I've been away so long that Blogger made me sign in tonight. Burrowed, getting ready for the solo show I hung today. Temple B'nai Jeshurun in Short Hills, NJ, has a gallery and every month they invite a different artist to have a solo exhibit. Last month it was a very well known NJ artist who makes her own paper and does beautiful work. This is the first time they have had textiles. When the cantor walked through as we were hanging, he asked how I would like this art to be identified, in case anybody asked what the medium was. "Is it batik?", he asked. I replied that some pieces were - but that it was mixed media on fiber. "Ah, fiber. Thank you," he said. I smiled.
Twenty pieces: three of them just didn't work with the rest of the exhibit, so I ditched them. I had help from 3 volunteers who, in the end, moved things around a bit so they worked better. When I left, there were stickies on the walls where the labels would go.
Moveable walls - partitioned. Far from ideal (you can see the Walker system rods hanging) but it will be fine. I did straighten out that one piece after I took the photo and I'll stop back before the opening to make sure they look okay.

Meet the Artist a week from Friday and I will be interested to see what kinds of questions I get. In between redoing sleeves for this system, I have been spending time in my print studio, mostly experimenting and mostly not getting anything I care to post. But that is ok because Blogger won't let me post any more photos tonight:i guess i've used my quota. Anyway, the spot just below my neck is tingling so I think I should get off the computer.





It's the paper I printed and a piece of Helene's screened fabric along with a few others of hers I threw at the wall. It may become something -- or not. In the meantime, it perks me right up to look at it.













There were lots of people at the opening - a number of the exhibitors, their friends, and people from the University. Afterwards, we went to dinner with Judith Plotner, her husband Stan, and two other couples whom we had not met before but who turned out to be delightful company. There is something to be said for midweek art openings -- they make you feel like it's already the weekend.