The latest stitched work. The borders on the thread aren't as presise and are more branch-like, similar to the smoke bush branches I flattened and glued down. The image of the man with the chrysantemum in his lapel and high white collar was irresistable. He needed some more flowers so on they went.
Last of the red and black journal entries but this one is readable. Sometimes having a brush in hand means a meditation on art production and this is one of those. Since my background isn't strictly art but art education, I've spent some time musing on the mysteries of art production and it's benefits but it is all slippery and Loren Eisley said it much better than I. But since I also believe in putting it out there and putting it down on the paper (which must seem like utter foolishness to some), here's one of those musings!
The guy without a head comes from a group photo of 1960's missionaries (or church group) and his head is somewhere in another piece. But oh! Those men in suits! They seem so fragile and self important, I can't resist putting some Greek sculpture there in place of the missing head. This is not just Surrealism at work but an ornery sense of the absurd. Come to think of it, the Surrealists were ornery absurdists themselves!
It's been awhile. I've worked on art but when I signed onto Diane Ravitch's education blog and went to the library for books I've actually been reading and watered the flower beds over and over, my output was reduced. My schedule for the show in November stipulates (yes, I stipulate to myself) 2 of the works shown here for July and August. One more to go....this one is about measuring and the theme came right out of all my reading on Ravitch's blog about high stakes testing (we are being led by idiots in education but that's a story for another day). Tiny strips of shredded money cover the eyes of the people and little lead numbers are bound to tulle and hang loosely over the small collages. The next one might have to be topical too.
.....and a goddess danced. There is a message, but it's been smudged, written over and erased for good measure. Happy 4th! The red and the white are here but the blue is missing. Later I'm off to the family picnic and I'm glad the air conditioning will be on, it's sunny, no clouds and feels like a sauna out there. It's 11:30 and 89 degrees. I may have to move to Alaska. Stitched work is almost finished and another journal page is in the works so those are coming up soon.