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playing with dolls

Dressing a doll can be a good place to gather ideas about garments.  The blue batik ‘shirt’, here, works off of the garment-as-a-series-of-rectangles idea (recently explored in Jude Hill‘s Boro class).  I learned that just by folding the ‘sleeve’ rectangle base in as a triangle, you achieve a class sleeve outline… simple, I know, but it is different to read, study, than to tuck, finger press, and stitch! (That’s Athena by the way, and I think I will give her a weapon or two).

This dreamer wears a fun assortment of charms, including a pewter, retro airplane.  I love that plane.  But, really? It’s her pigtails that make me smile. They are tied up with plastic-coated telephone wire. Remember hunting for remnants of that as a kid and making bracelets and rings?!  If she had arms, I’d give her a typewriter, just to keep the retro business going.  The blue floral linen was a dress, probably from the 60’s.


Here the garment idea is the basic triangle-shawl.  It is hard to get more simple than that!  This pristine doily came out of my vintage linens drawer.

Now the next doll is naked.

Every once in awhile, batik offers its swirls to the imagination in a very particular way.  Years ago, I saw a penis in the swirls of a yellow batik, and gave a two fiber-collaged primitive-styled men well endowed figures (here’s one below – not a great picture, but you get the idea).

On the new green female, however, the swirls suggested breasts… and as I wrapped red thread around the waist, it wanted to go up and circle one of the breasts, which turned into a meditation on mastectomy, which a good friend of mine’s sister had had just days prior (did you know that this is a seven hour operation?!!)

This started as the idea that playing with dolls can help one learn about garment construction, and turned into something quite else.

Silence as a Crime and It takes Five Women (Rant)

“Silence is a Sin” about 8 inches tall

Meet my Bernie Law Doll.  I made him a batch of years ago, but apparently he wants to come out and watch the news this week.  (Sorry for some of the pictures, which suck, but which also demonstrate a curve of learning which I can celebrate).

Wickipedia on the infamous dude –

“… despite substantial amounts of documentation that demonstrated deep involvement with covering up the molestation of 1,000’s of children, Law refused to step down as Archbishop of Boston… ”

And, as if that weren’t bad enough, the Catholic Church promoted him by shipping him off to Rome and making him a member of the College of Cardinals (whatever THAT is).

So that’s old news.  But turning to August of this year? The Boston Globe reported an in-depth story about the tennis coach Bob Hewitt who apparently abused his female tennis students for years, even after complaints were lodged against him in the 1970’s.

How’s this for a comment by someone in an official capacity (John Korff, director-at-large of the US Tennis Association, who knew Hewitt ‘back in the day’):

“Gee, it’s nice of the girl to pop up 35 years later,’’ Korff said. “Give me a break.’’

Wow. Later apology not believed! Korff’s comment stinks of disdain and ignorance. Perhaps he had never heard of PTSD or learned how trauma get processed.

After decades of holding it together, the victim referred to above (Heather Conner), broke her silence in the very year that one of her daughters turned the age she had been when the abuse started (14).  Her life began to come apart at the seams in an arc of survivor behavior that is not uncommon (in fact, is well-documented in the annals of psychology). Hewitt also sneered about the victim coming forward after so many years.

And now Penn. State. There we have a beloved, long-serving coach who ought to have done better than alert campus police about a fifteen-year history of abuse by his assistant.  He ought to have believed that those who held him in such high esteem, his players,  ten year-old boys using his facilities deserved protection. In 1998, Sandusky (the assistant coach, or as I shall call him, “the Head Fiddler” – HA~  Craig Ferguson – you can use this if you like) ADMITTED to ‘inappropriate contact in the shower room’.  And well, guess what? All the candlelight vigils and all the tweeting and honking will not absolve the coach of his inadequate intervention. Fiddling with young boys in the shower is a crime. ‘Head Fiddlers’ belong in prison, not in steamy showers with boys. You do not report crimes to the dean, to the athletic director, or to campus security.  You report crimes to the police or the D.A.

Hello Herman Cain? Oh god, give us a break, sir, and go away.  Back in law school, it was noted when studying Title VII that it took 4-5-6 women’s allegations to bring a creep down. In other words, in a “he said/she said” situation, even with the protection of the Constitution and the federal laws built around the Constitution, it took 4-5-6 women’s word to overcome one perpetrator’s claim of innocence. I went to law school in the late 80’s, but it appears that things have not changed. Herman Cain’s accusers reached the critical weight.

BTW – Bernie’s cape (you know how those Catholic figures of authority love women’s clothes!) – is made by sandwiching fibers between two layers of water soluble film, stitching them on the machine, then dissolving the plastic — this is exactly what I need to go make samples of for tomorrow’s ‘Creative Quilting’ class.

Cool Cat Commission

cool-cat-full

This commission was made for a neighbor to give in gratitude to a bass-playing, Qigong instructor.  I was told to give him a cigar, glasses, and to make him cool.  Here’s his picture:

Jon Voight, Qigong instructor, bass player

Jon Voight, Qigong instructor, bass player

Cool Cat with Cigar

Cool Cat with Cigar

It took three tries (first one was too feminine, second one looked like a “black dude with a tail” (it had no ears)), but it was worth it, I think.

If you’re interested in Jon Voight or Qigong in the Boston area, you can find more here:   art-energy.org.