can this fabric be saved?

Remember the feature in Ladies' Home Journal of the 1950's & early 60's- "Can this Marriage be Saved?" Mostly, yes. After all, it was the era of Leave it to Beaver. But I digress... Tonight, continuing to clean house in an effort to figure out what I have here, I have come across some of the world's ugliest fabrics. Quite a few of them are now in the garbage bag - but a few of them are challenging enough for me to take to Lowell and see whether, in fact, they can be saved during my Surface Design Taster workshop. This yellow one is probably beyond help -- but perhaps this next one can be improved by somebody. It looks better in this picture than it really does, so you can imagine! It was commercial ugly fabric that I printed on and then discharged. It got uglier. The third piece is a nauseatingly sweet bubblegum pink salt-dyed piece that somebody must have foisted on me when I wasn't looking. Too ugly to even photograph. Busy weekend ahead and I am leaving for Lowell on Monday unless the stars line up wrong. In the meantime, I shall pick out some other losers and take 'em with me to see if they can be saved. We shall see. I don't think they can get worse.

more studio time

I'm not cleaning up tonight. I've been printing again and had forgotten how much fun it was just to putter around to see what results. These may end up as samples for a class I am going to teach several months from now. Or not. Tomorrow, after I pay bills, I will decide whether to do more printing or to work on the design wall. In either case, I am working - and that's the important thing.

oh, well

An afternoon and evening of printing and this is what the table looks like. But it feels heavenly and I promise, that dishpan full of dirty print equipment goes upstairs to the kitchen sink and gets washed. The rest of it has cleared off by the time I'm writing this. I've been screening with paints and thickened dyes, which I will continue to do tomorrow, after I do an errand or two in the morning. I'm working on teaching samples and perfecting some new ideas for one of my future workshops. Writing things down so I remember what I have done is a bit tedious and slows me down - but otherwise I will never remember anything. That horrible blue and lavender fabric is not one of my favorites - but it's perfect for printing. There was a discussion today on the QuiltArt list about hand-dyed fabrics and the prices they sell for. Lemme tell you - gorgeous hand-dyes are worth every penny. I know, because I can't make them - no matter how hard I try or how many instructions I follow. And art cloth (or whatever you want to call it) is so labor intensive that it is also worth what the artist is charging. Ask me how I know. This is the first layer of thickened dyes, with a little gold paint added. We'll see where it goes.

Meantime, I have finished for the day and am going upstairs to wash the stuff in the dishpan and get ready for the next round.

printing in layers

On the left, you see my answer to Karoda's request from yesterday that I describe my print table setup. Since a picture is worth a lot of words, here's a closeup of the sandwich. It's one of those brown banquet tables. The first layer is pink styrofoam insulation board. Layer #2 is a sheet of foam 1/2" thick. Layer #3, which isn't visible here, is a clear plastic dropcloth. Normalment, I cover all of this with a twin bed contour sheet and that's it. However, since I have been doing batik and the hot wax has a way of melting the plastic sheet, I recently added a layer of carpet padding between the plastic and the cotton sheet. If you are not using hot wax, this is not necessary: I managed very nicely for 10 years without the carpet padding. I also recently got tired of bending over the table and bought those bed raiser thingies at Bed, Bath,and Beyond. Now you know all my secrets and I can tell you about my afternoon on the deck. I was going to work downstairs in my cleaned-up print studio, but after umpteen days of raging cloudbursts and humidity, today was San Diego weather: too beautiful to work inside. My friend Rachel came over this afternoon and we worked with Thiox. I set up my trusty hot plate and enamel pot and we experimented. This is a before (top) and after of a piece I had dyed/batik'd and overdyed because I didn't like it. It seemed too dark, so I ripped off a piece and threw it into the thiox bath. Oops - in the blink of an eye, more color came out than I would have liked. What happened to all the purple? But I find it very interesting to see what happened.

There was a lot of ugly stuff that was not improved by dunking, but I can't show it to you. It is late and I spent so much time on a consultation call with Ms. Closet tonight that it is past my bedtime. The next 4 days, I need to be at that print table.

after seven hours...

and two huge trash bags full of who-knows what: voilà! MS. CLOSET would be proud!! My husband exclaimed in amazement - but he really thinks I ought not to use the space so it will remain like this. Tomorrow, I will start fresh. Notice the shelf of dyes on the upper left. I did inventory, noting that I needed to order quite a few colors I have used up. And then I stacked them in colorways. Can you tell how pleased I am with myself? It may be temporary, but for the moment it looks more-or-less organized. We'll see what the rest of the week brings.

I couldn't resist posting this

Today, I am cleaning my downstairs print/dye studio. Do not ask. Took an e-mail break and found this tale of woe-scam. It's one of the better ones I've received - Read it and weep. LOL. Dear Friend, I know that this mail will come to you as a surprise but honestly I do not intend to surprise you. In introduction my name is Richard Uduku I write this letter in respect of my intention to transfer and invest the sum of US$18,000,000.00 in your company which I inherited from my Father who was a Politician and oil/Gold dealer from Guinea Bissau . But unfortunately he was shot dead by his political opponent during one of his business trip to Cote D Ivoire. I am now left with my only surviving mother who unfortunately has been critically ill since 2 months after the death of my father because of the shock of his late husband's death. And because of how my dad's political opponents has been trying to eliminate our entire family, I then had to run out of my country with my mum for our dear lives. The fund in question is now with the Financial Firm where it was deposited and all it's Documents are still intact with me. In view of this plight, I expect you to be trust worthy and kind enough to assist me ,I hereby agree to compensate your sincere and candid effort in this regard with 20% of the total fund and 5% for expenses,which may arise during the transaction.Whatever your decision is please contact me immediately through this email richard_uduku@she.com Best Regards.Richard U.F

a day off

l-r: Joanie, Martha, Mary Beth, Cathy, Linda, Rayna's purse. Finally, time to blog about yesterday's trip to Baltimore to see Linda Colsh, who is here visiting family. Linda lives in Brussels and gee whiz - what a treat - this is the second time in 7 months that we've seen her! Joanie SanChirico and I met at exit 4 on the NJ Turnpike (if you are from NJ, you always define where you live by the exit # on the Turnpike or the Garden State Parkway) and drove to Cathy Kleeman's house and then to a wonderful Wegman's where we met up with Martha Gilbert, Mary Beth Bellah, and Linda, and spent the rest of the day. Can you imagine spending a day in a supermarket? It was fabulous!! We bought lunch and found a private alcove upstairs, where we ate and then shared work, gossiped, did critique, and generally had a wonderful time. What a treat! Uh - here is the kind of picture you should never enter in a juried (or any other kind of) show. This is Cathy's latest piece, which is really wonderful if you can ignore Martha's legs at the bottom. I had charged my camera's battery but then discovered that my CF card was full and there is something wrong with the delete function on my camera. So, by the time I had deleted stuff, I had missed most of the action. Nevertheless, here is Joanie, looking very trendy and very happy to be healthy and out with friends and kindred spirits.

I know just how she feels. This was a true break for me, too. No doubt, she is probably enjoying looking at Martha's whimsical piece, which she made after having been at QSDS this past June. It made us all smile. .

The question is: is it necessary to have a 'big idea' before you make a piece of work? I personally do not think so. We each have our very individual styles and while some people know in advance what 'big idea' they are going to be exploring, others of us simply let the materials and the mood lead us in a direction. Either way, it's okay. Life is too short to worry about it.

Sorry I didn't get a picture of Linda's wonderful piece, Joanie's new work, or Mary Beth's amazing 3-d in progress. But you can catch everybody's work on their websites &/or blogs.

back to work

I think I have finished piecing something that has been on my wall for eons, so it was time to move on. I ran to K-mart and bought an enamel pot, set up my hotplate on the porch, got out my gas mask, and went to work with a thiox bath. Some pieces did not discharge, so I knew I would have to use bleach on them next time around. In the meantime, here is a hasty and unscientific experiment using two pieces of the identical cloth: the orange one was in bleach and greenish beige in thiox. Same thing, different fabric. The gold is bleach, the sage is thiox. That's probably all the experimenting I will be able to do. Tomorrow, Joanie and I are driving to Maryland to see Linda Colsh, who is here from Belgium visiting family. We'll also see Cathy Kleeman, Mary Beth Bellah, and Martha Gilbert. Yipeee - a mental health day. Leaving the house at crack of dawn, so I am turning in early tonight.

it's that time again

Need I say more? Well, maybe. I remember the first time I did this to my studio, several Augusts ago. Everyone who knows me has heard that the place was so peaceful, all I could do was sit and stare into space. Of course, that's all i want to do now - but it is mostly from the exhaustion of filling a garbage bag with useless crap that was sitting around because I MIGHT, maybe, someday, use it. I have barely made a dent, but there is some progress. MS. CLOSET - where are you when I need you???? I've made a start. I would hardly call it an extreme makeover, but at least you can see the top of the table.

And I unearthed this photo which I had bought in Asheville and which was buried under STUFF. Aren't they lovely? Another happy couple.

On another note - before I went away, I was experimenting with wax again. I had this wonderful little corrugated shopping bag and I coated it (and the contents) in paint and beeswax. More or less a piece of encaustic sculpture.

Now if I could only find another corrugated shopping bag, I could do a series. But I have never seen another one and no supplier on the Internet that I have found, has such an item. So it will have to remain one of a kind.

aaaahhhhh

happiness is...being home in my own cluttered studio. I don't have to do a thing tonight but sit here and look at the mess. I had forgotten that I'd rearranged my furniture in an attempt to give myself more space. Shall have to fine-tune it this week. Meantime, I notice that a few of the pieces pinned to the wall have lost their pins and fallen down. No matter. I am overjoyed to be here. Marty picked us up at the airport and eventually, we left my mother with Gloria, who has come to stay with her temporarily. My feet are up, coffee cup in hand, and despite the caffeine, I will sleep well tonight. My daughter Jessica, who has started her own blog, informs me that mine is boring. I don't mind a bit.

birds

Does anybody know what these things are? I would say flamingos, but they don't seem big enough and I never see any standing on one foot. Suitcases are packed and we are ready to leave tomorrow morning to return the rental car and head for the Palm Beach airport, where they don't sell chewing gum but at least they have free wireless internet. Newark airport doesn't have free anything, but they do have a good Borders and they do sell gum. The only time I chew gum is on a flight -- except for the time when I gave up smoking. Then, I chewed so much my jaw hurt. But I digress. Anybody with a name for this flock of yard art, let's hear it.