Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Thoughts on Blogging

Alas, we returned from our trip and within a day, my eldest daughter had an accident that left her in pain, on crutches and with a big boot on her right ankle. Needless to say, her injury has put the brakes on some of our plans. (I sound rather like a broken record, don't I?)

Posting here will likely be sporadic as I help her through her recovery. Until then, I'd like to leave you with an excerpt from a conversation she and I had as the family sipped hot chocolate round a restaurant's fire pit on a brisk day in California.

Daughter: "I don't understand the point of blogging. "

Mom: "I like blogging. I enjoy the interaction. It's like having a conversation."

Daughter: "Ha! Blogging isn't talking to someone. It's talking to yourself and hoping somebody cares."

Yep, nothing like a teen's sharp sense of humor...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Monday, August 9, 2010

Lying Fallow

I just walked past the rented sewing machine I hoped to use while here in California. Alas, it's sitting alone and forlorn, under its dust cover. Maybe I'll get to it tomorrow. If not, I'm going to be heartened by a statement by Lyric Kinard at the start of her book, Art + Quilt, about a period in her life: "My progress was slow because my priorities needed to lie elsewhere." Yep, that's me right now.

But, like Lyric, I'm using this downtime to store up thoughts, ideas, and to learn. I've just started to read through Lyric's book. Her first chapter is interspersed with quotes and short excerpts from lots of creative folk, from writers, to fiber artists, to painters. It's inspiring to read about creativity and the personal path to reach it.

I've also been reading, Finding your Own Visual Language, by Jane Dunnewold, Claire Benn and Leslie Morgan. What a great idea to make all the illustrations related to the exercises in black and white to make it easier to focus on composition and not "... the seduction of color". The intent of the book is to facilitate each artist's journey to discover the compositional style that best suits his/her artistic voice. This book is rife with exercises I've never seen before. Like Dunnewold's book, Complex Cloth, I find myself getting antsy as I read -- how can anyone read these books cover to cover without leaping up, absolutely overflowing with ideas? While I haven't been able to snip a thread or put paintbrush to fabric, my head and heart are bursting with excitement nonetheless. I can't wait to try out some of these exercises.

For now, I am content with my camera. There aren't lots of photo opportunities on the drive to and from the physical therapist's office, but we have gone on a few driving explorations when my daughter's knee can tolerate it. The other day we decided to discover what lay in "that" direction. When we'd had enough, we turned around in a parking lot, only to discover a rusty old pick up truck. It was gorgeous in its decay. My pictures don't do it justice, but here's one photo I do still like.


I hope all's well with you.