Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Monday, December 22, 2014

Breastplates, Templates: Weaving On and OffLoom (On and off roading for textiles)








































To date, I've devoted this blog to my embroidery projects, giving an inside view to my thought and physical art making processes. I may not have mentioned that I'm also a weaver?

Lately, I'm experimenting with using furniture in my house to create makeshift looms, varying tension of the warp (vertical) yarns to create mixed textures, feels and effects across a fabric. This "breast plate," pictured above, is irregularly shaped, like an animal skin.

Our clothes are a second skin. They are part of how we share and shape our identities. In this selfie (selfish), digital age, in which we obsessively pose and posture who and how we are publicly, incorporating second skins into my selfie creations seems a propos. For me, textiles have an inherent narrative and are a language. My goal as an artist is to use them to shape and share stories I infer, overhear and imagine. While I most often use embroidery, I am finding weaving an important additional tool. I am weaving, in part, to create clothing and environments for my almost life-sized, selfie-in-progress.

I'm excited to continue my circular weaving/apartment-as-loom experiments. They let me know that I could make fabric anywhere in any environment.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

I used to

use this forum to pour out concerns I wasn't sharing IRL ("in real life") contexts. Now Twitter is more of my home.

Is blogging obsolete? Have Twitter and Instagram replaced longer-form writing? (what) Do we read? How long is the average #AttentionSpan? Is #reading #obsolete? What does that mean for poetry and journalism? Are talk show hosts better received than news anchors?

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Fly on back home

"Fly on back home to me, my love."
Watercolor on cut fabric (the birds);
with embroidery on upholstery weight fabric (the text)

Monday, March 5, 2012

Rivers, Floods, Home

"I contain ponds, rivers, floods. Swim in these waters with me and I will be home."

Sunday, February 7, 2010

An empty house

"Our love was an empty 
house I tried to furnish.
I got
two of every-   but you
            thing,
never moved in."

Or, 

Our love was an empty house I tried to furnish. I got two of everything, but you never moved in.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Your Place

"I carry you with me everywhere.
You will always have a place inside me."

Be My Home

"I've scoured the City for someone who feels like home.

Now, you're standing right in front me of, yet you're out of reach. 

Darling, come down from the heights of my imagination and be my home."

Some day, my relationship-related wishes will be more than conjecture and fantasy, and I will have a reasonable semblance of the love I've always dreamed of. The question remains as to whether this will be with someone I already know, or someone I've yet to meet. I can't wait to find out!


Thursday, December 10, 2009

Standing right in front of me, yet out of reach

This piece in progress is of a "disappearing" man. 

It will say something like the following:
"I have scoured the city for someone who feels like home. Now, you're standing right in front of me, yet still out of reach."

The love and partnership I want still eludes me...My primary relationship is with my art, and all it encompasses -- teaching, constant stitching, updating my blog, scribbling ideas on the back of receipts, text messaging myself when inspiration strikes...

Let love come to me.