In the Name of Art

Collage Piercing

Another of the stitched and sometimes woven, sometimes collaged photography. This one is more of a collage. I have some photos that I've been looking at for 20 years waiting for them to tell me what to do with them. They've finally started to let me know how they want to get out in the world.

Fiber never completely leaves my work alone, tangles, odd irregular knots and random stitches have started to appear in places I never expected them. I remember being a bored 4 year-old and begging my grandmother for something to do. She gave me a needle, some thread and a piece of cloth and told me to sew something. It was a wonderful mess, completely random but completely entrancing. I might as well still be on that porch on Pearl St. enchanted by the way string brought things together.

Some Portrait Journaling

So I'm looking through my files for more paper weavings and my attention deficit or fugue behavior or whatever takes over and when I see these just laying there taking up space I decided to post them here. They didn't make it into the portrait journal colaborative(I'm in this 24 person colaborative self-portrait project that was supposed to end in July) because I couldn't bear to part with them. I ADMIT, I worked ahead of schedule on some of them because I wanted to see what I could do outside the constraints of each journal. Turned out it was better to work with those more spontaneous constraints than my own Ohmygawd-I've-Got-To-Make-This-Perfect attitude. But anyway, these I liked and saved. I need to put them in my new art journal so they aren't hanging around in files distracting me.

The one with the columns in it is related to my (nearly) life-long preoccupation with all sorts of religion and myth and visually presents my too-frequent state of mind. I long for doric order, all that serenity and such but more often end up with creative chaos, which really isn't all that bad, its just not very calm.

Juggling roses isn't as clear an idea and is more romantic looking but it happened and I like its gossamer, girly kind of quality.