Explorations Ending Episode: This is what Finally Happened

I spent five and a half months, from the middle of March 2018  to the beginning of August 2018, working on an all-consuming, and to me, high profile, quilt for an exhibit that would hang in the New England Quilt Museum until the end of 2018.  The exhibit was called
 

Explorations:  Journeys in Creativity:  The Quilt Artist's Studio

This exhibit was to be a journey in creativity, taking viewers inside the quilt artist's studio.  For that reason, participants were required to document their creative processes.  I did that in the form of 17 posts on  this blog, all of them captioned "Explorations: Episode (whatever)."  These blog posts provide more information about the making of this quilt than most people would want to read, but they were required, and I'm a pretty detail-oriented gal. For purposes of the exhibit, I printed them all out  and compiled them in a looseleaf. There were also images of my creative process presented at the exhibit, as well as in a book showing the work of all 24 artists in the show. https://www.amazon.com/Explorations-Journeys-Creativity-Inside-Artists/dp/1725938022/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1541018970&sr=1-1&keywords=Explorations+Journeys+in++Creativity#reader_1725938022

I'm writing today because I want to bring closure to this journey.

This last episode begins and ends on Saturday, October 13, 2018.  That was the day of the opening reception for Explorations.  I was one of 12 Explorations artists whose work would debut on that day.  (The other 12 will have an exhibit in early 2019). Lowell is two and a half hours from where I live.  Joe and I left at 7:45 a.m. so that we could  tour some of the National Historic Park exhibits there.  https://www.nps.gov/lowe/index.htm

Lowell is home to a national historic park because of its status as an intentionally planned, and once-thriving, textile center.  In Lowell, early industrialists noticed that the Merrimac River produced such a powerful rush of water that they built textile mills--and housing--there.  First came the mill girls from nearby farms, then all kinds of immigrant families, including French Canadians and Greeks.  It was quite a thriving, vital place.

One group that migrated there were the French Canadians from the Province of Quebec.  My own family were among such immigrants, not to Lowell, but to New Haven and New Britain, for the factory jobs.  One French Canadian family that settled in Lowell was that of Jean Louis Lebris de Kerouac'h, who later became known as Jack Kerouac, one of the fathers of the Beat Generation.

I loved his work when I was in my formative years, not least because Jack Kerouac rode through life on a high-octane wave of sensation.  I was drawn to the sheer force of his creativity and the exuberance of his spontaneity.  

He is said to have written On the Road in one single, 20-day creative burst , on a 137-foot roll of taped-together paper, 

fueled by benzedrine, caffeine, nicotine, and pea soup.  Pea soup.  That cracks me up.  It's Quebecois comfort food.

I read Ann Charters' biography of Jack, https://www.amazon.com/Kerouac-Biography-Ann-Charters-ebook/dp/B00UFWVE08/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1541012985&sr=1-3&keywords=ann+charters,  and that's when he started to lose his glow.  

He was horribly sexist--well, I didn't need to read a biography to see that--and he ended up pretty much a dissolute alcoholic, dying in his fifties of cirrhosis of the liver, while living with his mother in St. Petersburg, Florida.

Still, he was French Canadian, one of the few of us to go on to greatness.  And he was one of the first beats.  His entourage in On the Road 

The 1949 Hudson Commodore is widely considered the car driven in On the Road

 ...was the progenitor of Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters, 

and their itinerant ad-hoc lifestyle was the progenitor not only of sixties communes, but the Occupy movement and their tents.

Kerouac has been widely revered for his role in American culture.  Here are  Bob Dylan and Alan Ginsberg visiting his grave at Edson Cemetery in Lowell:

 So Lowell thrived in its day, until competition from southern factories turned the mood sour, impelled the mill managers to ask more of their employees, and compelled the employees to strike. It was all futile:  all the mills are gone.  I asked one of the guards at the National Historical Park what economic engine runs the city now.  He said UMass Lowell and the local hospital/health center.

Still, those mill jobs were considered desirable at first, giving farm girls a little independence.  But they had to put up with a lot.  This loom, one of a roomful, makes an ear-splitting racket.  (The park employees who work there now have to wear ear protection.) There was also brown lung, and machine-caused damage to body parts, and sharing beds in crowded boarding houses. 

The roaring looms in Loiwell's Boott Cotton Mill, now part of the Lowell National Historic Park

Lowell's background in textiles is probably one reason the city is home to the New England Quilt Museum, the venue for the show that brought me to Lowell in the first place.

The opening reception for Explorations was on Saturday October 13, at 1 p.m., which gave me and Joe plenty of time (as long as we left the house at 7:45) to look at the Boott Cotton Mill and other exhibits of the National Historic Park.  

Finally I got to see how  my work had been presented.

 Beautifully, it turns out.  The museum created a banner for each of the 12 artists in this half of the show.

Here's a closer look at mine, which includes some of my process photos, as well as a shot of me after I broke my arm last June.  I hope you can read it.

At the reception, four of the quilters gave slide show talks about their process and their work.  I wish I had taken more photos because the reception turned out momentous for me.

I didn't know it was momentous until a woman came up to me after the talks and told me she had bought Sand and Foam.  I was surprised speechless.

I won't say her name here because I don't know how she would feel about it, but I will say that she had just moved to a new home, and was furnishing it, and had the perfect place for Sand and Foam. She made my day, week, and month!  Go New House Lady!

I'm so glad I got that piece appraised, because I doubt I would have put as high a price on it as the appraiser did.  Now Sand and Foam is not only my most high-profile piece and the piece I worked longest/hardest on, it's now also the piece that brought in the highest price to date.  For those reasons, I was kind of walking on air during the rest of the reception, and didn't have the presence of mind to take more photos of the reception itself and the other artists.  I was so surprised.

Another high point was seeing Katie Fearon, who is my daughter Leah's age, at the reception.  Katie (then Katie Tracey) was one of my Brownies at West Hartford's Morley School back in the day. Now she's an advanced practice nurse at a public health clinic in Lowell, and when she learned that I would be nearby for the reception that day, she stopped over to see me.  I hadn't seen her for years, so it was lovely to catch up with her.  She and her husband, who have three children, are living a sustainable existence on a piece of land in nearby New Hampshire, complete with Buff Orpingtons.  Those are a kind of chicken.  
 
I'm posting all this information now because I felt I needed to bring some closure to the project that inspired 17 previous posts.  The only other information that will come my way, as far as I know now, is the book generated by this show.  I'm waiting for mine to come.  Here's what it's going to look like:
https://www.amazon.com/Explorations-Journeys-Creativity-Inside-Artists/dp/1725938022/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1541018970&sr=1-1&keywords=Explorations+Journeys+in++Creativity

Can't wait!