Happy daylight savings time! It was a magnificent spring like day in Brooklyn. I spent a lot of it taking last minute photos for tonight’s sale. I’m featuring mostly textiles this weekend ( next weekend is paper) and here are a couple more previews of what will be available at the surplus sale tonight at 9PM (EST).
week 10 in my “this is where i am from” year long project:
I’m working on the depression era dump painting, it took some frustration and some hours for me to figure out I was going to have to take my time with this. The place is such a rich and vivid memory for me I want to express it as fully as I’m able. It’s slow work that I’m very happy doing.
I indulged in my favorite paints – lascaux – and a cradled gessoed board. I haven’t invested in good painting supplies in a long time and it’s such a pleasure – I love the texture and flatness of the lascaux.
I’ll share this little detail with you today – the leafy forest floor and some lovely old junk poking through – and I’ll probably post a little bit of progress on instagram later this week.
I’m spending a little bit of each day photographing things for my surplus shop sale and a little bit of each night editing and writing descriptions. I plan to have weekly updates (until I run out of stuff) beginning this Sunday ( 3/10) evening – it’s my favorite day of the year- the beginning of daylight savings time, sunset at 6:45 PM ! I don’t even mind losing the hour of sleep.
I’ve been photographing more things for the upcoming studio sale – a virtual stoop sale of some of my treasures, experiments and supplies. After considiering lots of options I’ve decided to host this sale on etsy – I’m setting up a shop for that purpose here. I’ll give you more info as I figure things out but I’ll begin listing things for sale at the end of next week and will be posting more previews here this week and next. As always you can join my mailing list updates.
I’m beginning with textiles – lace and gowns mostly. It hurts to let them go but I’ve used what I can use. They are undone, tattered beauties- sometimes in pieces.
I’m also sorting through tangles of lace and dress parts and creating little collections – there’s some interesting stuff.
week 9 in my “this is where i am from” year long project:
I’m working on a painting of the little depression era dump next to Ginger’s barn. The sketch below is of one of the treasures you might find in that spot – an accidental terrarium – a jar or bottle or even just a piece of glass that has become a mini greenhouse – a winter home to growing things – foggy and misty and otherworldly inside.
It is a magical thing to come upon on a cold brown winter forest floor. You can see some examples of accidental terrariums here , here and here and if you have found one I’d love to see. I’ve almost finished the charcoal sketch on the board I’m going to paint on. Besides the little terrariums there is lots of marvelous old timey junk, the stone wall that went impossibly on and on and the dancing sumac trees with their strange velvety red bobs, leaves gone for winter.
A rat! In silver and grey Fortuny fabric, with a little antique lace ascot and a condescending manner.
he considers you briefly, offers a perfunctory farewell
And is off to his castle
I’m working on a new shape, a new creature. For me this is all about persistence: lots of drafts, prototypes , experiments, failures and adjustments. So many failures and adjustments – these are just some:
Over the weekend I felt close enough to the shape I was looking for to cleanup the pattern and try one in good fabric. After a few more pattern refinements and adjustments I finished a little fellow made from beautiful silvery grey Fortuny fabric tonight and I’m going to photograph him in the morning - here’s a little shadow preview of him on an evening stroll through the toadstools.
This is the beginning of a map of the territory of my childhood. I’ve begun pretty much in the middle – our little red house with the barns behind, The house across the street and the house next door. The hill behind the house across the street was a forest of huge red pines. The dried amber pine needles carpeted the west facing slope and it glowed in the afternoon. The house next door had a grove of sumac trees behind ( upper right of this map) and past those trees, next to Ginger’s barn, was a depression era dump – a little one. Bottles and jugs, buckets, upholstery springs, ancient roller-skates, piggybanks and broken china – everyday things from a long time ago all rusty and ruined, waiting to be excavated by curious children. It was my childhood deadhorse bay and one of my favorite places – I’m going to zoom in on that spot for next week.