You guys, I am the luckiest lady. I had the sweetest birthday yesterday thanks to this wonderful, generous, interesting community of people that I know. And on top of that, I have an amazing partner by my side. I can’t express enough thanks!
I’ve recently received some beautiful natural materials from my rockin’ lady friends: turtle bones and horse hair and human hair and eggshells to incorporate into the nests I am building.
Thank you x 10000000000. I really can’t say thanks enough.
Above, check out the beautiful eggshells from Luz. The colors!
The (first part of the) nest of gratitude is complete.
Typewriter on kitakata, thread, hair; approximately 4 x 4 x 2 1/2″
Now I have some ceramic work to do to create a base. There will be teeth involved (!).
Happy Sunday, all. I’m going to go see my friend Lizza and the ladies at Bon today, yippee.
Inspired by Abby and Katey (and others – so much nest imagery in the department!), I am building a nest of gratitude out of thank you notes.
A whole bunch of amazing ladies have stepped into my life recently and taken me under their collective wing, and for this I am thankful.
I have embarked on a new series of etchings regarding gratitude. Etching is hard and etching is time consuming, but I find it to be a really fulfilling process and it creates an image quality that simply can’t be achieved any other way. Such depth. I was talking to Charles about etching last night, and he made the interesting and fitting observation that etching is the one kind of printmaking that hasn’t really been modernized in the same way that other techniques have (for example, photolithography or the incorporation of digital technologies). Etching is metal and acid and drawing; there isn’t too much of a way around it, and I think this may explain some of its appeal.
In other news, I’m back at preschool and I’m taking a ceramics class at community college. Both of these things are moving along wonderfully and I am full of gratitude. In ceramics so far I’ve made three drawings (of my teeth, bicycle helmet, and a quoin key) and a really uneven pinch pot. But I really love working with clay and my teacher is wonderful. He said, “we’re not forcing the clay; we’re coaxing it,” which is really good advice not only in this specific situation, but maybe in most situations (working with children? Asana practice, mechanical things, interacting with people to get things done?).
I told the little girl that I babysit that I am in ceramics class, and she asked about clay. I told her that it is like play dough, but from the earth (I don’t know how good of an explanation this is), and she asked, “doesn’t it [the earth] get smaller if we take pieces off of it?”
Here are some scans from a recent book: “iamfeelingsomanyfeelings (gratitude), typewriter, Polaroids, etching, map, ticket, thread, 8 5/8 x 7 1/4”, 2012.
If you can’t tell, lately I’ve been in the mood to type on the typewriter and sew and weave bits of (sentimental) trash.
…Maybe it’s time to start drawing again.
I made a book. The glue is still wet.
It’s a weird one because I made half of the pages before traveling, and half after. I think this is pretty apparent; I was headed down one path before I left and I came back on another.
In other news, tomorrow I start a new job.
I’m so thankful for new friends and old friends.