In Search of a Voice

February 27, 2015

This week as I scoured and straightened my resume, in preparation to secure some steady work and since job hunting is an internet activity, I stumbled across Adela Akers’ work. I just finished a video about her processes and what inspires her work. I feel terribly foolish and wasteful letting time tumble through my hands like beach sand when I could have been working in my studio. I have fretted and worried about my future instead of being productive in the studio. I expended lots of energy working part time in the tech field and once the parts were installed  transitioning my  time was not effortless, switching from mathematical heavyweight computers to free spirited right brain activity, was a lot of work.  I  managed to squeeze time for investigating wet felting, some sketching, dyeing wool and exploring the properties of raising felted wool into vessels. I have met many wonderful and talented global crafters and  even those who raise sheep , a world I did not know existed. It has been a wild eight years but when I learned that Adela took what she knew as a foundation: weaving and turned it into a microphone for her creative voice, I became excited. She incorporated new dimensions by up-cycling materials leading the way towards a three- dimensional quality, often foreign in flat weaving. Ade lead me to Caroline Bartett 0f the UK who does stitched and block printed linen. I was moved by Tim Johnson exploration with human thumbprints and smooth stones. He works as on site installations and places of meditations. . I also found some great basket makers Dona Anderson, Dorothy Gill Barnes and Nancy Moore Bess of California.These great artist are part of my new direction.  I have become intensely tired of wet felting especially since all roads lead to wearable art (which I do not have any affection) and want to get back to making art, creating a statement and reflecting my inner voice once again because it is screaming to speak once again.



February 6, 2015

I cannot say I am returning to blogging just as I cannot say, I ever left.   I merely became distracted or refocused on other issues closer to my heart, well maybe more important. As they say, family is forever. Yes, family issues pulled me away. A close friend told me over the holidays that I was in need of discipline, after I healed from his blunt observation and revelation I have been mulling it around. Initially I fought it and justified my behavior by telling myself that he has no clue what I deal with on a daily bases thus I dismissed his comment as inaccurate. In the past month, as I am re-engaging with other felt makers, which has stirred my true love of textiles, I sense the lost ground and momentum gathered while experimenting with wet felt making. Maybe I do obsess a wee bit over the troubles of family members and take their battles as my own, instead of allowing them to discover the path for themselves. UGH. Instead of attending to my own needs that is to say creating with textiles, I forfeited my needs in light of theirs. This is a hard habit to break as I have attempted to re-engage activities in my studio for eight weeks. I recognize that habits are hard to break. I wake up in the early morning saying to myself, “Ok today I am working in my studio. Nighttime arrives and I fail to make an appearance into the studio.

Anyway, I have begun a fresh journey even though I am unsure of the exact directions. My first step in returning to work is that I have been cataloging my previous work and without a journal, my memory is foggy concerning the details such as the dates. I can say with all confidence, I enjoyed pushing the limits of my understanding, crossing techniques and making a few of my own in the process. I enjoy the idea of vessels, something very impractical. Felt making has been historically a functional process of making coverings for the body or even protection for shelters or rugs to cover the walking surface. It is to me eye candy like a well-composed painting. I spent the afternoon investigating silk and the antiquity of it because a few of my pieces incorporated hand dyes silk into wool. The juxtaposition seems appropriate because wool seems practical and silk more exotic, the luxury fabric of the leisure class. Silk is fragile and just does not have the longevity of hardy wool. Many silk quilts do not survive because of the various minerals used in processing the silk or even the dyes tear down the properties of the fabric