tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55138656510472148102024-03-13T21:59:27.957-05:00Becky Kemble's Art Quilt BlogBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-67183147797271733292010-10-27T11:25:00.001-05:002010-10-27T11:27:35.020-05:00Blog is moving!My blog has moved. Please visit me at <a href="http://rebeccakemble.com/blog-2">http://rebeccakemble.com/blog-2</a><a href="http://rebeccakemble.com/blog"></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-9530817397424145672010-10-27T09:36:00.000-05:002010-10-27T09:36:28.278-05:00My Latest Commission<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMgzdiKmDuI/AAAAAAAAARI/g1pfmzliA2s/s1600/Muslinmanipulation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>When I attended Spring Quilt Market last May, I was commissioned to create a new quilt for Rockland Industries for their booth at Fall Quilt Market. Rockland makes muslin, or what is called calico in England. Muslin is cotton fabric. It comes in both unbleached, or natural, color and bleached, or white. It also comes in many different thread counts from very loose to very heavy. This quilt used approximately 20 yards of varying thread count fabrics.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg0roEeUBI/AAAAAAAAARM/TmVQK0e97-g/s1600/Muslinmanipulation2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg0roEeUBI/AAAAAAAAARM/TmVQK0e97-g/s320/Muslinmanipulation2.jpg" width="274" /></a></div>The goal was to manipulate and create texture and interest. I hand dyed some of the bleached muslin to create the color gradation. Then worked on the blocks.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2CdTkVvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uoVurP2Y17Q/s1600/muslinwave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2CdTkVvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uoVurP2Y17Q/s320/muslinwave.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The goal was to manipulate and create texture and interest. I hand dyed some of the bleached muslin to create the color gradation. Then worked on the blocks.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2Jjcp5sI/AAAAAAAAARU/4co4oHl5SpM/s1600/muslingather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2Jjcp5sI/AAAAAAAAARU/4co4oHl5SpM/s320/muslingather.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2RgdPgtI/AAAAAAAAARY/d6pb1Mwzbok/s1600/muslintwist1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2RgdPgtI/AAAAAAAAARY/d6pb1Mwzbok/s320/muslintwist1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2W7AJJMI/AAAAAAAAARc/TT8vLlAs14o/s1600/muslinweave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg2W7AJJMI/AAAAAAAAARc/TT8vLlAs14o/s320/muslinweave.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg27-bTpOI/AAAAAAAAARg/PKHjEa_PB2o/s1600/sliced.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TMg27-bTpOI/AAAAAAAAARg/PKHjEa_PB2o/s320/sliced.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I will not be going to Fall Market in Houston this time, so if anyone else is going, please stop into the Rockland Industries booth to see the quilt. <br />
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By the way, I absolutely love this fabric. The quality is wonderful and it takes dye beautifully.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-12443864599887374452010-09-13T11:52:00.000-05:002010-09-13T11:52:35.715-05:00On Becoming a "Geek"For several years I've been asked if I have a web site. I would reply, apologetically, that I did not. After wishing, exploring, and number crunching, I decided to try building one myself. I was going to join my husband in the "computer geek" world. Thank goodness it has become "easier" for someone without lots of training to build a site. That said, I couldn't have done it without SOME lessons. I signed up for an on-line class from Nicolette Tallmage of <a href="http://www.craftedweb.com/about/">The Crafted Webmaster</a> . I especially enjoyed her style of teaching using the webinar format. She teaches live so questions can be asked and answered in real time. For me, that worked well and the cost was reasonable.<br />
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I was pretty naive when the class began. I knew the learning curve would be high, but there are times when I think my brain hurts! Nicolette is a very patient teacher, however, and has created videos that students can go back and view as many times as needed. This has been a tremendous help as I've worked on my site. My website is a work in progress and I believe always will be as I add new works to the galleries. There are still a few things I haven't figured out yet, like how to turn off some of the default effects, but I'm getting there. In fact, I love a challenge whether it's problem solving in the creation of an art piece or trying to figure out how to make something work the way I want it to in a computer program.<br />
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So take a peek at my efforts so far at <a href="http://rebeccakemble.com/">rebeccakemble.com</a>. I'd love to hear what you think, and please let me know if something doesn't work!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-38411452554351861772010-07-30T10:10:00.004-05:002010-07-30T10:41:43.060-05:00When it Rains, It Pours - InspirationAs I type, there is another thunderstorm outside with rain so heavy it's difficult to see across the street. This seems to have become the norm this summer. Lots of precipitation this year. Record snowfall last winter, now record rains. This past winter, when my environment was nothing but gray and white, I spent the time creating with that in mind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TFLvyajekmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KIZbftFgAqk/s1600/Northwind2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/TFLvyajekmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KIZbftFgAqk/s200/Northwind2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499721744373420642" border="0" /></a>North Wind is one in a series of work from my winter contemplation. Matted and framed to 8 x 10, it is made of silk from Japanese wedding kimonos, hand dyed silk, hand dyed cotton, rayon threads, beads and pearls.<br /><br />When surrounded by snow, my creative spirit took it in. Water, in it's frozen state. Now that I'm surrounded by water in it's liquid form, what might my creative spirit do with it?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-83793065941074163792010-05-25T11:06:00.002-05:002010-05-25T11:29:49.971-05:00International Spring Quilt MarketI was fortunate to be able to accompany a friend of mine, Ilene Bartos, to market. She was there to promote her new book, Spectacular Rectangles published by Martingale. They were kind enough to give me a badge which was my ticket to enter. Market isn't like a show where you can pay to go view the quilts and visit the vendors. It's the wholesale part of the business.<br /><br />I had gone with the intention of supporting Ilene and not really thinking about opportunities I might have. This was a very exciting experience for me. I was asked to "try" some new products and let the manufacturers know what I think of it and I have some things to design. The people I met were wonderful and the possibilities are countless.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-12456327434396307002010-05-03T14:06:00.004-05:002010-05-03T14:34:58.478-05:00Creative Lulls and CyclesIt's been quiet here on my blog, and quiet in my studio of late. I used to think there must be something wrong with me if I wasn't producing art work on a daily basis. While I do think it's important to be in the studio with my hands in "something", I have come to recognize that my creative energy comes in cycles. There are times when production is fast and furious and the ideas are coming so quickly I can't always get them in my sketch book in order to remember them.<br /><br />Then there are the other times when nothing seems to work, and even the inspiration for things escapes me. I can only clean the studio so many times in a week, so what then? What is one to do when creative energy is at an all time low and everything that worked before, isn't now?<br /><br />The past couple of months has been the longest uninspired time I've spent in many years. It's been excruciatingly frustrating and a bit depressing to just sit and stare at the unfinished work on the design wall. What was it asking for? Why doesn't it seem to be working? Where do I need to tweak the composition? - Nothing. Nada. Zip. No answer. I was staring at it, and it was staring back at me. So I left. I left the studio and headed out.<br /><br />I began a drawing class at the art center. I thought perhaps this might kick me back into gear. At least it would keep my hands in something and take me back to my roots. Drawing in pencil and charcoal. The class is over for now and I found it quite enjoyable. Even have a drawing or two that turned out fairly well and will keep my hands in the charcoal and pencil for awhile.<br /><br />At the same time, I began painting a house. Every wall of every room and closet. Every baseboard, door and piece of trim. Methodical. Quiet. Dip the brush and stroke. Push the roller, back and forth. Mindful. Meditative. Five weeks later, finished. Job accomplished. But something else happened. While moving that roller and brush, I began to focus on my unfinished art on the wall. Not really thinking about what it needs, just seeing it in my mind. Nothing concrete occurred, but, with the house painting finished, I am back in the studio filled with creative energy. The work on the design wall has been taken down, stitches ripped and sewn back in different configurations. It's working. I like where I think it's going, at least for now. Ideas are flowing again and I'm struggling with the sketch book and making lists.<br /><br />I know there will be other non-creative and/or low energy times. I hope they don't last as long this one did. I don't want to have to paint another entire house, but . . . . .Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-91657038672693786372010-01-21T08:49:00.008-06:002010-01-21T09:35:00.588-06:00Looking Back, Looking Forward in a new yearHere it is the end of January and I have so neglected my blog. Where does the time go? Holiday hustle and bustle, finishing year-end work, commissions and paper work. Now is the time to look back and revisit what occurred in 2009 in order to look forward to 2010.<br /><br />I traveled a great deal this past year. I actually drove, or rode as the case may be, from coast to coast beginning in the Spring, with a great trip to Hudson Valley, NY for an art workshop, ending with a visit to family in California for the holidays. In between were several trips to Wyoming to visit family and a niece's wedding in Texas. This year could find me traveling just as often, with two babysitting weekends in Wyoming for our granddaughter and a nephew's wedding in Texas already scheduled.<br /><br />In spite of all the travel, I've also had a good deal of time in the studio. I sold enough work to make a small profit this year. I participated in several local and regional textile shows in Des Moines and Fairfield, IA. You will also find several of my works at the Perfect Setting in Marshalltown, IA. It's a wonderful gallery filled with a great variety of art.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/S1hvFeL7TXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/00MdaMIvulU/s1600-h/Kemble_In+the+Beginningsm+.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/S1hvFeL7TXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/00MdaMIvulU/s200/Kemble_In+the+Beginningsm+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429211490588249458" border="0" /></a> In the Beginning<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/S1hvw0aptnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5e2YcNb-Btk/s1600-h/Sierpinskiinterpareted.fullsm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/S1hvw0aptnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5e2YcNb-Btk/s200/Sierpinskiinterpareted.fullsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429212235289966194" border="0" /></a> Sierpinski's Triangle Interpreted<br /><br />Two of my art quilts, In The Beginning and Sierpinski's Triangle Interpreted, were juried into a show called "Art Meets Science", through the Studio Art Quilt Association (SAQA) that will travel for two years. The first venue is Birmingham, England in August 2010 at the Quilt Symposium. I would love to be able to go visit them in England. I may travel frequently, but I think my work travels further than I do.<br /><br />Currently in the studio, I am working to finish some things left undone in 2009, while sketching and thinking about new works. The visionings project through SAQA is still on my mind although my subject matter seems to be shifting. Let's see where this will take me by the end of the year. Show opportunities abound. It's time to make a list of those in which I think my work will fit, while the purchase of a new camera has me snapping away and viewing the world through a smaller, more focused, lens.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-49583063893053911142009-10-26T09:22:00.008-05:002009-10-26T10:07:52.741-05:00The Changing of SeasonThe fall colors are wonderful and I'm spending time trying to drink in their beauty, to breathe the crisp fall air and soak up the little warmth the sun holds as it moves further South. That said, I have been productive in the studio. <br /><br />October has been busy with local and regional shows, as well as a deadline for a juried, international show and work on several commissions. I made the deadline for the show, barely, but don't know if my work has been accepted or not yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW0FCLY4FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/huRKJnHxaTo/s1600-h/Tidepl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW0FCLY4FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/huRKJnHxaTo/s200/Tidepl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396917727050391634" border="0" /></a> This is a piece that is currently hanging at the Polk County Heritage Gallery in downtown Des Moines, IA. The title is Tide Pool. It shows the many stages of silk from cocoon to silk rod, silk hankie, and the woven background.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW1oZMimnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/APwHzSlBF6o/s1600-h/Eaglepic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW1oZMimnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/APwHzSlBF6o/s200/Eaglepic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396919434036288114" /></a> "In The Wild" currently hangs at the Fairfield, IA Art Center. This piece was done by painting with dye, then "thread painting", a free-motion technique with the sewing machine. It's an interesting process which I could blog about when I begin the next dye painted works I have in the schedule.<br /><br /><br />Then there are the small pieces. Exercises in composition, but also with a purpose. These, 4x6" pieces make great postcards. A first class stamp sends them anywhere in the USA. What better way to give someone an original piece of art?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW3CXxRTII/AAAAAAAAAQE/lksrIfryPJc/s1600-h/Pinoak4x6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW3CXxRTII/AAAAAAAAAQE/lksrIfryPJc/s200/Pinoak4x6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396920979841698946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW25tVhfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NEHThnO6tas/s1600-h/acorn4x6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SuW25tVhfGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NEHThnO6tas/s200/acorn4x6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396920831012076642" /></a><br /><br /><br />As October moves into November with shorter days and longer periods of darkness, the shadows become stronger even in mid-day. While the stronger light of summer brings warmth and brightness, the longer shadows of these months seem to bring a clarity to the environment. There is so much to see; so much to wonder at.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-8276734811958849062009-09-29T11:39:00.004-05:002009-09-29T11:56:43.932-05:00Balancing Act - Part 2: VisioningI'm not balancing very well yet. I am spending a good deal of time in the studio, which is good. But not enough time focusing on writing. Why is this a problem? Because writing my thoughts adds a great deal to my creative process. As I think through the possibilities, they become more concrete in writing. Once ideas are on the page (or the computer), I can't forget them, therefore they become more of a reality. If I am to create a more consistent body of work, then I need to focus and balance both of these creative aspects.<br /><br />The Visioning Project officially kicks off on October 1st. I have made my list of goals, which need to be refined, and made a choice on the theme. I have become fascinated with quantum physics, quantum mechanics and particle physics. Do I understand it? Absolutely NOT! (Math was never my strong suit, either, but I have a great appreciation for it.) But there's a challenge in there that leaves me breathless and excited at attempting to understand - and filled with awe at the complexity of the universe. Because this subject matter is so wide, I have decided to narrow things a bit, at least to begin with, and explore the aspects of space/time. There are so many questions and really very few answers. The sketch book is new, but has words written now, so making other marks in it won't seem so intimidating. <br /><br />Not sure where this will take me - but it certainly will be interesting. Stay tuned . . .Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-12419980413790058052009-08-20T10:35:00.004-05:002009-08-20T10:55:48.435-05:00Balancing ActIt boggles my mind that I haven't written in more than a month. Where has the time gone? It's not that I haven't been busy, or that I haven't been working. I have. I've just ignored some of my networking responsibilities in order to take care of other things. It's time to get back to work here.<br /><br />I have committed the next year to focusing on building a consistent body of work. In other words, I'm going to attempt to actually focus on one theme throughout the year. The Studio Art Quilters Association will begin "The Visioning Project" this fall. I have committed to this one goal and the group of artists who are also taking part, will, hopefully, be able to hold me accountable for getting the work done.<br /><br />This means I will need to create balance between my daily life and my art studio, as well as create a balance in working on my art. I am interested in so many different things, there are times I feel scattered and unfocused as I work - jumping from one technique to another, from one project to another.<br /><br />It's going to be interesting to see what happens as I actually attempt to focus myself and work intentionally in a different manner than I'm used to. I will be blogging on my experiences as I work. Because a year long focus is new for me, as well as the type of work I'm contemplating, I have no idea what will happen other than, I know I will learn much about myself.<br /><br />Vacation's over - time to get to work and create my balancing act.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-5904411909720441352009-06-27T15:39:00.003-05:002009-06-27T16:11:39.412-05:00Why So Difficult to Write an Artist Statement and Bio?What goes into an Artist Statement or Biography? And why is it so difficult to actually write them? I need to write one of each for an upcoming show. It sounds so simple when others say, "tell why you do what you do, and how you do it". Finding words for these things isn't always easy. Why do I do it? I have to, I'm compelled. How does one write about a compulsion and have it sound romantic? I guess it's a more positive compulsion than some others I can think of, so why not romanticize it? I'm working on that.<br /><br />The biography is another story (literally). What does one say about oneself in two or three paragraphs that lets the viewer know who you are as an artist? What if I don't know myself? What if I just like making stuff and sending it out into the world? I guess the difficult part is pulling it together into something that makes sense to someone else. When it comes to my creative self, she's a little bit skittish. She doesn't like being tied down with words. She likes her hands in the "stuff"! So I'm attempting to reign her in enough to get a sentence or two out of her. Wish me luck!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-25064058935818627812009-06-24T12:18:00.003-05:002009-06-24T12:34:26.918-05:00A 60 Year CelebrationToday is my parents 60th wedding anniversary. We celebrated last Saturday with a reception. Family came from all over. It was the first time in many years that all four of their grandchildren and both of their great grandchildren were present at the same time.<br /><br />I keep thinking about the longevity of this relationship and the partnership they have formed over these many years. There's an interdependence that exists between these two, who have complete trust and reliance on each other. They make a good pair. Not many can celebrate this milestone. (Perhaps that's why I could find nothing in the stores to say congratulations on 60 years. No cards, no napkins, no invitations.)<br /><br />Aging is not for the weak, they tell me, and I laugh at the irony of that statement. But as I watch them move through their daily lives, and experience the many losses that come with age, I also witness a grace that has come upon them. One that gives thanks for the abilities that remain, and the gift of still having one another in this life.<br /><br />For all this, I am very thankful.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-60829239919610768252009-06-09T15:48:00.005-05:002009-06-09T16:08:07.199-05:00Inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Si7L1C6QuHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T-3ycDbJ97w/s1600-h/lookingupsm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Si7L1C6QuHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T-3ycDbJ97w/s200/lookingupsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345433919910099058" border="0" /></a>What inspires each of us to create? It's probably different for each person. For me, it's usually something found in nature, but it can also be an emotional experience, a cause that I believe in, or the plight of others.<br /><br />Lately, it's about texture. A camping trip to a friend's ranch in Eastern Wyoming has provided much to think about. The first photo is looking up from the bottom of a slot canyon where the water has carved the rock. The visible swirl patterns mark the path of rushing water over the centuries. It's hard to imagine as this is a fairly dry climate - high plains, but when it runs, it runs quickly. The canyon is only about 50 yards in length, and tells a long ago story.<br /><br />The smooth texture of the rock as it's been carved is wonderful to feel while walking in. It narrows to about 12 inches in some spots, even narrower at the ground forcing one to "walk" on the sides pushing against the rock with feet and hands to move forward.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Si7LNwDPF9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pGt42GrletI/s1600-h/pinebark1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Si7LNwDPF9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pGt42GrletI/s200/pinebark1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345433244832569298" border="0" /></a>Then there's pine bark. What wonderful pattern and shifts in color! Different pines have different bark. I found this one to be most interesting.<br /><br />Now I just need to see what happens when I start playing with art stuff.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-36261735302997032412009-05-29T10:36:00.003-05:002009-05-29T10:52:44.369-05:00The Blank PageIt's a frightening thing - the blank page, the blank canvas, the blank anything, if one is expected to fill it with something. As a mixed media artist who sometimes writes, I have been intimidated more than once by the blank, white canvas/page. What is there to do when you stare and nothing comes? I suppose it's a common thing for those who compose, whether using musical notes, images or words. It's nice to know I'm in good company, but it's not a comfortable place to be.<br /><br />There are discussions about when to stop - how do you know when a piece is finished? But what about how to begin? Sometimes, if I can just make the first mark, or cut a piece of fabric, or put one sentence on the paper, I have a place to begin. The first mark can be quite intimidating, however, especially if I let that old inner critic have a say; or if the fabric was pricey, it can be anxiety producing to make the first cut.<br /><br />Make a mark, then another. Write a word, then another. Make a cut, then another. Off we go. Still, I'd like to know how others deal with the beginning.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-33107866281734110402009-05-23T11:52:00.004-05:002009-05-23T12:50:36.364-05:00What's in a Name? (more on titling art)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shgx1cYmeJI/AAAAAAAAANs/YKC2JknvXkE/s1600-h/Blooming.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shgx1cYmeJI/AAAAAAAAANs/YKC2JknvXkE/s200/Blooming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339072152469928082" border="0" /></a>In posing the question of whether all art needs a title, I was hoping to generate conversation. It did just that and I'm appreciative of everyone's thoughtful responses. They were somewhat varied, but most agree that art should have something that identifies it, whether it's a full title or an identifier such as "color study: blue and orange". I also read several articles I found on the internet regarding the subject.<br /><br />According to Robert Genn, author of The Painters Keys, <a href="http://www.painterskeys.com">http://www.painterskeys.com</a> " . . . titles serve to confirm what's seen but also to add knowledge, insight, and a glimpse into the author's mind set." In keeping with Genn, Holly Huffstutler's article at <a href="http://www.helium.com/items/1422709-titling-an-art-work-for-greater-meaning">http://www.helium.com/items/1422709-titling-an-art-work-for-greater-meaning</a> stated "art can be imbued with greater meaning with the addition of a title" and discusses how a title can capture the viewer and draw them into conversation about the work instead of dismissing it. She sites the example of Marcel Duchamp who took a urinal and placed it in a different context and titled it "Fountain". Both authors are worth the read.<br /><br />The conversations are convincing. One should have some type of identification for each work of art. How else will you know which is which, after all? One wouldn't want a list of works with "Untitled #1", "Untitled #2" etc. That would be boring.<br /><br />The title of the work in the photo is "Blooming". The title of the piece from yesterday's post is "Stormy Seas".Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-84243516860514358902009-05-22T14:16:00.005-05:002009-05-22T14:46:02.790-05:00Does Art Always Need a Title?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shb7BqL2EFI/AAAAAAAAANU/CEYiUFS--f8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shb7BqL2EFI/AAAAAAAAANU/CEYiUFS--f8/s200/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338730414216712274" border="0" /></a>I've been thinking about titles and art work, and wondering if it's necessary to title everything. I know there are many untitled works hanging in galleries world wide, but the majority of my work is titled, and today, I'm wondering why I find it necessary. The meaning of every work of art is decided by the viewer. I suppose if the artist wants to lead the viewer, a title might be helpful, but I wonder if even then, a title really makes a difference.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shb_qCFJNHI/AAAAAAAAANk/picKYhSOL4c/s1600-h/untitleddtl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Shb_qCFJNHI/AAAAAAAAANk/picKYhSOL4c/s200/untitleddtl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338735505872335986" border="0" /></a>This is a piece I just completed, with full view and detailed. It's hand-dyed cotton with thread, paint, iridescent gel medium, and dyed cheese cloth. I have not titled it. I'm wondering what others see in it, what thoughts and/or emotions are evoked in the viewer. I look forward to comments, and think I'll leave it untitled. At least for now.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-24163201269300979062009-05-16T12:07:00.003-05:002009-05-16T12:25:15.045-05:00Nature's textures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sg70coWKrXI/AAAAAAAAANM/HNunuK1r6CE/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sg70coWKrXI/AAAAAAAAANM/HNunuK1r6CE/s200/IMG_2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336471381184523634" border="0" /></a>Isn't this grand? Birch bark has such wonderful irregularities. The textures of bark fascinate me. I'm gathering a library of photos of textures so I can begin to explore different textures with my art. The woods and trails around Greenville provide excellent subjects for photography.<br /><br />Walking through the woods here has been wonderful. Yesterday as I walked the path, along with the wonderful textures, I noticed the steady hum of bees all around. The honeysuckle is just beginning to bloom. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>It wasn't a soft humming either, it was as if I was in the middle of the hive. To stand still and listen, while breathing in the sweet scent was magnificent. A treat for the senses.<br /><br />Today is the final studio day. I will use the time to explore some new materials.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-60505261774104939492009-05-13T06:55:00.005-05:002009-05-14T17:11:19.871-05:00Greenville Arms, Greenville, NY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sgq2lPHaebI/AAAAAAAAANE/GOl-Pp3VToE/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sgq2lPHaebI/AAAAAAAAANE/GOl-Pp3VToE/s200/IMG_2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335277459402815922" border="0" /></a>The confusing part is that there are three Greenville, NY's, each in a different county. For someone from the Midwest where spaces are fairly open and distances between things are spread out, it's a different experience. The Greenville Arms was originally built by William Vanderbilt as a summer home.<br /><br />It's a beautiful place, which served as a private home until 1952 when it became an inn. The hospitality is top notch and the setting wonderful. There are hiking trails nearby, which I have taken advantage of, and will again later in the week.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sgq1wxEUxlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CXs7wY2JJPw/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Sgq1wxEUxlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CXs7wY2JJPw/s200/IMG_2197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335276557983598162" border="0" /></a><br />The studio is in the carriage house, where there is plenty of light, room and electrical outlets. An important piece for an artist who uses a sewing machine to draw.<br /><br />It is now the beginning of the second day of the workshop, and the sun is shining beautifully. I am anxious to get to work.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-32738201563755991792009-05-11T07:32:00.003-05:002009-05-11T07:54:21.563-05:00Catskills<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SggclZSWRcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4n5Z0aKDlLY/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SggclZSWRcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4n5Z0aKDlLY/s200/IMG_2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334545187388933570" border="0" /></a>The drive to Greenville was beautiful and virtually no traffic. We arrived at the Greenville Arms around 3:30 pm. Wonderful place with lots of character.<br /><br />Today we will finish setting up the studio and preparing for the workshop. Studio space is great. It's set up for any type of media and lots of electrical outlets.<br /><br />I plan to walk some today and see the town and surrounding area.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-71401527018064838202009-05-09T20:47:00.004-05:002009-05-09T21:09:30.427-05:00On the way to Jamestown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgYzlLNnqJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9cvSRvpEfB8/s1600-h/IMG_2124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgYzlLNnqJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9cvSRvpEfB8/s200/IMG_2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007522425022610" border="0" /></a>Today we decided to change our route and get off the toll road and heavy traffic. Left I90 at Erie, PA and finished the day in Jamestown, NY. I saw this flowering bush at a rest stop. I'm not familiar with it. Perhaps a mountain laurel, my traveling companion said. Not sure, but it's quite beautiful. So much inspirational countryside and visual stimulation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgY1aUag_GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aoN5hWv9rJg/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgY1aUag_GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/aoN5hWv9rJg/s200/IMG_2130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334009534939724898" border="0" /></a><br />Jamestown is a wonderful place. The downtown is fun. This is Lucille Ball's birthplace. The photo at left is painted on the side of one of the buildings. Many references and business names connected to Lucy and Desi here. We took a little drive through most of the downtown area. Would like to spend a little more time here one day.<br /><br />Tomorrow we will reach our destination, the Greenville Arms, in Greenville, NY.<br /><br />Looking forward to more beautiful countryside. So many shades of green, so many different types of trees and plants. A visual feast along the way.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-40996768320363561892009-05-09T07:02:00.002-05:002009-05-09T07:13:36.946-05:00Travel dayOur first stop is South Bend, Indiana. There really isn't an alternative route to I80 through the Chicago corridor, and our timing wasn't that great. We hit it right at the beginning of rush hour in the middle of construction season. Sigh. Stop and go for many miles. At least they've widened this corridor in the past few years. It used to be worse.<br /><br />South Bend is an interesting town. Several colleges and universities clustered together. Beautiful campuses and the downtown area was fairly easy to navigate. I know this because we missed our first exit to get tothe motel and took the scenic route through town. One of the highlights was spying the "Cat Nap Inn". I presume it is a "Kittie B&B". Large silhouettes of cats all over the outside of the house-turned-business. We got a good chuckle out of that one, and wished it wasn't so late so we could stop and get a picture.<br /><br />Today we shuffle off to Buffalo. More later.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-77485888748783346022009-05-07T08:52:00.003-05:002009-05-07T09:12:58.805-05:00The Road Less TraveledI love road trips. Not only do I enjoy driving, but I love being able to see the countryside along the way. I'll take interstate highways when I have to, but I prefer roads less traveled. They take you through the heart of the country. Passing through towns and cities, one is forced to slow down. Watching people as they do their daily work in their environment, while I remain somewhat invisible - just a passing car, from out of state no less - gives me a glimpse of life in that place. While it is only a glimpse, I can learn much. Does the town seem to be thriving, or does it look a little dilapidated and in need of more commerce? What might be the main industry here? In smaller towns, one can usually surmise that it's the agriculture surrounding it, that keeps the businesses afloat. But what of the midsized towns? I look for clues as I drive through.<br /><br />Tasting my way across country is always fun, too. I prefer locally owned establishments to chain restaurants. I'll eat at the chains if there's nothing else, but I like asking someone who lives there, where they like to eat. I've found some gems in unlikely places.<br /><br />I'm heading out for a road trip. In the next two weeks, I'll be blogging about where I am and what I'm doing. My destination is Hudson Valley, NY for a week long fiber art workshop. I'll be blogging about that, too. The entire experience is food for creativity. My camera will be busy. So check back frequently. Find out what little gems I may discover along the way.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-11891220019226008972009-05-05T15:01:00.002-05:002009-05-05T15:23:46.294-05:00Ground Hog Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgCen3hMiAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OgzZ_V8Wbio/s1600-h/groundhogday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SgCen3hMiAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OgzZ_V8Wbio/s200/groundhogday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332436366561937410" border="0" /></a><br />This little guy came to visit yesterday. I knew there was a ground hog that lived behind our fence along the railroad track and next to the creek, but I never expected to make his acquaintance. I'm glad I keep the camera right next to the deck doors. If I didn't, I would miss some good photo ops!<br /><br />It's been an exciting week at our house. The orioles have returned! Bright orange and black arrive at the feeder and feast on grape jelly and oranges. So far we've seen two males which means there are probably two females around as well. Then the cat bird made his/her appearance. He/she eats the parts of the orange the orioles leave. I'm sure the hummingbirds are right around the corner. Must get the feeders up.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-77078010858654589202009-04-26T09:26:00.004-05:002009-04-26T09:44:32.675-05:00April is the Cruelest Month - T.S. Eliot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SfRxnr1_9oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3VUfKQ5K9t8/s1600-h/daffodillsa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/SfRxnr1_9oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3VUfKQ5K9t8/s200/daffodillsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329009185684190850" border="0" /></a><br />I'm looking out my window at a gray and rainy landscape. Two days ago is was sunny and actually hot. I relished the sun and worked in the garden for the first time. Felt so good to have my hands in the dirt, dividing and transplanting. Then it all changed and we're back to cold and gray. I am glad for rain instead of snow, however. The grass is green and the trees are budding. Daffodils and tulips are in bloom. T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month, and it can be pretty fickle. Snow, rain, sun; warmth and back to cold. But April also marks the beginning of the new cycle of life and hope. Gray and rain will change to sun and warmth. Birds are gathering nesting materials and the trees will leaf out quickly. Winter birds have gone and summer birds will soon be here, if they're not already. I've been listening for the orioles, but I haven't heard them yet. Only another few weeks before the first ruby throat humming bird will arrive. In the meantime, I'll enjoy the unfolding of Spring.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513865651047214810.post-64574167067212842682009-04-22T15:32:00.003-05:002009-04-22T15:52:54.038-05:00After the Rush<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Se-AooVLEnI/AAAAAAAAAME/llbY_w6-J2k/s1600-h/wedforblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icyulT6MJIc/Se-AooVLEnI/AAAAAAAAAME/llbY_w6-J2k/s200/wedforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618319711933042" border="0" /></a><br />After delivering the vestments on April 10th, I spent a week focusing intensely on the final preparations for my daughter's wedding, which was Saturday, April 18. It was a beautiful wedding, made more beautiful by the sheer joy reflected in both faces of this young couple. They've waited seven years to make it "official". I am thrilled for them.<br /><br />It is a strange feeling as I write this, however. With my large project mostly finished and delivered, and my daughter's wedding over, I have time to reflect. Both of my children are young women. Both are married and I am the grandmother of a four-year-old granddaughter. I am content in my life, my relationships, and am pursuing the artist' life I've always dreamed of having. So where has the time gone?! I swear I've been aware of every part of my life as I've lived it, yet looking back, it seems as if it's gone so quickly. Weren't they just little girls yesterday? Wasn't it only a week ago that I was taking pictures of their first steps, first day of school, first date? There's art in the making here. Time . . . an intangible that there's never enough of.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954302975401135016noreply@blogger.com1