I'm honored to be teaching and speaking at Quiltcon East, in beautifully gothic Savannah Georgia in 2017, with an amazing line-up of new and familiar faces.
I'm happy to announce improv quilt workshops and an exhibition scattered across the country. I may be teaching in your neighborhood soon!
Remembering a geo-psychic, temporary public art project for the city of Durham, NC, that marked the beginning of urban (and personal) renewal.
My improvisational patchwork process is getting a boost from taking an improv theater workshop. It also affirms my deepest values: discovery is the path to freedom, freedom is the path to connection, connection is the path to joy.
This one quilt "Manna" brought in $16,000. I wonder about the power, the extravagant generosity of art to move people and rain bread from heaven.
Eli Leon has over 1000 African-American quilts in the improvisational style and he invited me to his home to see his collection!
For the Improv Round Robin, we followed the cardinal rule of improv theater, no matter what fellow performers say or do always affirm and build on their actions to keep the skit going.
"this is a communal quilt project designed... in an effort to get more quilters/embroiderers/textilefolks to exercise their potty-mouths in textile form."
I decided to accept Chawne's challenge, and use it as an opportunity to tell the story of the first time I exercised my potty-mouth...
In 1971, I was seven years old. I came home from school one afternoon. My grandparents were visiting and sitting on the couch. My little brother was playing at the other end of the living room. I began taunting him with a saying I had heard at school that day.
If you see Kay... tell her hi!
I didn't know what it meant, but I thought it must be something cool and clever. Maybe I had the sense that it was taboo in some way. All the other kids were repeating it behind the teachers' backs.
F you see Kay... tell her hi!
F U see Kay... tell her hi!
F. U. C. K... tell her hi!
I was unrelenting with my taunt until my four year old brother started to cry. My grandparents overheard. My mother grabbed me by the collar and took me to another room. She made me repeat the nasty saying. My dad took me to the bathroom and scraped a bar of soap against my upper teeth. I wasn't allowed to drink any water. I was sent to my room without dinner... I still didn't understand what I had said but I knew it was bad.
The moral of this story... If you choose to exercise your potty-mouth there will be consequences. Good luck Chawne! And thanks for the opportunity to participate.
Dear readers, if you have a memory of the first time you exercised your potty-mouth, I would love to hear it!
I remember the Thursday in early April that I first rode my bike to the Alameda Yarn Shop. I was bored and didn't know anyone in the area, so I looked online for a knitting group. Sure enough one was meeting that very night from 5-9 PM at the local yarn shop in Alameda.
I walked in near the beginning of the evening and there were several serious women, who knew each other quite well, knitting away and eating chocolates. Everyone seemed surprised to see a complete stranger ride up on her bike to join the group, but I was quickly welcomed, and by the end of the evening things got a little rowdy...
I've been a regular ever since. It's hard to describe why it's so much fun to check in with this group of fellow knitters on a weekly basis. It's the punctuation of community I guess. We catch up on the little daily stuff of our lives. We share patterns and techniques, progress on current work, and dreams for future projects. We joke and have fun with each other over things like stash, unfinished projects, and other small faults and foibles.
I like this group because of it's diversity. Knitting is what brings us together, but sharing the stories of our lives is what keeps us coming. I like their wisdom and sense of humor especially on subjects of aging, marriage, parenting, and romance.
This week I took my biological sister to meet my knitting sisters in crime and she had a fantastic time!
What does it mean to be an artist? It's about the truth of who I am in relationship to my self, to others, to my craft and to my being in the world.
Before I moved to San Francisco in 2008, I lived in North Carolina for 32 years, the last 18 in Durham, Chapel Hill & Carrboro. That's where I am now, visiting friends and family in NC. I'm also heading east from Durham to Wrightsville Beach and then west to Asheville and beyond to Penland School of Craft for a couple of days.
This photo was taken by Artie Dixon of the Passage Quilting workshop I taught at Penland the Summer of 2006. We worked through a lot of issues in two weeks including, divorce, anniversaries, coming of age, and death. See pictures from that workshop here. I'll be teaching again at Penland, during the Summer of 2011. Stay tuned...
I am migrating a Passage Quilting project to daintytime from an earlier now defunct studio blog, which I used for the purpose of updating clients on their projects in progress. In 2009, Beth El Synagogue in Durham, NC commissioned me to do five Torah mantels from meaningful materials donated by the congregation. The project unfolded nicely and I think it's worth publishing more widely. I hope you will enjoy following the process posts on this project for the next few Wednesdays.
March 20, 2009
Starting a new project. Materials for Beth El Synagogue Torah Mantels on the studio wall. Lots of blue and white. Good mix. All I need is something black. Would also like to use more kippot in lots of different colors. I like the curved triangular shape. Can imagine lots of these triangles scattered through the striped pattern.
This project is on hold until I can see about the additional materials. Will there be enough for five mantels?