Saturdays are not structured much. There was a movement to go to the dump and pick up interesting things that might spark art works – but I am forbidden to take things away from the dump because I live in a small house with other people in it. And my own stuff is insufficiently curated, so I should not be picking up what other people have determined they can live without. So instead I sat in my studio space and did…. nothing much. I really did recharge everything; phone, netbook, camera, ereader. I tried to call home, but it was hard to hear and be heard, so it didn't go on for long.
Shortly before I left for Haystack I had a dream that I made white velvet jackets for beach stones, but then I had to put them back on the beach before I left. So I collected a handful of interesting beach stones (there aren't so many lovely smooth ones, which are the ones I was thinking of, so I've settled for ones wiht character and large crystals). That is the story behind the existing white velvet jackets on rocks. There has been some consternation that there are no sleeves on these jackets. I have pointed out that rocks do not, in fact, have arms, thus negating any reason for sleeves, but the sentiment persists that I should have sleeves. So last night I built a rock jacket with sleeves.
Ifind this very disturbing, and I am not at all sure about it, but it has provoked a good deal of amusement.
Today is hot, so I am thinking I might make a linen jacket for the next rock. Sleeveless.
There is nearly no internet, and no email, and sometimes one bar of cell service but generally none. I've snuck up here to post some pictures, which you should check out on Flickr – there's no way they'll post here!
But! Today's circle was a perfect Haystack moment. I was working on my circle for today, having completed a couple of other pieces and made a velvet jacket for a beach stone (long story, I'll tell it when I come home) and just as I was thinking about how to finish the circle to hold all the tiny pieces of chopped up thread I had added, someone from the Print Studio offered to show us some beeeswax encaustic, and then I encausticed the circle, and it is beautiful and smells wonderful.
you can only imagine!
Bucketing rain last night, and into this morning. What I did not realize, when I signed up for a room with no bathroom, was that I'd have to walk for it, in the middle of the night; outside, up two flights of stairs, in the dark, and last night in the rain. And yet, this is a pretty fabulous place.
We were inside this morning, trying to draw our faces on mirrors. It turns out, if you look into a mirror, you can take a pen and trace your own features on the surface of the mirror. It also turns out that it is substantially easier if you shut one eye. Even then there are odd places where you swayed and failed to replace yourself perfectly. But the end results are interesting. I made one drawing using transfer pen, so I could iron the image onto fabric, and then stitch it. That was fun.
The same idea can be used to look out a window and draw, on the window, the scene you see. That was the basis for the circle today. It was an image I drew onto the studio window using water soluble crayons. I pulled the print onto wetted fabric, and stitched it onto the circle.
a circle about the things we built on the wall (click through to see the assemblage pictures on Flickr) Bandwidth is very narrow, so I won't say much.
most of those in a good way – I'll learn more today
I wish I could travel as the crow flies today! I'm headed waaay down Maine (downwind during the summer's prevailing winds) and from Bath to Deer Isle is a long winding way. I'll be in Deer Isle tonight, at Haystack.
I have no idea what connections are like that far north, so posting may be spotty. Be assured I will return with pictures and tales –
A bluejay for you in the middle of the last whirlwind of packing. I'll leave tomorrow around lunchtime, stay with friends for the night, and hammer up the coast on Sunday.
It is still hot, but with Alice off to NYC to fold paper, Aerin and I have let the air-conditioner rest, and made do with fans. Aerin would like to be a tropical girl. Alice and I are both polar people. Air conditioning makes us polar people happier, but Aerin sits on the end of the couch under a pile of blankets with her lips turning blue. So. Warmth today. Also a couple thunderstorms, just to shake things up.
Cstbirds are loud, and vulgar, and not brightly colored, and I love them anyhow. It might have something to do with reading a great deal of Thurber in my youth, including the short story The Catbird Seat. Or not.
That is a bug in her beak. It is not a mistake.
Yesterday was flipping hot. So was today. The living room is cool. Our bedroom is cool. My workroom is a sauna. So I go in, and work for ten or fifteen minutes, and then retreat somewhere to let the sweat dry.
Barn swallows fly low across the tops of the grass in the fields, and swoop back and forth in front of your horse when you ride out. There is something thrilling about their speed and dedication, and something else hypnotic about their patterns. The horses are spooked the first couple times in the field, and then they get used to it.
Crow feathers always feel like a message. Actually, most feathers feel like a message, generally telling me I should look up more often. That is one of the things I learned from my mother – look up. You'll see amazing things. In town, you'll see architectural details, and interesting things on fire ascapes. You will almost always see interesting clouds. At night you can find friends in the constellations. And as Alice has found, you can see a lot of different birds. She has a knack for spotting the really big ones: eagles, hawks and herons.
I also finished this piece today –
I can't remember where or when this particular feather arrived, so I'm reduced to titling the piece Mystery Feather. It might as easily be a chicken's feather as a red tail's – and I'd hate to guess wrong! This one will be mounted and framed and taken up to the gallery at the end of the week.
Alice's last day of school was today. They had a field day in the afternoon, so I went and retrieved her early. The woman behind the desk raised her eyebrows over skipping Field Day. I told her Alice would rather eat nails than have forced academic fun, and after a little thought she agreed with me. I haven't been so startled since Aerin first started middle school – I thought she was completely humorless.
The best thing about school vacation for me is not setting my alarm. Not having to wake up sleepy, grumpy children is also very nice.