Frisky

My Feelings work continues with Frisky.  I had so much fun with this one.  And I love the colors!

When I think “frisky”, I think of kittens and puppies, of the old television series Happy Days where Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham would occasionally disappear upstairs because one or the other was feeling “frisky”, and of childhood play, particularly spinning in circles until we got so dizzy we collapsed on the lawn in fits of giggles.

We grow up.  We stop spinning.  We forget the euphoria that comes from simple play.  What if we took that feeling back and inserted a little friskiness into our every day?

Be silly.  Act goofy.  Re-invent an imaginary friend.  Do whatever natural thing works to lighten your mood.  Don’t worry about what other people think.

You’re the one who matters so matter to yourself and feel a little frisky!

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.  Please share your thoughts!

Frisky (link to poem)

Frisky - Full

Frisky - Detail 01

Frisky - Poem Label

Frisky - Original Sketch

Original Sketch

Next up: The next Feeling comes from the opposite side of the emotional spectrum.  This could get a little dark, but that’s okay because we can’t feel positive ALL the time, can we?


Info about my Feelings series: I interpret my random abstract doodles as emotions.  The guiding point is the outer boundary of the doodle.  The boundary evokes the feeling.  From there, I contemplate how to bring that particular feeling alive in fabric. 

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Inquisitive

I’ve been working on this piece since early May and just finished as June was winding down.  It doesn’t usually take almost two months for me to complete an art quilt; that makes me feel like I’m slacking off.

However, in my own defense to myself, I have been a bit busy — a couple of out-of-town business trips (a new thing, not sure I like it), a son’s college graduation, assorted beer fests and summer parties.  Before I knew it, all the weekends were booked solid and the weekdays didn’t allow much in the way of available studio time either.  I’m not complaining; we had lots of fun, but I do miss my studio time.  It’s one of my favorite things to do and places to be.

This is the second in my Feelings work.  If you’ll recall, I am interpreting my random abstract doodles as emotions.  The guiding point is the outer boundary of the doodle.  The boundary evokes the feeling.  From there, I contemplate how to bring that particular feeling alive in fabric.  This process is quite enjoyable and seems to flow, which I take to mean I’m on the right track.

We peer through keyholes (or we did in the old days when one could see through locks), we use magnifying glasses or microscopes, we ask questions.  The “why” of the child never really leaves us.  Curiosity – inquisitiveness – is an excellent trait to have.  It’s part of how we learn and we should never stop.

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.  Please share your thoughts!

Inquisitive (link to poem)

Inquisitive - Finished

Inquisitive - Detail

Inquisitive - Poetry Label

Inquisitive - Orig. Sketch

Original doodle

Next up: The next feeling is underway.  Stay tuned!

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The Past Builds the Future

My younger stepson, Z, formerly Hockey Boy, graduated from college this past weekend.  His entire family is devoutly proud of him.  He studied civil engineering with an emphasis in construction management and a minor in structures, played college level hockey for the first two years, and worked as a cook in a campus bar for the last two.

We watched Z grow from a teenager obsessed with hockey (he was the State Championship goalie his senior year in high school) into a man who is committed to his girlfriend, his future career, and his family.  He works at all the important things and he works hard.

Z grew in college, stepping away from hockey.  When younger, the thought of not playing was devastating, however, midway through school, he informed us he was not going to continue with hockey in order to focus on classes and work.  We asked if he was certain; his response conveyed a practicality and maturity not often seen in college juniors.  He went on to finish his last two years with a full class load, two jobs, and visits to his girlfriend at her university, maintaining a GPA above 3.0 throughout it all.  He also included lots of fun in his schedule – that is part of what college is for after all. 🙂

Earlier this year, he accepted an offer with a local design/build construction firm where he will be a project manager, overseeing design and construction on the projects to which he is assigned.  He starts later this summer.

From playing hockey, Z learned time management.  He learned dedication.  He learned commitment.  And he learned loyalty.  These skills will help him to succeed in the construction industry.  His past will build his future.

Z’s future is infinite.  We can’t wait to see what he does with it.

Made with so much love, pride, and joy…

The Past Builds the Future

The Past Builds the Future - Full

The Past Builds the Future - Detail 01

The Past Builds the Future - Detail 02

The Past Builds the Future - Label

Next up: The second in my work to create feelings in fiber…

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Inflamed

I’ve spent the last couple years trying to find my artistic voice.  Ultimately, this is a lifelong journey – an artist finds her voice, people recognize her work without having to read a sign or look for a signature on a piece and then, somewhere down the line, just like happens when people grow from childhood into our teens, the voice alters.  If she’s lucky, elements of the “known” voice remain and people still recognize her art as Her.  Or in this case, Me.

Finding one’s voice is tricky.  It’s not like looking for Easter eggs behind the shrubs and among the high grass.  It’s not even like looking for your keys when you just know you put them right here.  The eggs have color working in their favor and keys always seem to turn up, even if in the most unlikely place.  The artistic voice is illusive.  The more you search, the quieter the voice becomes.

And that is downright frustrating.

If you were to look through my gallery (click the link in the menu), you would likely say, yeah, she’s right, her work is all over the place.  There’s no unifying element of design or color or theme (the crosses were part of the voice search – a start but ultimately just a theme, not my voice).  On one hand, I’m okay with this disparate body of work.  I’m still new to my artistic career and I’ve only earned a small chunk of the 10,000 hours needed to become an “expert”.  I’m also okay with always learning.  In fact, I think “expert” is like “perfect” – a ridiculous notion, both of them.  A little humility and imperfection is better for the soul.

But on the other hand, I’m an impatient woman.  I want what I want and I want it NOW.  The universe laughed at me for that.  Loudly.

So, I researched and read and asked other artists how one finds their voice.  And this is what they said:

Narrow the focus.  Limit the technique and the size and the color and whatever else it takes to have as close to a singular focus for your work as is humanly possible.

This too was difficult.  I have a series of sketches, all abstract, odd shapes.  Doodles, really, but fun shapes for my art.  I rebel against square, don’t forget.  I planned to take those sketches – clouds, I thought – and create my next series.  Within the outer boundary line of each sketch, I drew a circle, a spiral, three stripes, and one other shape.  I thought, “This!  This is my narrow focus!”  And then I created a piece with all those elements and it was a crashing disaster.  It did not work.  At all.  Horrible composition when I took it off the page and into the studio.  A lesson from the genius that is my muse.  I paid attention and learned, which is really the best outcome when something for which you had high hopes goes sideways.

Back to the drawing board I went (the one in my head).  I muddled and pondered and grimaced and grouched and begged the spirit that sends me ideas to help me figure out just what the heck those sketches were, just how the heck I was supposed to narrow them down into something that might just turn out to be my voice.

The artistic spirit who hangs around me stepped up (it took a few days…the universe is always trying to teach me patience).  I was reading a book on my lunch hour.  I don’t know what the passage said.  I don’t know what triggered the revelation, but suddenly, exactly like the proverbial spark of inspiration, I realized I was not drawing clouds in those little sketches.  I was drawing FEELINGS!!!

A light went on.  And I knew how to proceed.

The sketch became “Inflamed”, a feeling of passion, of ire, of pain, of pleasure.  The tight, narrow focus to my work now is the feeling each sketch evokes.

Finding my voice might be closer than I think.  It’s certainly closer today than it was a month ago.

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.  Please share your thoughts!

Inflamed (link to poem)

Inflamed - Copyright

Inflamed - Detail 03

No. 01 Orig Sketch

The original sketch, for comparison

There’s no poem for this piece.  To me, the piece IS the poem because feelings are always poetry to me.

Next up: I’m working on the design for the next feeling in my sketch pile, but first, I have a stepson graduating from college.  He needs a gift.

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Airport Layout Plan: Houston Hobby

I build airports for a living.  My day job, since the 1990s, has been in aviation construction management, working in the finance side for massive construction programs.  My first art quilt was the airport layout plan for Austin-Bergstrom.

Austin-Berstrom Airport

Airport Layout Plan: Austin-Bergstrom and what I think construction plans should look like

I’ve hung that piece in every office I’ve had.  I’m on my 3rd airport construction program (these things run for years!) and, when I re-embraced my inner artist, I knew I would make art quilts depicting the airports on which I’ve worked.  Houston Hobby was my second stop, where we built a new concourse for Southwest Airlines.  I’ve always thought the building looked like a stealth bomber.

This is my colorful, abstract take on Houston’s smaller airport.  It’s not my best composition, but it’s still fun!

Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.  Please share your thoughts!

Airport Layout Plan: Houston Hobby (link to poem)

ALP: Houston Hobby (c)

ALP: Houston Hobby - Detail 01

ALP: Houston Hobby - Detail 02

ALP: Houston Hobby - Poetry Label

I owe you a post about the glorious fabric stash a co-worker brought me from India and pictures of my new studio.  I haven’t forgotten.  Promise.  I’ll get it up eventually.

One of these days, I’ll get around to creating my 3rd airport – O’Hare International but until then…

Next up: I’m on a mission to find my voice.  I’m going to make what I’m calling a cloud series.  Stay tuned.

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