Jim transformed the berries into an awesome pie. On Monday evening the boys brought the creation down to the art studio and we all feasted before dinner. I was on my way to the annual BloomMagazine reception, and although there was food I couldn’t possible go without trying the pie! Dawn Adams and I had a wonderful time. I got to see the most recent issue of Bloom and I was delighted to see a large photo of me from the local artist showcase event that Bloom puts on in the winter. If that wasn’t enough, the ad for the Fourth Street Festival also features a giant image of one of my pieces, Summer Salad. It was a good evening for me!
With the annual Fourth Street event coming up over the Labor Day weekend, I’ve been trying to spend as much time in the art studio as humanly possible. I even make the sacrifice of eating pie for breakfast (with espresso) in my art studio!
I’m currently working on a northern pond piece, which is really the home for my loon. I have completed the background, the cattails and the accompanying leaves. I made them out of used paperclips that I straightened out and wrapped with yarn. I found a nice brown chenille to make the actual cattail heads.
They recall a warm, fuzzy memory for me, since in Czech the word for cattail is ‘cigar’. I remember as a child trying unsuccessfully to light them. I’m also working on tomatoes for a piece, and I am eight tomatoes shy of the completed work. I still have to make some of the stems and leaves, but I have several meetings ahead of me. That translates into plenty of tomato poking time. I hope to have the piece completed by Labor Day.
I got to work on the components of the Tomato piece because we made one last trip to Grandma’s before school began on Wednesday. We had a delightful trip, and in addition to making tomatoes on the drive, I made progress on a number of other fronts. I had been thinking about making more underground pieces. I was looking for memorable and rusted objects that evoke an emotional response. Pieces that trigger a memory of something forgotten that used to be a regular part of your life. While Jim and Tommie were off fishing, Grandma, Jacob and I went off to an antique mall across the street from our lunch spot. I found a tintype photograph of two army officers that I knew I wanted to incorporate into a weaving. I also found rusted old metal cars and a rusty fishing lure, among other treasures. Grandma said she had plenty of those old rusty lures out in Grandpa’s pole barn. Sure enough I found plenty of those, as well as a trove of other rusted treasures. While I was there, Grandma’s neighbor Kathey Gibson came over and saw what I was doing. That brought on an invitation from Ben Gibson to dig through his garage. He had years of rusty history in his garage! I found old keys, antique welding goggles, rusted tools, and treasures of all sorts. I have two big bags to sort through some quiet day this winter.
As I sit to recount my memories of the past few weeks, I realize how jam packed the whole time has been. We brought back two big bags of transparent apples from Grandma’s prized tree. They became three freezer pies, uncounted tupperwares of frozen chunks for muffins, and a big bowl of applesauce.
The boys wanted to go on one last kayaking adventure, so we went to find the place Cindy Creek, the boy’s first grade teacher who got us started on kayaking, called Crinoid Beach. We paddled across the lake to find the ‘beach’ – they are really more of limestone outcroppings. I’m not sure that we landed on Crinoid Beach but we landed on a beach with lots of rocks with holes in them – perfect for incorporating into weavings, so for me it’s now the Rocks-with-Holes-in-them Beach.
The boys got to swim and we all had lots of fun splashing around and having our lunch.
And on Friday night, Jim tested (and passed!) his test for half-red, half-black belt in Taekwondo. We’re so proud of him!
Until next week,