's stopped talking about a year ago, and, I hope, started enjoying drawing.
Checked out three children's clothes shops hunting for inexpensive T shirts to no avail, but did come home with a few dye practice material. Bought organic laundry soup - more on this later.
Wandered around the new, giant antique shop in the torrential rain. The place looks so expensive I hesitated to go in, but it turned out to be a fun emporium of everything. Also went to the Polytech library to check out two dye books and came out with seven.
Came home to a phone message from Dr Richard Nunns. (Will explain in the Napier post.) So the universe is smiling. We had fish and chips and a bottle of champagne for dinner.
Saturday, slept in and read "Women who Run with Wolves". With Annabelle's permission to skip pages I didn't like, I was able to pick up where I left off. I haven't skipped any pages, but stopped worrying about not understanding some parts. I keep thinking about how WWII really cut my parents off from "where they came from", and how I feel I'm from nowhere and everywhere at once. Perhaps this is a subject for a future post.
Washed my give skeins of handspun rather gingerly and enjoyed immensely whirling it; even that had to be "learned" and practiced. Dyed two more of my T shirts; three to be exact, but more of this later when the weather is better and I can take some photos.
Wondered why I enjoy spinning and dyeing in a very different way from weaving; wondered if I would ruin that enjoyment if I got more serious about dyeing. Resolved to continue investigating shibori dyeing, but I think my focus in the first instance is to make the woven cloth look good.
Amused by how lovingly I hold my handspun yarns and dyed T shirts, compared to how I inspect my woven cloths, but not worried about psychoanalyzing this right now.
Also deactivated my Twitter account. I felt an urgent need to simplify my electronic life.
Sunday, slept in again, and read "Women who Run with Wolves" a little bit. Ironed my dyed T shirts and caressed my still-damp hand-spun yarns.
Couldn't remember much about last week, and had to write this down. Amazed myself at how much I did get done in a week, disappointed at the things I haven't done staring and waiting for me to get going.
Resolving to work on P2P and tea cosy this week.
Sometimes thinking in words is so tiring.
Tuesday I went to the dentist, then to the Suter to look at old-male-angst drawings - so not for me, but I know the genre is popular. They were like huge pages from an art student's sketchbook. The drawing techniques were good, but the subject so not for me. Resolved not to go on about my old-female-angst too much. Made warp chains. Bought a locally printed tea towel with whisks on it and sent it to Clare. (Will explain on the Napier post.) I hope she cracks up when she opens the package.
Wednesday, made more warp chains. I've tons of immediate future projects in mind, but cannot weave much due to continuing hit/leg pain, which bothers me when I'm sitting in any chair/bench for long. However, I'm fine walking and standing up, so have managed to get almost a silly amount of housework done. Also carded and spun. Also colored in my doodles in my sketchbook. Resolved not to worry if I can't explain my process or thoughts in words, including posting about the Napier conference. Resolved not to worry if I crash and burn in the future because I am usually not this energetic.
Thursday, crashed and burned. Slept in, and then carded and spun some more. Then, went to Norman McLaren films with Rosie. Resolved not to card/spin in too concentrated a manner - sinuses shot. Resolved also to give some thoughts to green weaving and green textiles.
Friday, drawing resumed; it's the start of my third year and this term we're working on small drawings, A4 (roughly Letter). I go to drawing lessons to try to broaden my horizons and look at the big picture and draw outside the square and free myself. I feel I'm in a straight jacket. Plus, I can't do contour drawings. So I cheated. I want my money back.
Resolved to have no resolve, no goals, just doing what I think I like or am good at, a total change in my outlook. Which worked swimmingly. New members may think I am the odd/exotic one in the class; now old-friends just coax me on, and I love that aspect. I love my friends.
Spoke to Annabelle about "Woman who Run With Wolves"; she said skip parts I don't like and read only the parts I understand. I didn't like Annabelle when I started drawing; she overanalyzed/intellectualized everything loudly, and got in my way of trying to change my ways. She annoyed me for acting the way I might have at one time. She's stopped talking about a year ago, and, I hope, started enjoying drawing.
Checked out three children's clothes shops hunting for inexpensive T shirts to no avail, but did come home with a few dye practice material. Bought organic laundry soup - more on this later.
Wandered around the new, giant antique shop in the torrential rain. The place looks so expensive I hesitated to go in, but it turned out to be a fun emporium of everything. Also went to the Polytech library to check out two dye books and came out with seven.
Came home to a phone message from Dr Richard Nunns. (Will explain in the Napier post.) So the universe is smiling. We had fish and chips and a bottle of champagne for dinner.
Saturday, slept in and read "Women who Run with Wolves". With Annabelle's permission to skip pages I didn't like, I was able to pick up where I left off. I haven't skipped any pages, but stopped worrying about not understanding some parts. I keep thinking about how WWII really cut my parents off from "where they came from", and how I feel I'm from nowhere and everywhere at once. Perhaps this is a subject for a future post.
Washed my give skeins of handspun rather gingerly and enjoyed immensely whirling it; even that had to be "learned" and practiced. Dyed two more of my T shirts; three to be exact, but more of this later when the weather is better and I can take some photos.
Wondered why I enjoy spinning and dyeing in a very different way from weaving; wondered if I would ruin that enjoyment if I got more serious about dyeing. Resolved to continue investigating shibori dyeing, but I think my focus in the first instance is to make the woven cloth look good.
Amused by how lovingly I hold my handspun yarns and dyed T shirts, compared to how I inspect my woven cloths, but not worried about psychoanalyzing this right now.
Also deactivated my Twitter account. I felt an urgent need to simplify my electronic life.
Sunday, slept in again, and read "Women who Run with Wolves" a little bit. Ironed my dyed T shirts and caressed my still-damp hand-spun yarns.
Couldn't remember much about last week, and had to write this down. Amazed myself at how much I did get done in a week, disappointed at the things I haven't done staring and waiting for me to get going.
Resolving to work on P2P and tea cosy this week.
Sometimes thinking in words is so tiring.
2010/05/13
Norman McLaren
I went to see a few Norman McLaren short films with Rosie last night. Some were old, hand-painted works about a minute long, some silent, later ones more political. Rosie said a week ago's showing had more art-based films. She mentioned the vertical and horizontal stripes, teh Chairy Story, and B/W ballet films. Norman McLaren on YouTube.
This was one of the best from last night.
This was one of the best from last night.
Strung Highly Enough?
The color on my screen looks a little duller and browner than in real life. I have six colors in the mix, some parts purply, some parts limy, but mostly yellow and orangy, and the overall look is more vibrant. I've never spun a lot, but every time I do, I'm mesmerized by how colors mix into one strand of yarn that I don't pay attention to things beginner spinners are supposed to be looking at. This looked so nice on the bobbin and the niddy noddy, but whoa!We'll see how the "settling" goes, if I can knit or crochet with it at all, but I think this would make a nice necklace.
What I Wrote to Dorothy
"Yesterday was a little crazy.
"I made three small warps, I carded and spun one skein, I vacuumed the whole house and moved perhaps 1/6 cord of firewood into the garage and swept the driveway, and made a beef stew full of veggies. And I played in my sketchbook; actually I colored in several pages I had doodled previously. And played some computer games.
"This morning, I don’t feel rushed, but I might card and spin some more, or I might weave. I’m glad yesterday was a little crazy – I must have been shedding my post-conference quizziness. While I liked being able to do one thing after another, I knew it wouldn’t last and I’d have crashed and burned hard if it kept on going. I was ready for it, but wasn’t exactly looking forward to the lows. Instead, today I’m relaxed and feeling peaceful."
So, morning cup of tea and oatmeal, checking the skeins I left in the steamy bathroom last night, and then, carding, I think.
I find carding terribly difficult, and I can't do it straight - either the carder is too big/long for my arms, or I have pitiful upper arm strength. And I think I put too much on the card. And I can't get everything off the first card. Anyway, she was my teacher yesterday:
My fluff sure doesn't come off like that!
"I made three small warps, I carded and spun one skein, I vacuumed the whole house and moved perhaps 1/6 cord of firewood into the garage and swept the driveway, and made a beef stew full of veggies. And I played in my sketchbook; actually I colored in several pages I had doodled previously. And played some computer games.
"This morning, I don’t feel rushed, but I might card and spin some more, or I might weave. I’m glad yesterday was a little crazy – I must have been shedding my post-conference quizziness. While I liked being able to do one thing after another, I knew it wouldn’t last and I’d have crashed and burned hard if it kept on going. I was ready for it, but wasn’t exactly looking forward to the lows. Instead, today I’m relaxed and feeling peaceful."
So, morning cup of tea and oatmeal, checking the skeins I left in the steamy bathroom last night, and then, carding, I think.
I find carding terribly difficult, and I can't do it straight - either the carder is too big/long for my arms, or I have pitiful upper arm strength. And I think I put too much on the card. And I can't get everything off the first card. Anyway, she was my teacher yesterday:
My fluff sure doesn't come off like that!
2010/05/11
"Effective"
I went to the Suter to give my Kaz 4 baby shirt to my favorite Nelson microperson's mum, but she was away. (Kaz 3 was deposited in a charity bin.) I showed the shirt to Andrea, the museum shop manager, and her response was, "So effective!". So I've been making white merino warps to practice shibori some more.
I would really like to try the pole-wrapping method, as I love the leaf-like patterns created there, but this stitching is also good.
I would really like to try the pole-wrapping method, as I love the leaf-like patterns created there, but this stitching is also good.
Napier Pics
I'm only halfway through my Japan pics, (I came home on Valentine's Day!) and haven't even looked at my Wellington pics, (March??) but here goes Napier; such a picturesque place.
Group design challenge; I didn't participate, but I went to have a look. Clare Plug told me this used to be their weavers' group space, but they've moved elsewhere. Now it's a furniture makers' space.
Design student tool kit. I nearly asked him to remove the wallet, but he was engrossed in his group task.
Chair upholster somewhere. I do love old-looking cloths.
Ujazi, one of my two most favorite cafes in New Zealand outside Nelson. Their food can be a tad salty, but superb service, and nourishing food.
Clare's husband Arie left this on the dashboard on the passenger side. It must be a message!
Group design challenge; I didn't participate, but I went to have a look. Clare Plug told me this used to be their weavers' group space, but they've moved elsewhere. Now it's a furniture makers' space. 
Design student tool kit. I nearly asked him to remove the wallet, but he was engrossed in his group task. 
Chair upholster somewhere. I do love old-looking cloths.
Ujazi, one of my two most favorite cafes in New Zealand outside Nelson. Their food can be a tad salty, but superb service, and nourishing food. 
Clare's husband Arie left this on the dashboard on the passenger side. It must be a message!
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