Thursday, December 4, 2014

A Strip of Fabric is A Line in the Story

The previous post was going to be the last post until late Winter/early Spring....but I want to share and I want this to be apart of my blog.  The last project I completed in the studio was dyeing strips of fabrics for a community art project.  Stephanie Brown is the Educational Coordinator at The Little Loomhouse.  We were studio neighbors at Mellwood for 2 years before she moved her studio over to the Hope Mills Bldg.  Stephanie pulled the partners together to make the collaboration happen.

The strips I dyed are sent to a variety of organizations around town and people write their stories on the strips and returned to the Loom House for cataloging before going to fit a loom set up a Kentucky Musueum of Art and Craft (KMAC).  You can read more about it HERE on KMAC's website..

Please stop by tomorrow and write your story cloth....

Monday, December 1, 2014

A Change is Gonna Come....

I started this blog November 4, 2004.  This was my first entry>>>>>here.  Yesterday I closed down my studio.  Five years.  Five years.  When I first moved in it was with dear dear dear Sistah-friend Estella who provided me the courage to take the leap.  We shared the space for maybe nine months and we called it The Beauty of Holiness.  I flew solo for a few months until I shared the space with another artist, Amy Dingman...then for 3 years I was in the studio by myself and the space (long before) had begun to change into a real working chaotic space and the name changed to The Chitlin' Circuit.

We packed and hauled (shout out to Ade, my youngest son, for being the glue that made it possible to do so much in such a short amount of time).  I have no regrets about closing it down even though I will miss the interaction with fellow artists and visitors.  It hit me when it was over...watching everything that I had packed into the space, not just materially, but seeing all that I had going on, I realized once again how much spirit and Spirit was in it for me.  The tears poured for a few hours. Ade didn't know what to think and Peter as always, was gracious about what he half-way comprehends.  I didn't bother to attempt to articulate.  The flushing was a good thing.

Our goal was to be moved (our living space) by the end of October...that didn't happen...we moved the goal forward to the end of January.  I finished the commission to dye the fabric strips just in the nick of time and everything is in storage. Also, on my way out I stopped by Kore and learned my good friend Bev had sold one of her high-end paintings.  It had been at the gallery since her solo show in May.  Affirmations magnified!

I'm going to spend the season drawing and reading and taking a break from blogging until I set things back up in the Spring.  Until then, Peace, Blessings, Love

Friday, October 3, 2014

Still Here

I had to put thought into how to even write a blog entry.  I'm a month out from this blog's anniversary.  I'll be here even when no one comes...sort like the woman living alone in the woods, but I'm not that nature friendly to be living in the woods...maybe like the woman living in the basement apartment.

Mama, age 85 and her Great Granddaughter, age 4

My creative making has experienced a boat load of interruptions this year.  Considering how it grounds me and centers me, there has been a lot of groping through the light and the dark this year.  I feel it on my skin.  I've done my best to be adaptable, nurture and hold on to faith, and just be without over thinking which I've have a tendency to do...and by God's Grace, I'm standing and holding my own.
view into the studio window

We were anticipating moving by the end of October, which included my studio as well.  So far, nothing has fit our needs.  The plan is (God stop laughing), as I was saying, the plan is for this to be a last move.  So it needs to "fit", otherwise whats the point.  My studio is in disarray and my strong inclination is to let go of household "stuff" and simplify simplify simplify.  But Peter and I cannot see eye to eye on what is or is not "practical".  Like beauty, its all in the eye of the beholder.  But this is the least of my concerns.

An exhibit deadline is fast approaching making me aware of just how little I have completed this year.  I'm not going to meet it. The photos below were taken by Mr. Bud Dorsey, The Urban Photographer here in the city.  This was the opening reception and panel discussion held in September at the Kentucky African American Heritage Center for a group exhibit.  I have 4 pieces in the show.  It is one of the hallmarks for this year.

Still Here by Langston Hughes

Been scared and battered.

My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here! 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Meeting other artistic spirits.

Edus and myself
I was looking forward to meeting and seeing the art by EDUS and made it to the reception yesterday evening with my friend Brittany.  

Edus' work is bright with color and filled with personal narratives and social statements.  The piece that I fell in love with was entitled Life is Like a Bicycle which tells the story of her missing the bus to school and her father taking her on his bicycle.  A very moving story and the piece has a minimal palette in blues and white portraying a face with bicycle wheels for eyes.  A small partial view is to our right in the picture.

There will be another reception next Saturday with live music.  It is at OPEN gallery at 2801 S. Floyd Street right across from UofL's stadium.

Monday, July 28, 2014

literary seeds

for visual ideas.  "...gliding over the unburied." said by Aminata Diallo in reference to sailing over the ocean of drowned Africans of the slave trade in Lawrence Hill's Someone Knows My Name.  The line gave me an instant visual for a quilt and immediately jumped up to outline it in a sketchbook so I wouldn't loose it. There is another visual for a "boats" quilt also.