Everything is now about maybe's. Sometimes reality just plain sucks.
Not a whole lot of weaving to show for the last several weeks since I got back. At least not a measurable amount. Everything seems to have come to a stand still or a crawl. The Shannock is gone, but furniture is stuck where it's not suppose to be in the way of things that need to be. The new looms are ready to use. BUT,The table is down stairs waiting for a light table to shrink and be gone. The old fridge is waiting for recyclers where the mail table/desk should go and not on the patio, because everything is waiting for something to move. Dad's out of rehab and maybe I won't need to go to Portland every other day. Time seems to be all about watching rocks grow and disintergrate and trying to remember to drink from empty teacups. Waiting for things to happen or most often lately not to happen. Sisyphus and Daedalus seem to be my new best friends. It may snow this week. Maybe Dad will do what he needs to do. Maybe not. Maybe tables will grow wings and furniture magically move from one level to the next. Every task ends up with crazy happenings and twice as many steps-twice as much time to accomplish what should be easy task. Maybe, well now just may be...Hope is elusive, but not forsworn-just may be.
TUSCON
Every day and evening was incredibly packed with interesting things to do and people to met and talk with. I had so much fun talking to Joyce Boyle, my class assistant-Cindy Brocious- to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for help in the class for all of her organizational abilities and care, Lynn Hart and Karen Piegorsch in Tuscon. It will be interesting to see what comes out of those conversations. It ws so good to talk to them without having to write everything first!
Barrel Cactus- 2 feet across |
It’s still impossible for me to believe that some the cactus in Tuscon were real and not plastic decorator stuff that one see’s in offices in Oregon. Not so fond of the scorpions I kept running into if I stepped off some of the paths I was on trying to take pictures. I learned real fast to watch where I placed my hands and feet and what I leaned a against to steady myself. So many new ideas-Thank you so much. If any one gets a chance they should go see Lynn’s pieces at Tholo Chula. Her night sky tapestry is incredible. It took People’s Choice award at the conference in Durango a year or so ago. It’s well worth seeing along with her Cactus piece. And one of my favourite things a small “sculpture” of an “older full figured women” that I love. She reminds me of a modern Villendorf Venus, but with clothes.
Tuscon small format class! |
Anne Fletcher's |
Anne Fletcher's cartoon 5inX5in |
From Karen's Fence check out moon shadow |
Lilies from home1 |
Few from the top Lemon Mountain |
Hoodoo's low on Mt. Lemon |
One of My favourite places in Tuscon! |
Mexican Tin Roses |
Mexican Repoussee |
Pop up sheep by Emma Yanda Cactus is bound weave embroidery floss |
Sun City West Class-minus-the bicyclist. |
Larry and wife |
Bound weave by Emma Yanda |
Another Namless beautiful flower, but wasn't quick enough to catch the hummingbirds feeding from it! |
Annonomous tree blossom in a rest area. |
fascinating rock near Old Tuscon |
I did go to the Heard Museum and quite a few others in the Phoenix area. I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to see or find out any information on the Glory Ross Centre for Tapestries and or a collection of tapestries when I went to the museum in Tuscon. Evidently it is by appt only and one of several calls to find out about it were not returned. To bad, but o, well.
I finally was able to find an affordable sample of coal miners edge. When I was at Chief Dodge the lovely Hopi/Pueblo women clerk found a very small piece about an inch weaving by Louise Yazzie, which I promptly purchased along with several beautiful Silver amber and malachite pieces. Actually Chene purchased the earrings for Pat for babysitting him while we were gone. Chief Dodge is cool because one is purchasing directly from Indian Artisans rather than non-Indian middle men. A little gem of 4 sided weaving with twined edge and coal miner with edge.
Thanks to Larry I now know that the coal miner does not refer to an area but the pick and pick. I also discovered thanks to the aforementioned weaver what crystals are. It is where the pick and pick or demi duites reverse and the colours shift.
Woven by Louise yazzie coal miners edge 1.5 in x 1.5 in |
Thanks to Larry I now know that the coal miner does not refer to an area but the pick and pick. I also discovered thanks to the aforementioned weaver what crystals are. It is where the pick and pick or demi duites reverse and the colours shift.
Purple and lavender Prickly pear with Cochineal Lac encrusted |
They had the most wonderful sacred clown/contraries. I would have loved to purchase the one with a sucker and the one with TV’s hanging off the contrary’s arms and necks, but they were completely out of my price range around 800 a piece about half the price of purchasing one at the Heard Museum. But they did speak about my own and many others contraries. There is something really wonderful about Contraries. I own one sacred clown a figure with a guitar and a spatula for a microphone that I bought many years ago when my youngest son was involved in CSG- Catholic school girls. Mine was carved by a Navajo women in a Pueblo style- a contrary itself. “Pueblo Clowns (sometimes called sacred clowns) is a generic term for jester or trickster in the Kachina religion practiced by the Pueblo Indians of the southwestern USA. Each figure performs a set role within the religious ceremonies; often their behavior is comic, lewd, scatological, eccentric and alarming. Each figure performs a set role within the religious ceremonies; often their behavior is comic, lewd, scatological, eccentric and alarming.” Wikipedia
Something I had almost forgotten from long ago stories. I remember fire and ice for every positive there is a negative for every serious thought there is an opposite. “In Lakota tradition the Heyókȟa functions both as a mirror and a teacher, using extreme behaviors to mirror others, thereby forcing them to examine their own doubts, fears, hatreds, and weaknesses. Heyókȟas also have the power to heal emotional pain; such power comes from the experience of shame—they sing of shameful events in their lives, beg for food, and live as clowns. They provoke laughter in distressing situations of despair and provoke fear and chaos when people feel complacent and overly secure, to keep them from taking themselves too seriously or believing they are more powerful than they are.” wikepedia
I am thinking about doing or at least designing some several contrary tapestries. I wonder what my contraries will be. It’s so interesting sometimes to be a between.
I traded Larry a tapestry for a tapestry shoulder bag that should fit one of my two traveling mirrixes. I did this after seeing the beautiful bag that Diane Wolf has for lugging things around. It has a wide strap that makes carrying things much easier. If it works I am going to have a second one made with colours that are opposite from the first one. I love the butterfly designs in traditional SW weaving.
Thanks to the two groups. We are now creating a very small bobbin for very small hands after a conversation I had with another weaver about small hands and small bodies and a tool that doesn’t have a name yet. Roxane in my Tuscon gave me a metal tool that looks like a bent letter opener with a whole in one end. It is so good for old hands. My older ladies in Phoenix loved it. It made it so much easier for them to pick the sheds and pull the yarn through. I gave the tool to Mr. Witt who makes our bobbins. My business partner, Pat Spark suggested that we try and make a wood proto type and a metal prototype. It seems some people don’t like to use metal weaving tools because they don’t like the smell of the metal on their hands. So Mr. Witt is going to try making some out of layered veneer. I didn’t know that about some weavers. I just assumed people preferred wood because it felt more natural and beautiful.
Finally I am at the end. It has taken forever to find the time to write so little about so much. I'll write the next installment in a week instead of the usual 2 weeks as I try to get back on schedule.
One of the exhibits I saw at the heard Museum was an incredible mural by Stephen Joe Yazzie on Fear of a Red Planet: Relocation and Removal. It was such a moving montage of images and symbolism. It's made me want to stop and do a few hundred hours of journaling about family and past. It wasn't tapestry, but it was extremely thought provoking about the stories we tell in tapestry, why we tell those stories and how we tell our stories.
Cheers,
kathe