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Minor home improvments, summer projects

As the semester picks up speed, I say goodbye to Summer--trips to the quarry, gsw placement, little fun projects. With my final few days, I learned to use my friend's sewing machine and made some throw pillows. I stretched extra fabric in embroidery hoops and filled the long empty frame on my wall. I think Winnie shows off my efforts well, no?





Some glimpses of a few things I've been working on for my forthcoming shop...




Summer, you were lovely (if a bit hasty in your departure).

Overlap

The semester has already started. The wind talks like it is the only voice with answers and it promises that fall is coming. I go through old sketchbooks and notebooks and attempt to stir up new ideas. I etch images too deep and learn to appreciate the bite they retain after scraping, sanding. There are new daily rituals (they are often disregarded--I am not tough enough on myself): gluing cutouts onto paper, tracing lines that reach, taping my progress on the walls, for now not worrying about answers. The poems I have written here stack up; I try to trace connections, feel for gaps. I say yes, yes, yes, and occasionally no. Over-think. Admire patterns. Fill in calendar squares, and always lists.

Tonight, collecting artists, cataloging their marks, thinking about my own.

Betsy Walton:


High Five In the Rain

Jessica Bell:




Assembly Objects, 1-9

Diana Behl:



better than weather

There are more too. I'm still trying to find my way back into working visually again--trying to regain the momentum that usually overtook me a few weeks into the semester during undergrad, but this time trying to hold that outside the constraints school offers. Searching for bridges between text and image. Wondering what it could or should look like for me.