Category Archives: Collage

Jack Smith live at ten

I’ll be watching. Will you?

I’m baffled as to why the Republicans are allowing this to happen, unless it’s true that they want to get rid of Trump without looking like they’re getting rid of Trump.

Of course Aileen Cannon is cocking up the release of the OTHER volume of evidence. The one where we learn (or so I read) that Trump sold classified information.

Why the last two days of rambling, incoherent, low-energy, wildly inaccurate, and dangerous speeches aren’t enough to send Grandpa packing is beyond me.

Or the Greenland threats. Or Venezuela. Or ICE occupying and attacking blue cities. Or the corrupt pardons, the crypto schemes, the extortion of universities and media companies. Or or or

Is it because Vance wants to be able to serve two terms and if they 25th Trump before X date, he could only serve one?

Or is it just the usual explanation — that the cabinet is a pack of corrupt, power-hungry fools that still find him useful.

The sale of bonds has begun.

Trump will be taking out his frustrations at looking like an ass Davos on us, you can be sure.

The state of Maine, which is 91% white but has a governor who back-talked Trump at a public luncheon, is now under siege.

No one has yet verified or punctured the veracity of the Sascha Riley interview.

A storm is coming.

The joke is : New England will get between zero and 25 inches of snow on Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday.

We need food and I guess I should get out and shop soon before people are going nuts. There’s also a Patriots play off game this weekend which can make grocery stores frenetic as well.

But not this morning. I have testimony to watch.

The best personal news?

An uneventful trip to the dentist yesterday.

For fun we’re watching 11-22-63 where James Franco time travels to try and prevent Kennedy’s assassination.

Digital/analog collages from this week’s Paris Collage Collective.

TG day 2025

Once I started seeing this small vertical quilt as a landscape, the chartreuse bar (midsection) needed interrupting. I used floral patterning from a rayon shirt.

The design came together after I went down to the cellar to get something and came up almost two hours later without it.

This is the front of our basement fridge. It was probably something in there that I needed?

This WIP is right next to the fridge. An old strip of houses lies atop a beige brocade with swirly floral shapes and above one of Deb’s amazing splatter cloths.

I’ve been baking up a storm for today but thankfully not hosting. Turkey dinner with all the fixings is one of my least favorite meals to serve company!

I placed a Ukrainian soldier next to a close up of Lady Liberty in one of my collages this week. It’s one of those times that if I could identify the photographer or publication, I would make an attribution. My storage methods (top left), pretty much make that impossible.

It occurs to me that though glued down this one is not done yet.

I hope one and all of you have a happy thanksgiving!

One of my big blessings is that I will be dining with like-minded family. In other words, there will be no bracing myself for the fox sound bites and no prepping snappy, informative but somehow non-offensive rejoinders. Phew!

What are you thankful for today?

Is it Saturday? 5/24

Ever since Ken retired we hardly know what day it is. That’s why we announce on Friday evenings, “IT’S THE WEEKEND!” For a while, I made a point of cooking up a nice hot breakfast on Saturday mornings but not so much anymore.

Still weekends feel different, they do. No appointments or classes or zoom calls (for me). He has a cocktail in the evening. Less roaring and beeping construction sounds. Fewer kids at the playground next door.

Soon we’ll be treated to the “Cape Effect.” Love it. The Cape Effect is when our town becomes noticeably quieter because so many vacate to their second homes.

As for us, we’ll be heading to LA soon. Just in time for their “June gloom.” I’m gonna load my kindle up with books this time so I’ll always have a novel in my pocket.

My brother won’t be up for attending a protest, but since one of the No Kings gatherings will take place in nearby Pasadena, I may pop down the hill for a bit.

PS Two digital collages above from this week’s Paris Collage Club visual prompt. Combines my photo of Ken with Finn, a former PCC prompt (the tree), and photo of a quilt.

Two more:

It was a shocker to find a figure framed in that slave cabin window (above). Revealed by the quirks of the filter. As many times as I looked at that photo of mine, I’d never discerned the person inside. Photo below.

Here’s the exposure slid to the brightest setting.

A night out

April 26, 2025

The last time I saw Alvin Ailey was in 2013. It’s a little hard to believe sometimes how time passes. The show, no surprise, was spectacular and moving. It was good to get out.

Stitching to a terrible Netflix Series, Ransom Canyon. Hallmark movie without the Christmas, I say, including the signature near-miss handsome lead. This hero looks like a mash up of Timothy Olyphant and Matt Damon and all I can see is how he’s not Olyphant. Then there’s Ugly Brooke Shields. If you watch, you’ll know who I mean. Lots of preposterous story lines.

Walked over to Chinatown before the performance last night and got a little turned around getting back to the Wang Center which isn’t the Wang Center anymore but hey. It was a lot of steps, steps on uneven, wet, and unpredictable sidewalks. I’m tired today.

Week of April 26, 2024

Thank you Cory Booker

I listened to Cory Booker for a short while before my doctor’s appointment and then for a good long while later, stitching in the afternoon sun. I’m noticing how much better I feel. I’m noticing how much it matters for people in power to speak up.

Got quite a few “finishers” in the works. Antidotes to despair I suppose. Medicine against feeling powerless. One stitch at a time.

Trimming, binding, signing, and adding dowel sleeves. It always takes longer than I think.

Here are examples (below) from four recent series of digital collages. Almost all incorporate paper collage or photos of my own. If I weren’t feeling tongue-tied by national events I might have something to say about them but they can speak for themselves I guess.