Monday, July 30, 2007

That's where the tall corn grows

Drove to Iowa with Bryan this past weekend for my class reunion *waves*. Stayed in Ames at the Gateway, where we saw a quilt by Priscilla Kepner Sage, my fiber studio professor back at the turn of the century, in the lobby.

Then we met my folks downtown, where we randomly found that Kimberly Baxter-Packwood, a classmate in that studio, had opened a physical storefront for The Prairie Fibers Co. on Main Street (!!). I was very impressed--all kinds of hand-dyed and uncolored fibers and fabric, a wet studio/classroom back behind the counter, and several finished pieces on the walls.
She had all the wool 30% off, but I ended up getting some packets of silk dyed with her natural dies and a bunch of silk cocoons (with the worms still inside).

Serendiptious quiltiness, and procrastination fodder for the Journal Quilt. After I took Bryan to the airport this afternoon I finished the machine stitching to the point I can start encrusting with sequins. I think there's something wrong with my machine--it won't sew a stitch of a consistent length; if I don't push the fabric through the stitches are barely a millimeter long (yes, the feed dogs are up). Maybe I'll just buy a better machine....

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Progress on the Journal Quilt is slow...

Do I have to credit him as a contributor? He's more of an inhibitor...

(that's the back; did a little machine stitching tonight)

Old-school sausage race

Spending a lot of summer evenings at Miller eating bratwurst instead of making stuff. But the snow will fly soon enough!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Artists are not for the masses.

About a week ago, there was discussion e-mail list about quilt art...about how everyone who wants to make or view art needs to learn to read and write graduate-level philosophy/political science/feminist studies critiques, because "that's the language of art." So much for ordinary people--art is not for them.

Browsing around today, I find an article by the chairman of the National Endowment of the Arts:

Most American artists, intellectuals and academics have lost their ability to converse with the rest of society. We have become wonderfully expert in talking to one another, but we have become almost invisible and inaudible in the general culture.

This mutual estrangement has had enormous cultural, social and political consequences.

Read the whole thing. I don't agree with some of the politics of it--government shouldn't force people who want to watch basketball to watch ballet instead--but the part about pretentious intellectual artists elite-ing themselves right out of national cultural relevance? Oh yeah.

I expect this explains Thomas Kinkade, too.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Machine quilting is more fun after a couple of Spotted Cows.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007


Yes, I'm trying to figure it out.

It's raining.

Saturday, July 07, 2007


My dedicated assistant. His favorite place to lurk--whether I'm there or not--is under the ironing board.