Juxtaposition

I vowed I would do a piece about the juxtaposition of black and white.  Black represents edginess and the white, sweetness.  I guess they are the two sides of me.  I like a little punk and I like a little victorian - I guess that's what you'd "steampunk".  So I set out to try and translate the two onto fabric, lace, beads, wool, wool curls, etc.  It's the etc. that took the time.

I don't plan as I create.  I just took a few pieces I had wet felted before and kept on adding new pieces.

The piece above left is wet felted black wool and cheesecloth.  There are those delicious wool curls on top of black wet felted wool and organza.

Small felted pieces and bigger ones layered this way and that - changed and re-attached.  

I ordered a black chain, a 2" piece of silver chain and some shiny black spike beads.  I already had some black and white pearl brads (used for scrapbooking).  It was like a jigsaw puzzle.  When it all seemed to fit, I used my embroidery machine to hold some of the pieces together.  Others were too think and had to be basted with thread.  Then I used the finest yarns (given to me by a friend who was cleaning out her stash).  They are from Henry's in New York.  Most of the yarns I used are from France and England.  Beautiful mohairs, cottons, and silk.  Yummy.  

I ended up turning the piece upside down and I chose to keep it that way.  Hours of hand sewing later.

silk cocoons with locks coming out and lovely thick mohair yarn woven into lacy black fabric.

When I work so long on a piece, each area has a feeling.  When I draped the black chain it felt somewhat odd to attach it to a piece of soft wool-but that's it isn't it? Each exists because of the other.  The edgy and dark is only so because of the white and the white is only pure and soft in contrast to the black. You could also say that the black is safe and one can hide in it and the white is too stark and can cut like ice.  

So they live together, soon to be stitched for the last time onto a 24" x 30" gallery wrapped canvas.  

Being Seen at the Farm

To the farm I drove - to the sheep I viewed, to the artists I met, to the farmhouse I visited, to the cows I couldn't see, to the fresh air I smelled, to the old barns I peaked into, to the cookie I ate, to the dog I held, to the grasshoppers in the field I marveled at, to the 12 year old dairy cow who was oh so sick and once again to the sheep I talked to.

I have never even entertained the thought of "plein air" painting.  Up until this year, I had no idea what it meant - ahhhhh, outside in the air.  I went to the Kiparoo Farm in Middletown, Maryland. http://www.kiparoofarm.com/ farm yesterday.  I didn't take paint, just paper and colored pencils knowing I would be hanging out with animals.

There is something about walking the fields, smelling the crisp Fall air and the quiet, the quiet. I KNOW that this is where I am most peaceful.

A painter complete with umbrella at the top of a very long path.

As far as the eye can see-shadows of trees.

Where the grasshoppers moved the leaves.

 Walking up the hill (below the first picture above),  I passed dilapidated barns.  I peaked in because I'm nosey and I like "what came before".  Look at this old easel - don't think I wasn't prompted to offer to buy it (but I didn't).

Up to the sheep barn - I heard what I thought were voices - found out it was the radio on NPR - very informed ladies and young ones I'd say. The breed is Bluefaced Leicester- some are very dark brown with black faces and black legs and then the lighter ones with white legs.  They have wonderful long faces.

Nice view for them

Hello there - we exchanged looks for quite some time.  Notice the lady in the back taking a nice scratch.

I had to be careful here because they were wary - especially the girl lying down (very big eyes)  and ready to leave.

A group of what may be boys - not sure since they were not with the girls.

I took many impressions away with me - the one in the forefront of my mind is the exchange of "seeing" the sheep and having them "see" me.  That look of "I don't know you" on their part and the look of "I'd like to know you, be with you and would never hurt you" on my part.  If I stood quietly, I was accepted-as I talked to them, I let them know all was OK.

   

The sketch in and of itself is not fantastic - but for me it is my memory of that frank, quiet exchange.  The story behind my paintings and those of other artists is always there - and we endeavor to convey that to the viewer.  Maybe what touches us touches you-it may be a different feeling but it touches you. So here are my three ewes studying me and I was studying them - THANK YOU LADIES FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND LOVELINESS.

Tea, Felt and Froth-The Process

This long, cold winter I found myself once again drawn to felting and drinking many cups of tea.   Aha, what about doing something interesting with these "two of my favorite things?"  I had a good amount of off white roving (wool) and decided to dip my hands in warm water and soap and fashion pieces of felt.

wool locks,  ivory wool, plus a bag of silk fibers

I do believe that artists are scientists and I love to "experiment" with different elements.  I love chai tea lattes, the froth and creamy, smooth color.  Ahhh!  So, why not see how loose tea when captured in wool would look and smell.  Time to get out the tools.

I did a bit of brewing  and used the tea instead of warm water.  I also decided to just throw loose tea onto the second to the last layer of wool (roving).  I then added a thin layer of roving over it to catch the tea.  Agitating it with my  hands, adding soap, beating it up - oh the smell was wonderful - I created my own froth.  

I made many pieces of all different sizes - just letting the wool make its own shape.  The photo below shows where I created a pocket and felted in a whole tea bag.  I also added white wool locks.  At times I added strings from the bags and the tags plus small fabric doilies.  Notice the curly wool locks below.

doilies.

Here are the pieces placed but not felted.  It took several times to make the final arrangement.  Notice the little pocket in the middle - I decided not to include it in this piece.

all together now

So now what to do with it.  I was off to the craft store to buy a canvas. I finally decided on one that was big enough and left some breathing room.  I painted it in the same mocha colors as the felt.  So now how to get it on the canvas?  NEEDLE AND THREAD!  It took many hours to stitch the felt onto the canvas (the back is quite lovely)!

"TEA, FELT AND FROTH""

36" x 48" on gallery wrapped canvas

By the way - it smells delicious!

Quandries and Certainties

It's been since May that I posted here.

My artwork has meandered through felt, paint, fabric, beads and during the summer - trying to find what medium I could settle on - very unsettling.  Maybe it was creative block - or too much creativity.

Here I am in late January and what have I settled on?  Well, I don't believe I'll ever be "settled" - emotionally or physically.  I have Fibromyalgia and Myofascial Pain Syndrome plus a bum hip.  Having these conditions - which fluctuate in their manifestations - to a large degree influence my "states".  Restlessness and pain have a way of interrupting my flow.

But with this restlessness comes a yearning for relief and ease which leads to "search" and "experimentation".  Art is a never ending juxtaposition of quandries and certainties.  

Here, here is where I currently am:

Felt and tea bags and tea on canvas

recycled pieces of fabric stitched, felted and embellished with beads

"Lydia" acrylic, fabric on canvas - here she is almost finished.

"Lydia"