Monday, February 26, 2007


I grew up in a house where we had tea and dessert (often, cookies) after dinner every night. Tea with lemon, no sugar. Coffee was for breakfast. Somewhere along the line, I stopped putting lemon in my tea - and I'm not sure why. I actually love it with lemon. Through my marriages, the tea kettle went on after dinner - and even now, I have a cup at my right hand as I type. Much as I love coffee, I am more likely to make a cup of tea in the afternoon. Tea = comfort. Baking also=comfort. Less so the eating than the process of baking. I have had the recipe for Pepper-Cumin Cookies sitting around since the beginning of time: obviously cut from the NY Times magazine. I had not baked in a while - and last night, apparently needing comfort --I baked a half-recipe of these cookies (just in case they were terrible). Love at first bite. Snow day today. Worked at home: did paperwork, made soup, and baked another batch of these cookies, which are as divine as I had hoped they would be. Half of them I will take to the studio to share. Perfect counterpoint to tea. Of course, they might not appeal to everybody - the flavor is a bit quirky --and you might not have a big jar of cumin seeds sitting around in your pantry, as I do, but these cookies are worth a trip to the Indian grocery store. Seeds, not ground cumin. You didn't ask, but here it is. Pepper-Cumin Cookies
2 c. flour (I used whole wheat)
6 T sugar
1 tsp kosher salt
2 tsp grated lemon zest
1 tsp black peppercorns, cracked
1 tsp cumin seeds, cracked
1 cup unsalted butter, softened slightly and cut into pieces
1 tsp vanilla extract
Preheat oven to 350.
1. Put the first 6 ingredients into food processor and pulse to combine. Add butter & vanilla and pulse till mixture just forms a dough.
2. Place dough on work surface and shape into 1" balls. Put on parchment-lined baking sheets and flaten each cookie with palm of hand.
3. Bake till lightly browned, about 15 min. Remove and cool on rack. Makes about 3-4 doz.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

remember yesterday's salad bowl?

Me, too. It now has a new owner. My daughter Jessica made the trek from Brooklyn to visit her Nana. Afterwards, she came back to the house and spotted the bowl. It was so whimsical that it made me think she should have it, so I gave it to her. It just suited her, so I'm happy.

Now on to other business. Grace asked how to use a laser printer to cut a Thermofax stencil. Uh- it's not that simple. First, you need a Thermofax Assuming you have one, or access to one, you need special Thermofax screen, available only from Welsh Products in California. I was going to show you how I make my screens, but I left them all in the studio and forgot to take pictures. We are expecting snow tonight into tomorrow, so I guess this will have to wait till later in the week. Oops.

Shall I go onto another topic or just forget it and go watch the Oscars? Maybe. I DID take pictures of my steaming process the other night while I was steaming a bunch of things I had printed with thickened dyes. But I think I'll save that till tomorrow, too. I shall, instead, either go bake cookies, use my new sewing machine, or read a smarmy novel. Come back tomorrow night; I will probably be here.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Salad Days

I never did understand what that expression meant, but it makes me think the reference must be to carefree youth. Remember that? I don't think it exists. Ah - I just googled the expression and I wasn't far off.

At any rate, here's what started the whole thing. Isn't it fun? My studio neighbor, Claire Baker, has the most wonderful inventory of inexpensive goodies in her studio and on her blog - and I had to have this bowl. There's a fruit bowl, too. She's an artist with a wonderful sense of whimsy and is making fabulous dolls from orphaned gloves, among other things.

There were four of us at the studios today and we spent as much time chatting as working.
We are still getting to know one another, so today was special. I had said some time ago that everybody has brought in at least one chair and that I wanted to photograph all the chairs because I think they say something about the owners' personalities. What, I don't know. I'll let you play "analyze this."

Here's mine - which you have seen umpteen times. It now has a partner, but this is really my favorite. (Not that I ever SIT in it, but I will.)

Today, I borrowed Claire's ladder and put up a layer of batting over the felt. It's not as neat looking because batting stretches -- but it does mute the pink a bit more. So, it will do for the time being, till I find something better. I worked most of the day and left it in some disarray, which Claire's studio mate Kathryn says is a good thing because it means we're starting to treat it like a real working studio. Kathryn makes her living painting dog portraits, although she does other art for herself.

She brought her cute little Yorkie in today and for me to say "cute" is a big deal, since I am not an animal person. All in all, a good day.

Friday, February 23, 2007

something old/something new

No big deal to a lot of you out there, but to me, this is major! Pam Morris did me the supreme favor of selling me her beautiful 6500 and it arrived last night. I have been thinking about a new/used machine for many moons and was debating between this one or a Bernina 1230 or 1260. Meanwhile, this beauty fell into my lap, so to speak (the miracles bracelet my daughter gave me for my b.d. is apparently still working). Decision made.
I haven't the vaguest idea how to use a computerized machine -- but if I go to the studio early and come home early, maybe I'll have time to sit with it and read the manual. I am taking my Viking 210 (a BASIC but good machine) to the studio, just in case --- and it is lightweight enough to schlepp up all those stairs. SO - off I go to make breakfast and lunch and load up my car so I can get outa here sometime in the next hour. Later.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Oh, gosh

Working with the new blogger and still feeling my way. I started to post this afternoon but guess I didn't save it. Whatever. Spent another day at home - I think I must be fighting off a bug of some kind because there is no rational explanation for why I am so lethargic and sleepy.

Tried to do some more sorting out of my sewing studio to make room for the new 6500 that should be arriving any day now. A hopeless task. But I did do one other experiment: life is always a learning curve, even if you are teaching. Someone told me that HP inkjet printers have black ink with a high enough carbon content to make Thermofax screens with. So, I printed something out with my HP inkjet. Interestingly, it did cut a Thermofax screen. But the same ink evidently did not have enough carbon to transfer when I used CitraSolv. Dommage.

So -- if you are doing a Citrasolv transfer, you must have something printed out on either a REAL laser printer or copied with a copier that uses old fashioned carbon toner. If in doubt, take Citrasolv and a cotton ball & spoon with you and make ONE copy at the copy shop. Turn it face down on either another piece of paper or a piece of fabric, moisten the cotton ball and rub it on the back of the copy, burnish with spoon and see what happens. If it transfers, great! If not, do not spend another penny - leave and go elsewhere. Like maybe your local library, which still has an old photocopier that charges@ 10 cents. This is akin to going to the fabric store armed with discharge paste or bleach gel or whatever, and squirtiing it on the scrap you bought. Good grief, the machinations we go through!

The other thing I did, while going through my fabrics, was to throw some stuff on my home design wall. While I was doing my discharge experiments yesterday (which turned out lousy) I found a bunch of fabric that I did a while ago. Depends on who the mfg is and what the weather is like, and how the stars are lined up, and what you use, and what mood the discharge gods are in that day. This may turn into something. Or not. It is kinda growing on me. Tomorrow is another day. (who said that/??) Perhaps I will have a chance to organize a few more things here. The problem is PackRAT syndrome. Not sure there is a cure.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007


I got to the studio early so I could do some work before my visitors came. Rachel and Diane braved the cold and winds to bring their work over for our crit meeting. The others couldn't make it, so it was just the three of us. It was great to have a big (albeit pink-tinted) design wall for everybody to put their pieces up on - but I shall have to follow your suggestions and do something about that pink. Yecch. I think JoAnn's white felt is a bit on the thin side. Another example of you get what you pay for.

In any case, after lunch and our crit, I was doing some screenprinting and Rachel picked up
my camera and started shooting. My, my, don't I look busy! No wonder I went home and crashed at 3:00 pm. The top left and right, by the way, are before and after of one of my "can this fabric be saved?"
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I stayed home today and worked sorting fabric, filled up a big trash bag with miscellaneous falderol,and did some experimenting with discharge. The results were too boring to even photograph. The rest of the week holds too many appointments and potential unknowns and I probably won't be in the studio till Friday - if I am lucky.

Friday, February 16, 2007

It's addictive

Today, I finally got my design wall up. Big hooray! It took me all day of climbing on a stepstool to get on this table - don't ask. Cheesh - I am too OLD to do all this climbing and stretching. Here is a picture of what it looked like halfway through the job. I didn't bother taking a picture of it all done because after all, who wants to look at a blank wall? The heavy white felt I spoke about yesterday did NOT, in fact, make a white design wall, The pink still shows through (as you can see) - but it is at least, softer. Some day when I get the energy (and 1000 more pins) I will redux and put a layer of batting on top of the felt. Felt doesn't really work all that well, anyway, if you just want to adhere fabric without pinning it. Nevertheless, I am happy. Do you see my grin?

Going to the studio is the addictive part. Not just for me, but for all of us. I was talking to Kathryn in the next door studio and she was so happy to get out of her home studio! Yep. I understand. All seven of us feel the same way - and while we are still getting to know each other, we are kindred spirits. Kathryn is a painter who does dog portraits on commission. But her REAL work is nature-oriented. We all do what we have to do to earn a living, but our hearts are often someplace else. Not mine. My heart is everywhere. I love to teach. I love to print. I love to experiment. I love to work alone, and I love having neighbors I can talk to when I need company.

This morning, I was there by 11 and didn't get home till after 5:30. When I was working at a REAL job,I left the house at 8:20 am and didn't leave the office till 5:30 - was a single parent with 3 children under the age of 11,and actually served dinner every night. Was I nuts? No. I was 39 years old. You can do anything when you are 39 and in your 40's. This went on for many years, during which time my children got older and so did I (surprise!). But never mind all of that.

Remember that really ugly piece of fabric on yesterday's blog? I screened on top of it with thickened dyes and brought it home and steamed it. I'll post the before and after when I can...part of my continuing "Can this Fabric be Saved?" program.

Meantime, busy weekend. My husband's birhday is Sunday and tomorrow, after doing errands and going to visit my mother (who will not remember that I was there yesterday) it is my turn to treat him to dinner. The one time a year I pay and he gets to pick the restaurant. Tonight, he paid and I picked the place. LOL.

Thursday, February 15, 2007


Thanks to everybody who sent "oops" art and the anecdotes to go with them. I had a few chuckles and one LOL. I have time before I have to give the lecture, so any time - if you have potential disasters that turned into art, send me your stories and pix.

where has time gone?

Coming into Friday already. Well, we lost a day with the sleet and ice yesterday. I stayed in and worked but got too distracted with making onion soup and doing laundry. I was glad I had the foresight to bring home some screens - and I liked what I printed so much that I might just make some Thermofax screens of the images. Could be interesting. This thing on the left is not anything I would want to repeat. Besides, I washed it and while the part on the right held, the left side washed out a lot because it was old dye. Just as well - it is really not my favorite. It goes into the "can this fabric be saved?" pile. I have my work cut out for me: the pile gets higher every day. Tonight I sewed together umpteen billion yards of heavy white felt to put up on my design wall. I am bringing a stepstool and industrial stapler with me tomorrow (probably overkill) and am determined to put it up it so I can mute the pink and start to put things up on the wall. In the meantime, in a moment of weakness, I bought a Janome 6500 today from a friend who has traded up. The decision then becomes whether I bring it to the studio or leave it home. From all the reports, I am making a good decision -- although exactly WHY I need another machine eludes me. This has been the kind of week where I'm not sure which e-mails I have answered and which ones I still need to answer. I sometimes think my dance card is too full and my mind too empty. I'll start again tomorrow with a fresh slate.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007


Yesterday was all art. Play Day at the Newark Museum. Four of us spent most of the day dye-painting, discharging, batik-ing, and yakking. I also took some pictures of blobs and mistakes so that I will have slides for my "Oops" lecture. THAT might be one of them. I could cut it up - but that's cheating. The challenge is to leave the spots and work with them. OOP Art, as my friend Lisa calls it, is art that incorporates or results from a mistake -- and it usually unique and more interesting than it would have been without the mistake. Sometimes it's a "design opportunity" and sometimes it just IS. Like the time I put wonder under on the FRONT of a piece. Fortunately, it was an image transfer of a woman's face; I ironed a piece of glittery netting to the wonder under and she looked even better behind the veil. But - big groan till I figured out what to do. Coincidentally, there was an article in yesterday's NY Times ARTS section (that I didn't read till this morning) that touched on the subject of accident and chance in art. It was a review of the print show at MOMA which included work by Jasper Johns, Barnett Newman, Le Bontecou, Kiki Smith, and Robert Rauschenberg - among others. While Rauschenberg was making a lithograph, the stone broke. He decided to incorporate the mishap into his work and it appears as a jagged white line running diagonally across the image. The artist's hand was in this work in a way it never could have been if he were making a digital print. The review made a strong case for traditional printmaking and all of its possibilities. I feel very strongly about this subject. Digital is digital but you can't get an OOPS! Help me out here, guys! SEND ME JPGS of your OOP ART. Surely you must have something that came about as a complete accident. I would dearly love jpgs or slides and anecdotes that go with them, so if you would like to be included in my slide show, please e-mail me and let me know. I'd be grateful! As many mistakes as I make, it gets boring just looking at my work.

Well, I was going to upload some of my better experiments from yesterday but Blogger won't let me. So, since I have been up since 4:am, I am taking this as a sign that the day is over.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

hot water

Something we take for granted - until it is not available. The studio's hot water heater is in and it has already made a difference. Although I was the prime agitator, we will all benefit (after all, how can we wash out our coffee cups or sanitize our hands without hot water??) and will be sharing the cost of the tank, the copper pipes, and the installation. This afternoon, I decided to mix up some dyes because I am tired of printing on plain muslin. When I left for the day, these containers were sitting - and tomorrow I will actually be able to wash out my fabrics for the first round, at least, before I leave for the weekend and take them with me. I screened some fabric but all the pictures I took were fuzzy. Probably because somewhere along the line today I lost my reading glasses - in the case. I am too lazy to retrace my steps (probably somebody ran them over in the Home Depot parking lot) so tomorrow morning, off to Spare Pair to have a couple more pairs made. Thank god they are not my $500 progressives!

Tomorrow night we are babysitting for the grands -- and I hope to take my laptop with me and catch you up on whatever. I passed a Used Furniture & Antiques place today as I was leaving the dollar store (yes, I finally found one of those places!) and maybe I'll stop by to see if they have anything interesting tomorrow. Or not.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


I was pretty pleased with most of the pieces I printed today: the result of something I've been experimenting with and am still exploring. This is printed on one of Ms. Closet's beauties, which seems like a waste to me. I really need to dye some of my own fabric and then print on it. I brought some dyes to the studio but really can't use them till the hot water heater is connected. Maybe by the end of the week? We shall see. In the meantime, I will continue to work with paint. To get hot water for washing my equipment, I use the electric kettle -- but it is a short-term solution.

These last two were attempts to use up bits of paint rather than throwing them out. I used my Thermofax screens to add another layer to some unsatisfactory fabric. This one - text over construction fence and who-knows-what else - is typical. Guess I can't get away from it. This one, the last of the day - what was I thinking when I made this leaf screen? Time to go home after that. Tomorrow, I hope to get to the studio sometime in the morning. But of course, that means getting up early. NOT a happy prospect.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

moving day

This is a view of the catwalk that leads from the very quirky freight elevator (circa 1880) in the pink building in the distance,where there is a loading dock, to our studio space. The movers had to bring everything up and wheel it over on this wooden bridge that may look scary but holds very heavy items. Nonetheless - not a job for the faint of heart! All seven of us are now ensconsed in our shared spaces and everybody is unpacking cartons, stocking shelves, putting up easels and tables -- and we have all brought in chairs. I find that very interesting and in fact, when I get to it, I should photograph everybody's chair: they are all so different. But so are we.

The hot water heater should be installed this week (YaY); someone brought in an old microwave; there is a coffee pot, a place for mugs, and a bulletin board for take-out menus. Claire Baker (not her last name for nothing, says she) made tons of yummy cookies and brought in a tin full, which she left in the common space. Claire works with textiles and her sewing machine was going all day, as she stitched up some splendid tote bags made from vintage fabrics.

It took me most of the day to get set up, and by the time I got organized and dealt with aking arrangements for my mother's discharge from the hospital to a facility where she can get physical therapy, there was about an hour left to play...uh, I mean WORK. One of the social workers asked me for my office number and I told her my cell phone IS my office number: it feels so much better to tell people I am at the office than at home. Why?

Anyway, here is how the office looked today. I can't speak for tomorrow. Standing in the workspace, looking at my 12' of design wall which I hope will be attached to the wall soon so I can cover the pink with white felt. That pink just doesn't do a thing for my work.

Above, standing at the pink wall and looking back: the chair is situated so I can sit and contemplate the wall. My tables are in an L - covered with 40 oz. carpet felt, which is really not enough. I need to go get 3 more pink foam boards and put them under the padding so I have enough to pin through when I stretch my fabrics. They don't really stay put in just the carpet felt - even though it is pretty thick. You can barely see my etching press, which is way at the end of the table, against the wall between the windows. It will be a long time till I get around to using it. My round bridge table was originally a temporary measure but I think I'll keep it and just get a tablecloth for it. It's a good place for eating lunch, a comfortable height for my laptop, and will come in handy for open studios. We will probably have one of those when the weather gets nice - maybe in May. Of course, the couple of things I printed today came out really strangely - and I couldn't even wash them out because of no hot water yet. Here is one of my experiments.

The pieces on the pink wall, above, were there because I needed good light to shoot them with. Here is one of the pieces, which, by the way, I printed at home last night while I was playing "Can this Fabric Be Saved?" I offer two jpgs of the same piece - one shot at home and t'other today in the studio. (I think the studio will be the front area and the office will be the back part of the space: one for lounging and contemplating, the other for putting nose to grindstone). But I digress. This piece, done without any forethought, speaks loudly about the subject that is uppermost in my mind these days. How the subconsious comes through, even when we are not paying attention!

At any rate, it's obvious that A (left) was shot at home and B(right) in my sunny studio. Guess where I'll be taking my pictures from now on.

Monday, February 05, 2007

simplicity redux

>o rayna, don't fight it...your art couldn't be made in a neat zone anyway...just do what you do best....;-) Oh, Claive, I am hoping to prove you wrong - LOL. Last night, after hours and hours and a big, full trash bag, this is what my downstairs print alcove - uh - I mean, studio, looked like. For how long, I don't know -but at least I can use the table. Tomorrow, moving into the primary studio - but I will do my dyeing here and I don't want to be out at night or drive in icy conditions - so this is a good backup. Rachel Cochran and I spent the morning at Home Depot. I bought 12' of pink insulation board, which the handyman needs to screw into the wall so I can cover it with white felt and use it. Pink is not my color...but it was very handy for Rachel to pin her newest pieces up in good light so I could see them today. Then we went to lunch at a yummy Thai restaurant. It is 8 degrees here - and 8 below with wind chill. Just as I was getting into the car to come home, I looked down and had to grab my camera to shoot these pictures of the street.the white is salt residue, I think. I need some fabric that looks like these. Aren't they wonderful?? Now I have to go finish frying onions for tonight's dinner: quiche. And tonight, I have to finish packing for tomorrow's move.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

dross into gold

I was on Kathy Kleeman's blog the other day, admiring her latest beautiful piece of work. When I commented on how much I liked it, she called to my attention that the fabric with the green blobs, which went perfectly with her other fabrics in the quilt, was in fact a piece of cloth I had printed and thought was ugly. She sent me back to my own blog to see the original post. Oh, dear. She made it look so terrific I hardly recognized it. Maybe I should just sell my fabrics and not bother with making anything with them. It just proves that sometimes you need to get away from your own work and let someone else's eyes and sensibilities transform it.

Susie Monday has some comments on her blog about simplicity - and while they are a big complicated for me to grasp all at once, they do indeed have merit. The first two rules of simplifying are 'reduce' and 'organize,' two things they want you to do in succession - but which I think have to be done at the same time. I was going to head to the basement to begin the process but think I will take an Advil instead. Or better still, make myself a cup of this divine Gorilla coffee that Jessica brought me when she and Tommy came from Brooklyn today to see my mother. Expensive, yes. But the absolute best!

We picked Jessica and Tommy up at the train, I gave them a quick studio tour, and then we went to lunch at a Salvadoran restaurant in West Orange (the studio is in East Orange). The pupusas with hot sauce and pickled onions were the high point of the meal, although the other things were good, too. Fortunately, the kids are studying Spanish in preparation for their trip to Columbia to visit Tommy's family -- because the restaurant people do not speak English. We managed fine and I expect to be back there again, soon. There is a Peruvian restaurant a few doors up, which is next on the list to try. How interesting! Now, if we only had a good Indian restaurant in town, I would be in heaven.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

cheap is cheap

I had an aunt who used to say that, and the rest of the family adopted it because it is SO true. Cheap is cheap = you get what you pay for. All this is leading up to the fact that the guy with truck who quoted us a bargain price to move us into the studio (Mona and me) - never showed up this morning. Cheap is cheap: remember that! Mona called someone else who is reliable and for twice the price, he is expected to show up on Tuesday morning to move us. Ok. In the meantime, I took the chair pillows, some printmaking paper, a couple of plants, and I forget what else, over to the studio. Watered the plants and ironed some fabric. Then came home and spent 3 + hours with two of our delightful grandsons. Tonight - Netflix sent us "Garden State" with Zach Braf. I may be from the Garden State (see a recent post) but I gave up on this movie before it was over. Gawd, I hate to post without visuals - but nothing could be less interesting than someone else's grandchildren. And there isn't much else around here that you haven't seen. Tomorrow, my baby and her husband and a visit to the hospital to see ma. No pix there. So, you'll have to suffer till Monday when maybe if you are lucky, I can get a picture of Rachel Cochran and me at Home Depot and then schlepping design wall panels up the stairs - LOL. Ta ta for now.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Friday again

I spent a few hours in the studio today and only managed to print one small piece of fabric. I'm screenprinting and the cold water makes it a nasty, time consuming job to try and get the paint out of the screen. I've been on-line researching on-demand electric water heaters and will propose that we get one for the utility sink. I am not the only one washing out acrylic paint. Tomorrow is moving day, weather permitting(big flakes are falling tonight). I'm taking my wicker chair and noticed tonight that the white seat cushion has blue paint on it (now how did that happen?). So, I recovered it (above) in about 15 minutes. Don't look too closely: I flunked 7th grade sewing. This fabric, which makes me smile, is an Indian batik I bought about 10 years ago in a fabric store in Montpellier, France. I was visiting my cousin who lived there at the time and she took me over there to shop. I was still buying commercial fabrics and couldn't resist this one. It has been sitting and waiting for its moment in the sun (ouch).

I don't have a lot of stuff to move - but it is heavy. The guy with the truck will take my two 6' tables, my wicker chair (not heavy but it doesn't fit into my car), an ugly brown office chair that I shall simply have to do something with: (I'm out of red paint, but I should be able to figure something out eventually); my press that weighs 120 lbs (I remember when I weighed 120 lbs); a rolling computer desk, and a carton of miscellany. What am I forgetting?? I don't have a proper table for the press - maybe we can put it on one of my studio mate's tables, since she would like to use it from time to time.

Also, tomorrow, Jessica and Tommy will probably come from Brooklyn to see my mother, who is still in the hospital with a mysterious ailment. And our adorable grandsons David & Jake are coming to keep us company tomorrow afternoon for a couple of hours. So, a busy day.

The sand truck just made its second trip up and down the street. What a comforting sound.

I had to post this

Because it rings so true. I hate these silly fwds from supposed friends - but this came in this morning and I have to admit, it hit home! So, I couldn't resist sharing this somewhat edited list with you.

You know you're from New Jersey when . . .

You don't think of fruit when people mention "The Oranges."

You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.

You know what a "jug handle" is.

You know that the state isn't all farmland, but still has plenty.

You know that there are no "beaches" in New Jersey -- there's
the shore--and you don't go "to the shore,"you go "down the shore."
And when you are there, you're not "at the shore"; you are "down the shore."

You know how to properly negotiate a circle (and you
knew that the last sentence had to do with driving).

You know that this is the only "New" state that doesn't require "New"
to identify it (try: Mexico, York, Hampshire - doesn't work, does it?).

You know that a "White Castle" is BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich.

You don't think "What exit?" as a location is very funny.

You live within 30 minutes of at least three different malls.

You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.

Every year you had at least one kid in your class named Tony.

You weren't raised in New Jersey --you were raised in
either North Jersey, Central Jersey or South Jersey.

You don't consider Newark or Camden to actually be part of the state.

You remember the stores Korvette's, Two Guys, Rickel's, Channel, Bamberger's,
Bond’s and Orbach's.

And finally . . .
You've NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EVER pumped your own gas.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Thursday - studio 1

I think my life may be taking on some sort of structure - although that is certainly a work in progress! I find that mornings are reserved for annoying things like paying my mother's bills, going to the bank, and other miscellaneous but essential errands. Late afternoon - hospital visit to deal with my mother's vicissitudes, into which I will not go. In between, I am in the studio for a few precious afternoon hours ...and it is paradise. Paradise with cold running water, but nothing is perfect. Yesterday, it was so sunny and delicious that several hours had elapsed before I realized I still had my sunglasses on. Oops! No wonder people were looking at me funny. Today, it was grey and the studio was not as warm as it has been - but I kept drinking tea and it was fine. "What?", you may ask, is that picture to the left? Looks like a carpet. That's because it IS a carpet. Here's the story. I came in today to find my next door neighbor setting up her studio. She had put down a beautiful kilim carpet on her side of the room and, gasping with pleasure, I said "where did you get that? I need a rug for my studio." She had this one rolled up and because she didn't have room for two of them in this studio space, she offered it to me at a ridiculously low price, considering that is is a wool 9'x12' kilim -- exactly what I needed. I just didn't know it till I saw it. She smiled and said it would go with my red shelves. Ignore the keystoning and picture that this takes up the front half of my side of the studio. Ahead of you is the future design wall, and the long wall on the right will be reserved for open studio exhibits. I'll do my printing and make a mess in the half where I am standing to take this picture -- the section near the windows. This will be the cozy part of the studio. Yay -- a perfect place for my wicker chair. I am so happy. But I can't figure out how I am moving so much out and there is still so much stuff remaining in the house. Never did find my CF card. Gremlins.

Today, I also discovered an Indian grocery store nearby where I stocked up on ginger, black cardomom pods, asafoetedita, cilantro, hot peppers, graham flour, curry leaves, and papadums. Then I picked up lunch at the Caribbean health food store and got to work with paints and screens. It is very quiet there and I think I'll have to pick up a portable CD player so I can have my chamber music softly playing when I am there alone.

Snow is predicted for later tonight and I hope it is not too bad; I would hate not to go to work tomorrow. I am thinking I should just refer to it as the office.

soup weather in June and a little more

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