|Taking a break at Art & Soul - Virginia.|
A lot has happened since the last post in January. Spring has come to North Carolina and flowering trees are almost at their fabulous peak. I am getting sunshine and vitamin D in my body finally and all past rantings and manifestos are fading from my frontal lobe. I've decided not to follow through with my application to join the Navy Seal Secret Ops Intelligence Section 6. Mostly because I am not that all intelligent and can't remember three words in a row for the life of me. I also realized in a startling flash of understanding that the Navy Seals would not be all that interested in a 62 old woman who has a great fear of water and can't swim - and is deathly afraid of most bugs. I know that if I were captured by the bad guys and tortured for all my spy-type knowledge, all they would have to do is bring in a bottle of Stink Bugs and I'd talk their ears off.
I have been walking every day but telling everyone that I am really running. I have all the runner's clothing down pat except for the lumps in my pockets where I store extra dates, oranges and kleenex for emergencies. I use an iphone app called i map my fitness that uses GPS to figure out how far I've gone. In January I started puffing around the park at around a mile or so a day, aiming for an end of the year grand total of 500 miles. Currently I am walking 4 miles/day with two blocks of honest-to-god-running tossed in (if I have eaten all my dates and oranges). Asheville has a fabulous organization called Riverlink which promotes awareness of the rivers that run through this area, especially the French Broad River. Right now there are about 7 miles of connected walkways right along the river and that is where I can be found most afternoons, smelling the change of the season, avoiding dog noses and wearing old marathon t-shirts found at Good Will.
I figured I would spend the walking time thinking artistic thoughts about current and future projects but then I was introduced to Pandora radio on my iphone and figured out how to plug the ear buds into my ears without rupturing anything.
|'Bookshelf' of books and bindings learned in D. Essig's class.|
NEW BINDING NEWS: In late January I took a class at John C Campbell Folk School with revered book binding teacher Dan Essig.
There is something so invigorating for a teacher like me to be able to take a class and be totally free of all teaching mindset - the schedule, timing, supplies, etc. I soaked up new book bindings like, well, a sponge in hot coffee! My mind was full of "what ifs" and "let's try...". I brought a box of old fabric samples from my Indigo dyeing and potato starch printing days and I worked and thought on a new book class idea using all textiles.
|Cover of the mica book with a hinged binding.|
We did another mica book, this with mica pages encapsulating fabric samples I did with potato dextrin years ago. The binding I am in LOVE with - a slotted long stitch with covered kettle stitches on either end. (at least that's what my notes say)
On the left is the inside of the potato dextrin print book. Dan showed us how to rub acrylic paints into the cracks of the mica.
I tried to make my own versions of all the books Dan had us make in class (the class title was "A Book A Day") so I would remember how to do the bindings. At this point, two months later, I find I am having trouble remembering how to put these photos on this blog!! However there is something that kicks in as soon as I pick up the needle and waxed linen and have piles of neatly folded signatures on one side of me and a giant pile of reference books and notes on the other.
|The esteemed Book Binding teacher Dan Essig worshiping my little collection of finished books. (Actually he is just taking a photo and will probably blacklist me from any future classes if he reads this.)|