Oh, it's been a while. My head has been full of perfectly written, vastly insightful and engaging blog posts, perfectly written (did I already mention that?), illustrated with new work and breathtaking photos. I think that I have even mentioned in an (much) earlier post that I really, really needed a brain thingie that downloads those thoughts onto this fresh white screen, complete with perfect spellings and puncuations. The best I can do at this very moment as a near Luddite has been to devour a 3 oz organic dark chocolate (with sea salt and almonds) bar and let 'er rip.
Adventure Looms. Although I have always been seized with the desire to be elsewhere, for most of the last 20 years that mystical location has been either somewhere in jolly ole England or on/near an island in the Pacific Northwest. A few months ago I counted up the years I have been living contently in my vine covered cottage with fabulous deaf cat,Leon in Asheville, North Carolina. How many years?? Twenty! I have never lived anywhere that long and instead of congratulating myself on my unconcious abilities to put down roots, I am beset with the desire for another adventure before I'm considering those roots from another point of view.
When teaching at Art and Soul a few weeks ago in Virginia Beach, I suddenly found myself telling students that next year I wouldn't be teaching there again as I was going to the Northwest. (in my head I thought I was being crazy) Today on my desk is a piece of paper with my Art & Soul teaching schedule in Portland for next year! March 2015. Words and thoughts are strong.
But about the work...The books, the resist dyeing, the drawings and writings. All these bits of my life need to be inspired by adventure. I am still very excited about making books. My current production line now includes small wearable leather case and long stitch bound books. Love books? Wear them next to your heart. I just love all the steps involved to make these and because they are small, I finally feel that I want to use my precious, so precious handmade flax and linen paper, tea stain it and use it for the pages of these books. Yes, it is hard to sell/part with them, but Leon demands tuna.
And sketchbooks have captured my heart. I guess I just can't rid myself of the old hippie ideal of making useful things. I have been developing (and teaching) a class for the last few years called Books with a Textile Twist. Not a very sexy title but I'm a bit at a loss for a better one. The topic is about both book structure and recycling/upcycling/repurposing found and created textiles as the covers. Good sturdy blank books with the hand of the textile. It is a perfect and exciting reason to let out the hunter/gatherer in oneself and head on down to the Goodwill. These wonderful sketchbooks are loosely based on Gary Frost's Friend to Friend journal with adaptations for the textile covers.
The resist felts...I can't let go of the joy of resist dyeing no matter how many manifestos I write about never touching felt again. Nope! The way wool absorbs the color got me into felt in 1978 and it remains a constant surprise and joy. So I will continue to teach the resist dyeing classes AND I am using some of those resist techniques for the Mokume - Bark scarves. Lots of cool changes born of my mistakes and student discoveries. And I'm back working on the book about resist dyeing...hmmm. How many times have I said that?
During my January explorations (oh, and teaching) I will be visiting lots of folks and getting their ideas for my move. The next step will be in February/March when I hope to find a cheap cabin/apartment/room/condo in which I will place my chair and work on an artist book (yes, unbelievers, a book with Content - the bane of my artistic life) and experience the NW winter weather for 3-4 weeks. By the end of that time I will have much more information on the next step. It's all like this photo of the livestock barn taken last week at the Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair (SAFF). There is a light way down there, but a hell of a lot of doors and windows to look into on the way.