and the green three-toed sloth whistles far and wee

giant 3-toed sloth with hot air balloons

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles
far
and
wee

—[in Just-] from Chansons Innocentes by e.e. cummings

Fooling around in my journal pages recently. I couldn’t think of what to paint after I’d done the striped clouds on this journal page, and slowly, out of my not-caring and my not-thinking of very much at all, came this cahracter. My queer little balloonman is neither lame nor ominously, sexually goat-footed; he’s a harmless giant three-toed sloth, sporting the greenish fur that many sloths develop during the rainy season, as a result of algae growing in special grooves in their fur.  Sloths, like sly satyr balloonMen, communicate (far and wee) with whistle-like sounds.

Below, painting of a bunch of slightly sinister allium blooms that was really an experiment in laying down blocks of background color using a large square piece of foam, and the sort of rippled texture created when you pull the foam away from the wet, semi-translucent paint.

I find the subject of flowers—unless they are stylized into ornamental ones—very awkward to do…am not used to drawing or painting realistic ones at all. I’ve been asked to do a painting of flowers for an acquaintance’s mother, in exchange for the 6-meter roll of absolutely gorgeous Belgian linen painter’s canvas that he didn’t know what to do with and just gave to me. So I have been trying to get used to the idea of painting flowers, though I realize that these alien-looking spore-balls are not what he means. The guy is a local drunk and a grease-monkey off the oil rigs…i.e. very working class, and I’ll bet my money that his idea of a good painting of flowers is “like  a photograph”. I can hear the echoes of countless old biddies at the art stalls in airports the world over: “Oh, my, now isn’t that clever?! They look so real, just like a photograph! So clever“. (Oh, hey, now there’s an idea. I could get a flower photograph blown up and printed on canvas, then shlop on some transparent textural acrylic medium to look like dimensional brush strokes. Dear old mum probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

Just kidding. I may be a cynical person, but I have a little integrity. So I am thinking of Georgia O’Keeffe and Frida Kahlo, because I would be happier doing a large close-up of a flower than the usual “flowers-in-a-vase on a tablecloth” arrangement. But really, I don’t have an idea, yet…it could turn out completely different from anything he, or I, anticipate!

alliums

DIY craft foam stamps

DIY craft foam stamps

I drew the design onto a thin sheet of craft foam, using a pink Sharpie marker. Then, using a combination of scalpel (X-acto knife) and small, sharp scissors, I cut the design out. Patience and very sharp new blades made this part easier. Floating bits, like the flowers inside the paisley shapes, weren’t a problem, because all the loose elements got glued to a rigid base, later on.

homemade foam stamps

I cut a piece of MDF to size, sprayed it with a permanent adhesive (90 High Strength Adhesive, by 3M, in this case) and stuck the foam shapes down. I let the adhesive dry for a couple of hours, and by then I was dying to use my new stamp…

For printing with foam, I like to brush acrylic paints (plus a few drops of retarder, but hardly any water…a damp brush is pretty much all the water that gets into the paint) onto a second piece of foam (I’ve got thicker foam for this…I use those smooth foam camping or yoga mats) and press my stamp onto the paint. I check to make sure that the entire surface of the stamp has paint on it.

Then, because I am too impatient to prepare some nice surfaces for printing (typical!) I grab anything that looks printable—an unpainted hand-bound journal, a sheet of creamy writing paper, my messy personal journal—and stamp my new design around a few times, for some instant gratification and just to work it out of my system. I might play with the impressions afterwards: painting in different colors, outlining with pens, shading with colored pencils, whatever…

Now that I’ve had my ‘play time’ with the stamp, I can start thinking about better ways* to put it to use than just stamping everything in sight, like some demented ‘Cowboy X”. :)
MDF cannot be washed in the sink (it goes to hell), so when I want to clean my stamp, I moisten a rag and blot the stamp against this rag a few times, then use the rag to wipe around the sides of the stamp, until the foam looks clean.
* Foam stamps work very well on cotton fabrics, too (wash and iron fabric, first, okay?!) You can use regular acrylic paints if you don’t intend to wash the printed fabric. Otherwise, use fabric paints and heat-set according to the manufacturer’s instructions.

If you’ve got any questions about this post, fire away in the comments section, and I’ll try answer them as best I can. Have fun!

Darwin to KL

somewhere over Bali

My airport scenario sort of went as screenwritten—well, minus the songs and dancing. I was fifth off the plane and had my visa in 5 minutes (a security guard asked me where the hell I thought I was going, trying to jump a barricade, and when I told him my next flight was in the process of boarding, he took my passport and visa fee, went to the head of the long, long queue, and got my visa for me. Dirty looks from people in line. But the Helpless Female archetype has its uses.)

There is no transit lounge at Denpasar airport, I found out. One must first “enter the country” by walking out one side of the building (Welcome to Bali!) and then go round to the departures side of the building (Thank you for coming!) I got to the check-in desk as they were making a last call for me…for a minute my spirit soared: the ground crew sprang into action, a lot of urgent radio conversations ensued…but I was far too late: security gates had shut down long before, and I had yet to go through Customs…not enough time. There would not have been enough time even if Denpasar did have a transit lounge.

As predicted, I ended up having to buy another ticket. Another 150 dollars didn’t kill me, but it left me with 300 bucks for my entire stay here. Inconvenient, but it’s possible to get by on that. When I finally e-mailed Kris and tell him what happened, he replied simply “I knew my cat would land on all fours, no matter which window she fell out of.” This is as close to a pat on the head as I’ll get from him, so I lap it up. It’s sort of like being told “That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.”

DSCF1906

Made KL by 12:30 a.m.—the bus station had closed but there was a small group of taxi pimps on the street in front of the station, trying to attract passengers. All I had to do was ask “Pulau Pinang?”

A big guy nodded “You come with me.”

He led me down a side street, and put me on the very last seat of an air-conditioned bus bound for Penang, (it took off 5 minutes later)

“Here your change, here your ticket, enjoy Penang!” he said, then opened his arms and asked “Want hug? Ah, only joking, lah!” I like it here, already.

I slept most of the way, and arrived at the Sungai Nibong bus terminal on Pinang Island at 5:30 a.m.

*oink*

The Nightmare :: beating it into submission

The cover’s almost there…I’ll be working it into the corners, today…

soon, my lovelies, soon…. (cackle)

(oh, and psst! there’s a tutorial for blackwork on paper on my other blog)

and for those embroiderers out there…here’s the Back Side of the Dark Side:

The Nightmare begins…

The Nightmare

Image via Wikipedia

I spent this past weekend at a two-day Handmade Christmas craft fair. I always sell out at craft fairs because I don’t make very much to begin with, but what little I do make is well-wrought, one-of-a-kind, and so special that I don’t have to hawk my wares, demonstrate anything, deliver a non-stop sales spiel, or offer bargain deals on things. The sort of folks who buy my stuff know exactly what they want, don’t question the prices, and often come to the annual two-day Marara Christmas craft fair looking for me.

A handbound journal

In between meetings with these particular customers, I spend a lot of time just waiting and watching the rest of the holiday shoppers flow past me like a river. I try to bring something to work on every year (because it looks less awkward than standing at your table with your hands behind your back, smiling at every passerby, or having to converse with lonely people who pretend to be interested in your work when they really just want to tell you about themselves) and this year I took the black cover of my Sketchbook Project 2011 to work on.

I used graph paper as a guide, and pricked all the holes out beforehand with a bookbinder’s awl; then I worked an allover blackwork pattern—reminiscent of buttons now I think on it—in black embroidery floss with a tapestry needle. It was very soothing, repetitive work that made the hours fly by quickly. I wandered off in my own thoughts about Nightmare, and escaped the horror of hearing “Rocking Around The Christmas Tree” 27 times in a day.

It’s a quiet, rich, and serious start on the sketchbook, and I am loving the subtle black-on-black (yet highly tactile) effect on the back cover. No doubt I will continue to work with thread on the front cover, but the monotony of the pattern needs a focal point.

The Sketchbook Project 2011 :: A late start

The Sketchbook Project: 2011

The best way to get something done is to publicly commit to doing it. And if you had to pay a fee at the start, so much the better…nothing more motivating than the idea that US$45 will vanish into thin air if you don’t fulfill your side of the deal.

So in early November I signed up for The Sketchbook Project. The deadline for posting the sketchbook back to The Brooklyn Art Library is 15 January 2011…and of course they sent the parcel First Class, which means that it didn’t turn up on my end until 3 December.

Which is even better, because I’m less likely to be precious about it, or try to impress anyone—there isn’t time for anything but to dive deep into my creative wells and bring up dripping fistfuls of imagery on my chosen theme.

I have 5 weeks or so to turn my sketchbook into a Nightmare.

So here it is, my $20 Moleskine cahier with black cover. Moleskines are possibly the most overrated, over-hyped examples of notebook mediocrity on the market today. The paper? It’s shite. The binding? Nothing special…it looks like it was made with a sewing machine. That bit of paper “pocket” stuck in the back? Quite useless. But oh, they’re SO popular. Why? People are suckers for a bit of advertising and image styling, I guess.

There is a world of fabulous papers out there—of exceptional quality—for every medium and every kind of treatment. Find the paper that fits your work and enhances it, I say, popular brand or not! As a consumer, stop slavishly teaching yourself to use what manufacturers force upon you, and start demanding that they raise the standards of their products to suit your exacting needs.

a gutted Moleskine cahier

My first duty as a bookbinder was, of course, to gut the notebook…get rid of the offending paper pages, and rip out that flap glued to the back cover…the black cover is non-negotiable—there’s a bar code on it that needs to stay—so I’ll work with that, but I am going to get some good, heavy paper for the pages tomorrow… it won’t have as many leaves as the original cahier, but it’s about quality, not quantity.

I’ll document the work as I go, both here and on The Sketchbook Project site.

Committing to 15 Projects

This picks up where the last post, Michael Nobbs Takes 20 Minutes a Day, left off. The simple idea is to:

….Pick something you’d like to achieve and publicly commit to doing it.

Then regularly (everyday if possible, but at least three or four times a week) work on your project for twenty minutes.

Michael Nobbs | Sustainably Creative » Take the 20 minutes a day challenge.

Deciding to take this challenge up, I made a (rather long) list of things I’d like to work on, make, achieve, experience, do…and picked the first (or the most pressing) fifteen items on that list. I’m going to try and give each of these items 20 minutes,at least 3 or 4 days a week, and see if I can bring them all closer to the finish line at a roughly even rate, without neglecting any one of them.

15 Projects I am publicly commiting to doing...

1. Fill a sketchbook with drawings

2. Join a group and complete a 365 photo challenge

3. grow a lovely veggie and flower garden on the boat

4. “Random Acts of Crewelty” : Have An Exhibit in 2011

5. The Phat Quarter Swap: Movies!

6. Sew a Spool Bird: “Red Brocade Bird”

7. Sew at least one item with each of the patterns in my collection

8. Make a group of 15 journals using the Allium flower technique

9. Framed, embroidered pendants and jewelry

10. Read 10 books before the end of the year

11. Use up all my small canvases…paint lots of small paintings!

12. Write 4 poems

13. Craft a series of patchworked journals and mini quilts (20)

14. Craft 12 Bijou (miniature) books using existing materials

15. Complete the August Challenge on 750Words.com

Most of these projects are part of a bigger project, with its own blog, called From Hell to Breakfast

A particularly compelling writing bug

Soon after Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way came out, everybody  was talking about Morning Pages. Morning pages were three pages of continuous, stream-of-consciousness-style writing that you were supposed to perform “in long hand” every day, so early in the morning that even your brain hadn’t woken up yet. It was by far the most successful exercise in the whole book, and everyone I knew started doing them. My mom—who owns a copy of every New Age, self-help, inspirational, motivational, behaviour modificational book that has been published since 1978—immediately got herself a copy of The Artist’s Way, and gave a copy to each of her children. I wrote my Morning Pages for a couple of months; my brother Bruihn, who is an ace painter and not blocked or insecure about his art at all, wrote them for much longer.

Writing those three pages (approximately 750 words, or 250 on each page, if handwritten) every day loosened up the tight, cramped muscles of the mind. After the first week’s pages, where beginners…well, okay, where I mostly wrote that I had nothing to write about, or wrote about the exercise itself…my thoughts started to fall into place and I found that I could think more clearly, expressing what I wanted to say with a richer vocabulary and more efficiently; that I could sustain an orderly progression of ideas from Question to Solution to Better Question.

750 Words is the online, future-ified, fun-ified translation of this exercise.

You create your account and log in, and are immediately confronted with the day’s blank screen: there’s the date at the top, and a word counter at the bottom. That’s it…no titles, no tags, no frills, no drop-down menus of categories, no having to decide who gets to see this post or not (it’s all private), no formatting, colors, or styles for the type; somewhere behind that calming white screen a timer has quietly started, and since there is nothing else to look at or tweak with, there’s just no avoiding the act of writing, itself. You start by starting, like the “journey of a thousand miles” that begins with one step.

Buster Benson is the clever, enthusiastic, and one is moved to say ‘caring’, man behind the site, and a veteran Morning Pages writer, himself. Obviously, he’s a highly motivated and disciplined individual, since he not only uses his own site without missing a day, but had to do all the work to create it, and he maintains it, as well.

But his site has managed to turn even lazy procrastinators like me into eager daily typists…and I have done the morning pages before, so why do I react so differently to the exercise this time? Would you believe that a dozen or so little bird and animal badges like these ones have actually helped to motivate me? You get these badges for writing so many days in a row without missing, or for being a consistently speedy typist, or for typing without long pauses. I love my badges! And I keep wanting the next one up…the Albatross for 30 consecutive days, the Phoenix for a hundred days…750Words.com—badgesIt’s competitive, but not necessarily with other people…it’s more like a computer game, where I am simply trying to get more points and move to the next level: I am competing with my previous points, and trying to better my own performance.

But better than badges (and this was a stroke of genius on Buster’s part) are the stats. I love the pseudo-science of statistics: they are mathematically and precisely calculated, yet the results are so easy to influence and contrive, that they’re ridiculous. 750Words uses all sorts of data culled from one’s writing—from words per minute and speed records to most frequently used word clouds, your mood and concerns for the day—and turns them into colorful pie charts and bar graphs. Not that any words-to-psyche measuring stick is very accurate…if I write “god knows,” I am likely to be concerned with religion, according to my stat page. But they are a bit of fun and not to be taken too seriously…you don’t really expect to see into your subconscious with a 9-color pie-chart of simplified emotions, do you? They’re all, according to Buster, “just tricks to help get us there.”

750Words.com—stats

And get us there they do! I’ve written 14 days, so far, and over 14,000 words. My husband, who has written three books and published two of them, always used to advise me to “try and write a thousand words a day, you cannot fail to become a better writer.” 750 Words would be a great way to start writing the bits and pieces that might go into a book, eventually. Or you could just start with a daily prompt (from elsewhere) and write about it until you get everything you want to say, about that particular topic, out. It’s also a good place to dump, rant and vent your day’s anger, worries, gloats, hate…and free your mind to concentrate on better, worthier things.

750 Words.