how it feels
Measurement is everywhere. Statistics. Logarithms. Math matters. Until it doesn’t. When Rhonda came to help me sew my pieces together, she asked: “What is the distance between each piece that is sewn?” I handed her the piece of paper in the photo. No ruler. No number. It’s what FELT right to me. If you look […]
verdant green
See that early spring green that is very yellow? Do you see it as green or yellow? When I take my work to the photographer, he argues with me about that color – I call it green and he sees it is unquestionably as yellow. And then, to back himself up, he pulls out scientific […]
it’s that kind of day
It’s grey out. Quiet. No sun. In Seattle this would be the norm. When I lived there, I had the strangest sensation of time standing still – there were no seasons to mark time in the way that I understood: no hot- hot summers, cold-cold winters, and those really transformative falls and springs. In New […]
01/21/17
It’s one of those days: how can I not be distracted? My friends are sending photos of their plane ride into DC – it’s packed with women. All day texts keep me up with the events as they unfold. My daughter, Ariella, is in DC face-timing me from the Women’s March. Other texts come in […]
line/circle
Looking closely again, do you see all those loose threads? They are all over the place – disorderly. I have the straight lines, the softer lines of each fabric piece and then the edges, fraying and wildly their own idea. I love that. I used to do this kind of “dance” called authentic movement. The […]
linear/non-linear
Can you see the 2 straight threads holding up these pieces? I just returned from a long drive. Straight lines down a more or less straight highway. Eyes straight ahead. All lined up. A number of years ago when I was in art school, I had a friend from South Korea. Perhaps because she was […]
line line line
There was a period in my art exploration where I was intrigued by JUST the line: how it is the first thing that one is taught in school (or one of the first): “Get in line”. The concept of the line. And then there is actually using the hand to draw a line. Make a […]
meaning 2
Speaking of meaning, while I was sewing, I recalled a conversation from years ago: I was at the time in an intensive language training program just outside Brattleboro, VT. (If you have been to Vermont, you know that it is called the Green Mountain state for a reason – it is mostly mountains.) This young […]
the line
Sometimes I write something and then afterwards think of how the opposite is just as true. After deriding the flatness or one dimensionality of the prairie, I thought of how I could not LIVE there, but how the beauty of the simple line is inescapable. How gorgeous one line can be – it’s art at […]
meaning
In terms of process, I’m still midst composing the overall piece. And, while I’m doing so, I seem to find reason to take many of my long vertical strips that were hung top-to-bottom way and now need to reverse them so they hang the opposite way. This involves taking them apart – many little squares […]
