My pens are always getting lost on my desk at work, plus people who sign consent forms often walk off with them. So today I made a bunch of flowers for my desk.... and just in case you thought I'd lost my marbles:
Welcome to my reality, my attempt to make sense of life and the human condition through artistic expression. My blog is primarily about my fibre art, which reflects my feelings, experiences, and thoughts. Inevitably, mental turmoil comes into it, as it informs much of my work.
It began when Melody Johnson moved to Tennessee (the butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazon and on the other side of the world someone makes a quilt!) and posted pics of room layouts. I spied a quilt over a chair in one picture and asked her to let us have a better look. I regret not being able to supply a link to the post showing the quilt, but if you go here and scroll down to November 26, you will see it.
I had that picture in the back of my mind when I got out this fabric, but deliberately didn't go back and look at it as I wanted to try and make something with the same... um... i don't know what... feel, or mood, perhaps, but not just a copy. I started with the triangles and then cut strips and just moved everything around and around until the following emerged:
It's not completely finished, but my day job is cramping my time and by 5pm I am just too tired to do much. Will post a pic when done.
I bought the mug in the middle one day because I was completely taken with the picture on it. It has inspired a quilt (still in progress so no pics yet). Sometime later I bought another and last Xmas my 14 yo daughter bought me the third. I only found out who the artist was when I brought home the second and said daughter commented "Oh yes, Klimt."
I found templates for this .. um... shape (it does have a long mathematical name) amongst the papers I've been sorting out, so I enlarged them on the photocopier and spent a happy evening in front of the TV, cutting, folding and glueing. It's now looking pretty good hanging in my office.
... an origami model, made from numerous pieces of square paper, none of them cut and nothing glued, only folded and inserted into each other. I was so delighted!!
Yesterday I left you with a picture of a box. Cut off the high sides, so you get this:
Keep the sides you cut off to one side. Now take TWO lids and cut off one short side of each:
Then tape them together, open sides together. I use clear parcel tape, cheap, wide and sticks like crazy.
Close-up of taped sides. It is important to do this on the INSIDES of the box:
Now strengthen sides with the bits of cardboard you cut off the main box earlier. Tape these to the sides of the two lids:
Stack a few of these double-lid boxes on top of each other and tape together:
Insert the boxes you cut down to size earlier a n d .... voila!
The only issue is how they will stand up under the weight of the fabric when all the "drawers" are full. I made two stacks of 7 each last night. IF they seem to be holding up, I will cover the fronts of the drawers so they look more like this:
which, if you it out a bit, reveals this: (you don't see the back bit so I save the sticky-backed vinyl for the part that shows.)
If they wear out too quickly at least it has only cost me a R6 roll of tape.What I like is that each individual "drawer" might get messy, but that won't affect the whole. Later I might sort fabrics into colours. Much later.
I am forever in search of the Holy Grail of Perfect Fabric Storage.... as I am sure many others are too. I've seen wonderful systems: shelves, cupboards, glass-fronted drawers etc etc. and wished I could have them. But alas, I do NOT have:
. I cut off one side of the box and replaced it with transparent laminating waste. I was trying to "make" glass-fronted drawers. But this was a miserable failure. Not only because they aren't sturdy enough, but because the piece you want is *always* at the bottom! and if you only have a small piece of something you'll never find it in a whole box full.
The batty middle-aged cat lady took the cat inside and stood her by the front door, where she greeted everyone as they came in, mostly by tripping them up as they walked past, since the cat was extremely transparent and often went unnoticed. When the batty cat lady's own toes were thus assailed one day, she uttered some unmentionable words and set about finding another use for the cat.
And so it came about that the cat was transformed from CD rack to yarn holder, with the help of some laminating waste cut into mega-bobbins and a small portion of the batty lady's considerable yarn collection.
And now the cat resides on a table, where it proudly bristles with pleasure whenever anyone looks at it. From time to time, it even changes colour, just like a chameleon.
*My critique of arty-crafty magazines:
The jury is still out on whether it should be painted or not. Jessica votes No, she says, she likes that you can see what it's made of; I say Yes, because I think it could look really amazing if painted. The bowl is surprisingly strong. (I think I *will* paint it - it's mine, after all!)
A word of caution: Rolling all those pages is VERY hard on the hand muscles. I suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome, repaired in one hand but not in the other. After completing this bowl, BOTH my hands were numb, tingling and aching for days. I'm sad about that, because it was fun to sit and do and I'd love to make more and play with different shapes, but I do need to take care of my hands. If I lose the use of them, I'd be a wreck.
Design credit: subscribers to Quilting Arts magazine may have noticed a little card that falls out of the magazine, encouraging you to subscribe to FiberArts magazine. On that little card is a picture, and that picture just HAD to be tried out - sewing circles, then cutting them apart and rejoining them randomly.
I previouslt mentioned cutting strips. TONS of strips. I went through stashes of scraps, ironing them and cutting strips. Some were fabrics I didn't like, some were fabrics I cut to add some colour and variety/interest.
Here they are from lightest to darkest and I am really not happy with them. So this project has stalled, while I try and figure out what it is that I don't like, and what it needs to make it right.
Of course I do realise it's way too late for the so-called "festive season" but that's too bad. Those who have the Gifts issue of Quilting Arts Magazine will recognise it, but I gave it 7 sides instead of 3 or 4 or whatever the article said, and I made it round instead of with straight sides.
I had tremendous fun making this. I used iron-on interfacing as the base and cut fabric into scraps and ironed them to the base fabric, together with bit of lace, braid etc. I am a compulsive hoarder, so I used up lots of my little bits and completely justified my hoarding, which will now intensify even more! Then I free-motion machined all over it to hold everything down. I had a long string of beads left over from making the chandelier, which I decided to drape around it.
He sits and watches the needle go up and down, up and down, up and down. I had to stop when he tried to grab the thread - I am so afraid I will sew over his paw. But he really is small enough that he can lie in this space while I sew. And I guess the sewing bed is nice and warm to lie on.
Ahhhhhhh, it's the simple joys, isn't it? Whatever I'm feeling, this little mite can make it better, with his huge eyes gazing up and his little engine purring away...
Yup, I'm in love.

And it's been useful. I save bits of fabric in it, or spools of thread or the wrapped threads I went on a binge of making.
*BOTH* kittens had snuggled up in it...! {smile} (I suppose it is a compliment.)

He's fully grown and was the rascal who just bewitched us at the SPCA and MADE us take him home. As you can see he moved right in and made himself at home. A real Thomas O'Malley, except that he is still sleek and only has one battle scar, a nick on his one ear. He has been singing duets with the other Tiger who lives next door, as they eye each other very suspiciously. I fear I am falling in love with Mickey. He is SOOOOO affectionate and purry. I say "fear" because I know the hurt will be greater if there is more kitty-loss in our future (we've had a bad run), but it's better to have loved and lost and all that...
Reality is never absolute, and each person’s interpretation of reality is unique, and equally valid. When one’s reality is that of a ‘different drum’, not shared by many, one can feel isolated and alienated in the world, and withdraw, feeling not-understood. I am awed by art’s power to bridge this divide, and to communicate, connect and bring understanding where previously there was separation and alienation; where we were ships passing in the night.
If my work strikes a chord with another person, I feel heard, and it is my fervent wish that the reality of the viewer is likewise validated.