Sunday, October 10, 2010

Heads and Threads--




My head is recovering today from the strange world of fashion-- well I am not sure it can ever really do that. But regardless, I feel a little slow and strange, a bit like I had my ego ripped out from underneath me. It isn't about body image- it is how you "own it." Well that borrows a current phrase of understanding with the kids. There were all different sized beautiful women at the show, participating as models and yet somehow today I feel subpar. IS this why models have such a hard job? Is it a continual bash to one's ego to stand and be stared at?

Cool experiences from yesterday include:

- Late lunch at Frank's in Alton, IL- in full goth-y makeup.
- The after cleanup at Laumeier, sitting in Cromlech Glen with lights around the top and appreciating the stars.
- Seeing Matty at drive through at 1:15am.

Gnomoake

Monday, October 4, 2010

Betwixt

http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#/spring_2011_comme_des_garons/slide_show/38


Betwixt and between
A veil of fabric
Thin Twin
Superficial layer
A nuanced layer of opposites attract
Spun together intact

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Hot DAM

Back from a short conference in Denver where I got to hang out at the Denver Art Museum- or DAM as it is so lovingly called. You have to love that the PR is just built right in.

I got to explore the museum, the city and think about something very tantilizing to most; the future of docent programs. The trends are all pointing to the very things that we are doing at the PFA. In my mind I feel I need to be thinking a step or two ahead. How to do that is the real question. I have the perfect model protege but in terms of how to get more younger adults interested I am not sure that others like her exist. It may be that I have the one of a kind example? I bet I am thinking dimly.

How to cultivate younger generations as docents and get them credit and schooling for this? Meet twice a month and learn about museum/ art experiences... I need to talk to a teacher. Time to integrate the charter schools.

DAM, sorry for the aside, is an interesting conglomeration of architecture. A nice collection lines the walls and surprises exist everywhere. An example, would be the singing sinks that serenade you with rounds of Row, Row, Row your boat as you wash your hands. I think this piece has an amazing power to communicate and draw comparisons with other pieces. Also the Public Sculpture was pretty impressive. It might have been nice to spread it out a bit but I enjoyed it certainly. I also got the opportunity to see two finished and placed pieces that I had been given lectures on in school. Edgar Heap of Bird's "Wheel" is placed right outside the North building at DAM and Luiz Jimenez' "Bronco" glared its glowing eyes at me as I came and went from the airport. Lucky to have met both of these gentleman and sorry to have lost the latter.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Friday, September 17, 2010

Happy Birthday Urban Studio Cafe




No one reads my blog BUT come on out to the Urban Studio Cafe tonight to celebrate one amazing year!


Art, Cake, and other....

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A cowboy runned off




Roy has gone missing. Here is hoping he turns up in the next day or so. If not it will just be Dale and Doc to help run the farm.

Sometimes it is like I have two lives. The one that I get little glimpses of near holidays and the one that I am drowning in the rest of the time. Part of my sense of things is that is the way it works until there is some great mess in the other one that requires an appearance or action.

Maybe the previous post regarding the hex has some bearing after all.

Monday, September 13, 2010

I'll put a spell on you




I think my niece was trying to spell "hey"- but then again she may have been placing a curse on my parents' home.
Either way, it could be read via lime green Lady GaGa-esque Eyewear that created a 3D effect. Thank the creative geniuses at Crayola for that. It is utter wizardry.

Regardless, my time at home was spent wandering outside along the caleechy road that runs from the mailbox to the house. This path provided interest, excersice and an "in" and "out". I like visiting- it is nice to be away from the city but it makes me want to stay on the porch and paint- something now bearable with the cooler temp coming in. The road provided a line of site of the porch to watch for dad rolling up in the "Truckster" a mini version of a real vehicle. He wants me to paint it like a cow- which I didn't get to this time.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Here, hold my leg






The preparations for concert time are nearing yet again. If I had all the closet I wanted, the above would be what I would wear. I don't but I have a pretty entertaining runner-up for tomorrow night. Terry Allen here I come! I caught up on sleep last night but not before waking up chilled. A brief fear that I was getting sick and then the realization that we may in deed be ready to accept fall. I better start getting ready for moving and busy preparations for shows of all sorts. The possibilities for St. Charles Community College install and Fashion Show with Lillian By Design. As well, I may also get to place some work in the shop connected to the galleries at Laumeier. When it rains, it pours. And well, I got to get my umbrella out.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

An All-knitter




It has been a long time since I pulled an all knitter-- the reward should be sweet!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

And Knitting and knitting and knitting....




How many tapes does it take to keep you warm or serve a renewed purpose? That is a question I hope to answer soon. If my fingers don't fall off in the process. I am excited to finish this. and plot new and more exciting of fiber integration within the design. Necessary because so far this is a little on the scratchy side. I have plans for the other parts of the cassette tapes as well... more to come.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Box of treasures






A box labelled "Halloween"
Came from Artistic creations
Inside a trove of beautiful fabrics
Decorations on body contorts
The ladies of past
How long did they fast
To wind their threads
And pass their mouths
Size is a number
And if you are weaving and winding for one
Your day's work was never done.

From time to time, people who understand my odd passion for fashion will pass on objects. This time, I was given and entire box full of great and very old objects. I have begun to wonder about their previous owners. Here I am thinking about doing a blog series that seeks to give these ladies voice. So let's start here.

This woman was petite, although this clean white garment does fit on a dress form that I could once use--unlike some of the items in the box, I suspect this woman was a bit large for her day and had at least a reasonable set of shoulders. The reference to contortionists might not have been far from the truth as her frame was still small. This garment has a small bit of lace at the collar and around the cuffs. It appears to have been done by hand, but I am not an expert here. I will take a closer look soon and see if I can discern oddities that would suggest so.

Currently, I picture this blouse being worn by a member of Rasputina and lulling an audience with victorian harmonies regarding very old fashioned daily routines. Perhaps if I were to make a character for the blouse, I would have her play the theremin and be given to eccentric gestures while donning odd hats. (Perhaps in the future.) It also occurs to me that I might like to play around with replicating the pattern of the blouse itself and the lacework in some much more common contemporary material. Something that could talk about the time and labor efforts we would have previously given to our clothing making. (I noticed that the buttons were all pulled from the back of the blouse, possibly to put on another newer garment.)

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Art- To Crazy Art



Sound Advice:
Tongue-tied and twisted words
Lyrics hooked on sticks
In your memory flicks
A melody paces time
A million misfit lines
Placed back together
In a bin marked a dime

A hand held tape recorder
Buttons move us back and forward in time
One slow dance written out of line


A lullaby to the night sky:

Count to five
Descriptive lines
Mark the darkened sky
One points and waves high
Each star clasps in time
And grasps for a piece of its own absence
A big one, a little one
Marking the black
And directing the night

Monday, July 26, 2010

Ugly Party on Thursday- all should come


I am looking through my closet in search of the most hideous thing I own. It is for a most excellent cause. No, not to throw at Goodwill's door but to dawn as a festive regalia to an Ugly Party to benefit the Urban Studio Cafe. On Thursday, show your support of general goodwill and the arts by coming to the Sol Lounge and handing over six bucks from a beaded glove or other 80s mishap.

In fact tell everyone you know, as this will likely be the only time to witness so many fashion fauxpaux at one time. You say you have a better way to spend your Thursday night- for six bucks, the karma points are worth it alone. The good news is that if you happen to have the ugliest ensemble you could win a fantastic door prize. Think about it is there any other way to spend your Thursday night?

Ok, so look for me in some spandex no no. 9pm- 3am

:)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Cut along the dotted line




Not a cry for help- just an exercise in humility, ego deflation and investigation of proper ink.

I don't want to place it on if it doesn't pose a question.
A band around my wrist seeks to hold a place.
The neglect of years regret
I feel yours and it takes my place.
How many more?

Well it is for the future to decide
In the meantime, indiscernible thoughts seek places to hide.



Today was loaded- A brief moment in the studio.
Meetings, and meetings contemplating the right words to say.
I learned a lot and failed at finding a solution.
And I ended the workday with a talk with a mentor.
I would say that was full and complete.


In artwork, I need to discover special sounds.
There are things that can't be heard.
Barrels of empty, hollow sound.
Vacancy of frequencies
and cavities that beg for vibrations.

Empty hollow sounds.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Look out Baptists-- Here she comes






More to record an hour from now-- when I have marched past the jerks with their signs. I look forward to rockin' to Semi Precious Weapons and Ms. GaGa.
Cross fingers for no wardrobe malfunctions.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Sound instruments




Voices coiled in silence
A trumpet filled with music
But plays none
Its lost its magnetism
Its unsound
Black tape looped
A chorus wrapped around a reprise
And lost all sense of surprise


New Art-- something to think about

Thursday, July 8, 2010

A round of Applause!!!!



Soon, very soon- an exhibition that deserves delicious reward. Come see it tomorrow night.

"stylus"

Applause and a chorus-
In memory of those close to us we have lost
Their bodies left us but their voices are present
Say goodnight with all intention of rising another day
Live them all in the most positive way.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Around the world in Vienna, IL

Lets open this post with this youtube video:


So for those of you that know my work, you may see some similarities between my work and this ad for tourism to Melbourne, Australia. I was mentioned that I should check this out from an American/Aussie and also told I should get a lawyer due to the similarities. I am not sure what kind of chance I would have with that. But interesting none the less.

I am just back from a camping trip in Vienna that leaves me tired, sunburned and bruised. All in all it was great though- I got to go to a National Park and swim in a beautiful place. The water wasn't so pretty but there were beautiful rocks and we went at just the right time of day. I got to catch back up with some lovely folks over scrambling eggs, picking up fire works and resting between innings of kickball. I will sleep well tonight.

Except, I can't find my blue yarn.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Sound Advice


There is a place I like to hang out at-- a place where my kind are welcome. I can eat tasty treats, make art and giggle with the kids learning their state capitals and I can do this while looking at the St. Louis Arch from its best side.

Tonight I had the great opportunity to lend a hand at the Urban Studio Cafe while they participated in Shelf Help, a benefit to get books for two local Old North schools. Awesome groups were there. Bear Ceuse and The Low End in particular rounded out the evening all to the tune of 3 books or 3 bucks.

Most invigorated were those kids that cause me to giggle--they basically friended The Low End and wouldn't be surprised if stowed away to open for them on the rest of their tour.

All this occurred while I worked on crocheting magnetic tape from a cassette.

So, my sound advice?-- Get your music in any dose and help your local community arts groups.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

GaGa




I am geared up for this concert and planning to make the full ensemble. The dress is made of vintage ribbon that has been knit. The purse is made from metallic ribbon, the same vintage ribbon and cassette tape. So far Miss GaGa has been one of the only things to encourage new work. So I am rolling with it.

Sounds like I have the opportunity for a small show coming up so I will be getting motivated very shortly. I also need to remember to hang out in the studio when I have those insomnia moments.

What do people need-- food clothes shelter
coverings for hiding
shields from the eyes of others
places to escape
nourishment
protection
safety

No Sleep Til Brooklyn




This morning I have insomnia so it seems an appropriate moment to reflect back on my recent New York trip. I had the great opportunity to be with good friends and see lots of wonderful art.

Brooklyn----------------------------
Delights of the pallete for the eyes and tummy.
Off the 2,3 and we previewed our after breakfast mint.
The building was older than expected.
Glass pyramids flocked the front and children huddled around the fountain mesmerized by the drama of droplets
Suspended in air.
Tran and I marched to our first stop; Tom's restaurant.
We were pleasantly rewarded for our early morning arrival.
Sat down just as they began to line up.
Phantasmagorical interior design brought to mind a Juergen Teller photo shoot.
I might as well have been dressed in Marc Jacobs and Tran in Louis Vuitton for good measure.
Posing with our pancakes.
She became the World's Greatest Grandfather and I a blank coffee cup.
We paid up for our wonderful fantasy world and scurried back to the Mint.

Outside we waited patiently for our view of art by Kiki Smith, Judy Chicago and fashion designs from the past.
We were rewarded with greatness-- The Brooklyn Museum's permanent installation of Judy Chicago (and multiple other artisans) was well handled and good to see after years of seeing slides of the work in my feminist art history classes. I also rather enjoyed seeing the way that Smith's work moved through narrative within the gallery spaces just around the Dinner Party. Suiting for a printmaker to utilize the multiple as a way of story telling gallery to gallery and juxtaposed around the feminist work that outlines the forgotten women who shaped our history. I loved it. Life Birth Death all in one experience.

Thanks Brooklyn! Perhaps now I sleep.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Forgetsy

http://www.etsy.com/listing/46791877/purple-and-orange-felted-halter-top-with

I am selling myself short by forgetting to show off the Etsy goods. I have a couple of tops on sale at this point and if I can get into the studio I hope to have more scarves and such- Soon!

Sound then and now

David Byrne: How architecture helped music evolve | Video on TED.com


Continuing on the subject of sound and music-- from my story about the kid with a tape, CD and record player-- I found this talk interesting. I think all of the TED talks are pretty cool, but as usual I have a soft spot for performance artists. I have had the great fortune of seeing David Byrne's piece, "Play the building" a couple years back in New York City. It and this talk can really get you into the way that he is working as a visual and sound artist. The basic discussion of the talk is that the architecture he has played in has caused his music to evolve; he is actually playing for the building. I find this particularly interesting in terms of what the Pulitzer is undergoing for the Ann Hamilton exhibition "stylus." The Ando concrete will resonate with sounds that come from a translated text. That method of getting text will come from multiple formats.

I can say in my experience of Byrne's work that I enjoyed getting my personal turn to literally play the building. This was a clever rigging of organ keys triggering crazy mechanisms to jingle a major column or to ting ting on one of the radiators. It was all an engineering masterpiece as well as an interesting concept.

It makes me wish to re investigate sound elements in my work. Previously I was intrigued to get textile related sounds (i.e. sewing machine engine running, knitting needles clicking, etc.) to turn into a clever mix of music.


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Branch with Benefits

Schlafly Branch is the best place to take yourself for a low cost singles night.

Get that local library card lit up. Stop in soon and see the Break Up Art Exhibition, where various international individuals have supplied an object from a broken relationship and a short synopsis of their time. Some go into why the relationship didn't work and utilize humor to connect it to the object. Others simply use the object to relate to the ill fated, hind sight moment that comes after many relationships. The concept is intriguing and I am happy to see a display of conceptual work at a library; museums should always be free. I like this approach.

Other benefits of the Library include scads of cds by people you might never buy music from. This is the true free way to sample the artist and their music, you know back before Napster challenged the system. Recently I saw a young man packed for a trip (we were seated at the airport) and going through his bags. The first item he pulled out didn't surprise me; headphones seem to be in everyone's bag. The second object he pulled out was a sony tap player, at which I sort of gained curiosity. As I sort of attempted to look as though I wasn't peeking, I realized the same pocket contained a personal cd player. Flabbergasted, it was then that I noticed his other bag containing records. I decided this kid was fine by me. He passed the test of being able to navigate music for his needs and appreciating the music from all analog generations. Somewhere in that bag may very well have been an 8 track player.

Of course there are books as well to check out- which I did. Thanks St. Louis Public Library.
Shopped till I dropped and hope that I can afford to go back in a little while. New York offered great friends and an awesome time to catch up. My Oklahomies have a very amazing place to live in; it i not without its difficulties. I did walk so much that I probably burned more calories than my usual workout provides. Makes me think that a city like St. Louis would be healthier with more mass transit and ease of use as the subway system in NYC.

More later when I get photos from Tran.