Trying Times at the Try Again Ranch

I'm a big admirer of fiction writer Annie Proulx, whose descriptions of harsh lives in the stunning beauty of Wyoming I find very compelling.  I love her names for the hardscrabble ranches out there too.  Bird Cloud.  The Rocking Box.

Maybe that's why I've decided to rename my work area the Try Again Ranch.  I've been living here for about a week and a half. 

The Try Again is where beautiful visions go to die.

Here's one of the deep, litter-strewn valleys of the Try Again, facing westward, looking toward Disappointment Bluffs

At Try Again, defying the heart-stopping loveliness of the images that inspired them, pieces of work turn out bold, messy, hard-to-read.  Colors turn out wimpy or blotchy--who's ever seen blotches in the sky?  Needles become unthreaded.  Bobbins run out of thread.  Bobbin and needle refuse to work nicely with one another, instead creating wasteful tangles on the wrong side of the work.  Everything has to be redone.  My record for one day:  four projects begun, four in need of redoing.

Making matters worse, the artist, temporarily diverting her attention from the making of art to the making of dinner--slices her thumb on a mandoline while trying to make Bluefish and Potatoes Genoese Style.


The point of all this effort--except for the bluefish--is my upcoming solo quilt show at the University of Connecticut Health Center, which will start in mid-May 2012.  I'm psyched for it:  an opportunity to spend a couple of months creating a body of work?  Sign up this artist!

But be careful what you wish for.  What if you pine for an opportunity to create a body of work, and you start the body of work, and every piece of fiber art you create for a week and a half is terribly, terribly far from the loveliness of the image that inspired it?

Take, for example, this sublime view facing westward on a fall afternoon in Penwood State Park.  The strong shadows, the strong westward sunlight, the friendly but mysterious path leading who knows where--this image resonates with me.

So it was the first image I decided to make for my UConn Health Center show.  In fact, if all went well, this image would be the first of a series I would call Penwood Long Blue Shadows.  I won't show you the other photos right now.  But my fiber image of this one, the first one I chose to make?  I can show you that:

See that rolled-up pink towel laid across the tops of those boxes? That's my fiber rendition of the view looking westward from Penwood State Park, with its long blue shadows.

That's all I'm going to show you of this one.  That's how bad it is.  And it was a week's worth of work.

So, I rolled it up and put it away for another day when I had more courage.  And I moved on to the next project.  How about this solitudinous view of Joe and the dogs on Nauset Light Beach in Cape Cod National Seashore?  Its working title is Guy on Beach:

But, what's this in the sky fabric I so carefully painted, using my tried-and-true sky formula for pebeo setacolor water colors? 

Since when are there blotches in the sky?  Maybe it's UFO activity.

More blotches in the sky.  Should I try to make it into a flock of birds?

No, instead of trying to make do with that flawed sky fabric, I decided to start all over again, and I did.  More on that later.  Maybe.

Meanwhile, many thanks to Mickey Lawler, the Queen of Pebeo Setacolor Watercolors, whose books and teaching have enriched my own knowledge and experience as an art quilter.

Meanwhile, I also had to start all over again on the fabric I was going to use to depict some cabbage leaves.

This exquisite image deserves the most skillful treatment.  Look at those purples and silvers.

The second version of the fabric for these leaves is much stronger than the pale first version. I'm not gonna show you either one, but trust me, first I made one silver-pink fabric, and it was too pale, so I cut another piece of fabric and sponged a second version in stronger pink and silver colors.  I did it, dammit, in the spirit of Try Again Ranch.  I'll use the pale failed first color as a liner for the undersides of the leaves.

Now I'm working on rubbing plates to create the magenta tracery of the ribs of the cabbage leaves.  Take a look:  I've glued cording to a piece of foam core board to create raised places where the cabbage ribs appear.

Will this work as a rubbing plate to recreate the cabbage leaf holding the raindrops? In the spirit of Try Again, nah, probably not.

In other born-again news, how about this image of a bird bath filled with autumn leaves?  I'm calling it Offering.  For the birdbath, at first I intended to use a piece of pale blue velveteen that came my way, and it's a lovely piece of fabric, but meanwhile, what about this green and copper fabric I created to use for another image, a closeup of oak leaves?

Here you can see a pattern I created for the birdbath shape, and in the center, some mottled green and copper fabric I created to make oak leaves.  How would this fabric represent the birdbath in the image above?

I feel hopeful about that.

Hopeful or not, at some point I had to break from my work to make dinner.  And I cut my left thumb on a mandoline in the process of making slices of potato just slightly thicker than a potato chip.

After I sliced my thumb, in the spirit of Try Again Ranch, Joe Rubin swung into action as a sous chef and helped me complete the Bluefish and Potatoes Genoese Style, from one of the Marcella Hazan Classic Italian Cooking cookbooks.  We served it with a version of Caesar salad, complete with juicy sauteed croutons and anchovy dressing.

They were deelish.

West Hartford Art League Honors Two Ways of Looking at Seaside Goldenrod

Two Ways of Looking at Seaside Goldenrod

Today I learned that Two Ways of Looking at Seaside Goldenrod, my fiber collage, received second place in the West Hartford Art League's Members' Juried Exhibit.

It consists of two images: on the right, a photo, printed on fabric, of a clump of seaside goldenrod overlooking Cape Cod Bay; and on the left, an interpretation of that same scene, this time rendered in felted wool.  The felted wool image is the first and only thing I've ever made with that process--I took a class in July 2011 through West Hartford Continuing Education.  The felted image and the photo are mounted side by side on a double background:  first, a piece of painted quilt batting, which in turn is mounted on a pieced backdrop that suggests sand, sea, and sky.

Here's the photo of the view that formed the inspiration

Here I am loving the view

Here I am at the awards reception

Actually, two of my pieces were accepted into this show.  Here I am with the other piece, Windy Ravine.

Here I am receiving my award for Seaside Goldenrod--a $100 gift certificate to Jerry's Artarama--from West Hartford Art League Executive Director Roxanne Stachelek

This recognition was all the sweeter to me because just a few days ago, a different juried competition, elsewhere in Connecticut, rejected two of my fiber collages.  Adding insult to injury, the terms of that juried competition required me to drive one hour to deliver my pieces for consideration in the show, and then, after they were rejected, drive another hour to pick them up.

I called that drive the Parade of Shame, and today's award erased that sting.

Many thanks to juror Debra Goertz for choosing my work for acceptance into the show and for honoring it with an award.  Also many thanks to West Hartford Continuing Education teacher Elena Gibson for her July 2011 class in wet felting.

What's black and white and red all over?

What's black and white and red all over?

I created this piece for a fiber art show called "Read-Red", and now a buyer from Woodbury, CT would like to buy it because she says it's perfect for her son.

The show, with its quixotic title "Read-Red," presented by the Connecticut Fiber Arts Collective (CFAC) of which I'm a member, is hanging in the Southbury Public Library, Southbury, CT, through the month of February 2012.  It consists of a read component and a red component.  For the read part, we drew our images from books and media we've read.  For the red part, we contributed images made exclusively with the color red.

My little 12 x 12 piece, Newspaper Riddle, combines both the read and the red component.  It consists of the mastheads of dozens of newspapers, combined together on pieces of fabric printed with a red background.

So it's black and white and red all over.

And how about this stunning image by Barbara Khachane?  This one combines a read component--it was a photo on the front page of a newspaper--and it's red.

Some of the other red components are pretty cool.  How about this necklace by Roz Spann?

How about this image of a healthy heart, created by Toni Torres?  I'm a graduate of Sacred Heart Academy, and this heart image has a strong pull on me.

For my contribution to the read component of the show, I created this piece based on Robert Frost's poem Nothing Gold can Stay.  I'm convinced that Frost, a lifelong New Englander,  was thinking of the early spring flowers of the maple tree when he wrote this poem about the fragility of spring's earliest florescence.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 

It's a lovely show.  Come see!