Sunday morning it was bright and clear and blowing like snit from the north-west. I know this because I heard it all night at my mother's house, sleeping in the other bedroom. Her dog tried to tell me something in the middle of the night, but since we agreed it wasn't about my mom's health, we both went back to sleep again.
You can just barely make out the swirly wind shapes I was drawing on the image. I printed it onto a cheap vellum paper, and stitched it into the book. This is the end of Book 2.
For Book 3 I was thinking about February, and Valentines and pink, and then I wondered what the opposite of pink might be. If you have suggestions, leave them in the comments! The first page looks like this:
I printed this image onto printer-ready canvas – I think a coating is what makes it printer ready – and then stitched in the spruce tree behind the big sycamore. I realized a while ago that my threads for evergreens in winter are not the right set of colors, I needed more that were grayer, and less green and even dustier. This was a test of one of the new evergreen colors.
Today I went back to the cheap vellum paper, and tried gluing it down with semi-gloss acrylic medium. Which sounds like an incomplete idea, but if you think of medium as the stuff that carries color in paint, then you realize that acrylic medium is basically acrylic glue/varnish/texturizer (the uses are many). Using it as glue produced some crinkling and buckling in the paper, and a certain amount of color smearing, but it could be worth exploring further.
i took my mum's dog to the beach, where it was blowing like snit from the west, and we walked all the way to the rocks at the end of the point and back. it was glorious, and fierce. and there were three deranged people in wet suits swimming. they said from Gloucester, which seemed unlikely, but no more unlikely than swimming at this time of year.
Many things have gone right today: Aerin and I found the bassoon guy after a very twisty drive into the edge of Boston. We got home from that safely too. I found my camera. I bought a new faucet for the kitchen sink, and removed the old one, and installed the new one, and with Red Kate's help even managed to remove the old sprayer spigot and replace it with the new one. I found a bunch of pieces for the Music Man set that will get built next weekend. I also have enough budget for a lot of them.
So here is yesterday's piece – a transparent piece on the back of the previous day's piece. I like the way the image is visible and less so depending on the intensity of the gesso that bled through the fabric.
Today's was one more reason I am mighty. I used an opaque transfer, and I wanted some of a transparent transfer over the top of it. So I ironed the transparent transfer face down on the opaque transfer…. and it STUCK. ARGH!! I tried to peel it off, and Red Kate tried to peel it off, and we agreed maybe water might help, and IT DID. (mighty, I tell you what!)
The end result is very misty and mysterious, and might still have a thin layer of paper over the top, but at least the image is visible. Which is better than I hoped for originally. (Really. I had a picture of the blank white back of the transfer paper, with pathetic little rips along the edges, all ready to post because I had already accomplished so much today I was willing to let that go. And then: win!!)
Negative results are still results, and these two are good examples of refining ideas and making them work. I wanted to try transparent transfers onto fabric prepped with gesso. Yesterday's had a seam in it, so the contact with the iron was spotty, meaning it didn't peel well.
Today's I tried putting the transfer down on the gesso while it was still wet (experimentation plus impatience) and ironed over the whole wet mess. I think the bubbly bits in the center were where the gesso steamed as it was cooling, and failed to stick to the transfer.
And I cannot find my camera, so these are taken with my phone. Which, when I say it that way, makes it kind of amazing, that my phone has a good enough camera to take pictures of what I'm doing, so I can edit them a little and post them here.
In other news: cold. Really, really cold, plus wind chill.
Sunday the snow from the night before was still stuck on the branches and telephone wires – it didn't start to fall off until the wind picked up. Or until the squirrel galloped across the phone wire, that brought a lump of snow onto my head when I was not expecting it. This is white paint pen (from Sharpie) sketching in the snow on the trees.
This one is an attempt to show how the weather came in from the west, high and fine at first, and then lower and gray.
A friend and I clipped some of the winter coat off the red mare, so she wouldn't get so hot exercising. One of the other women in the barn asked what kind of meany clipped a horse before the temperature plummetted? While we were working, the wind picked up and the snow started. I left her wearing her thick blanket, and I probably have to go find a midweight one so she doesn't get too cold…
Honestly, there are days I feel like this book is nothing more than a weather report: today it snowed, it was pretty.
I took the simplest of Margaret's suggestions (I know the toothpaste was a joke, but I did think about it for a minute, because Aerin's is blue with sparkles, and Alice's is faintly pink and I wondered what that would look like) and used gesso with a toothbrush to spatter snowflaky speckles on silk organza. What is harder to see is the white pen indicating snow on the branches of the tree underneath, which I was quite pleased with.
Wednesday night was the winter end of semester concert: the band, two different jazz ensembles, and three singing groups, increasing in skill as they decrease in size but matching high enthusiasm across all skill levels. It is a grueling night for tech in part because the set up is physically intense, the concert itself is long, interspersed with short bursts of frantic activity, followed by all the cleaning up, coiling and putting away…
I took one of the techs home. He lives out toward the edge of town, and on the way we were attacked by a man-eating pot hole. One tire was completely flat when we pulled into his driveway. For all that the moon was ful, it was also cloudy and and very damp, and I was done. So Al came to get Aerin and me, and brought us home, and that is why today's page shows a full moon and a flat tire.
The nest morningn Al and I went back to retrieve the car, changing the tire in good order (daylight and less tired made it quite breezy!) and getting it replaced. Followed by a day that felt like non-stop spinning in circles. So I made a spiral and called it done.
And then tonight, the waning gibbous moon was rising through the trees and showing through a thin scrim of clouds. And I figured out how I wanted to show it!
I was experimenting with plastic bags to impose distance again. I drew on them with marker in long sweeps.
I wonder what it looks like if I sew on them?
The rising moon was all fuzzy behind some thin clouds, so I tried to portray it in fabric. this is a silk moon on cootton sky, with organza clouds over the whole page. I added some branches to hold the silk down and frame the moon better, and painted on some silk dye to make the clouds blacker away form the moon.
Since it is not quite a full moon tonight (not until Wednesday) this isn't quite correct (it is, in fact, a waxing gibbous moon) but I'm pleased.
What I like about this image is how it looks old, and battered, and almost like a fresco on the fabric. I ironed one image down (onto silk, which is why there is that sheen underneath the image) and then tried to iron a second over the top. The result looks exactly the way I feel, so it could be accounted successful.
I also started a new larger piece, inspired by all the fog and rain and veils of water in the atmosphere over the last couple weeks. One small piece of it looks like this:
Open fields on a hillside. A lot more will happen to this.