A felt house finished over the weekend. I’ll admit I liked it better as a flat thing. Rather than stuff the satin loops through the bead, I slipped waxed linen through the bead and tied it around. And here’s a rare photo of Jack relaxed (rare, because the camera makes him nervous): My 59 second tutorial on making the felt houses can be found in a link in this post.
Yesterday, I spent the better part of the morning having a love affair with my new tripod (now, now, don’t even picture those dirty things!). Truly, I am having so much fun. To prepare for tomorrow’s class, I made a new felt hut and documented as I went. A total first stab at a still-life tutorial — here. It runs just shy of a minute, so I hope you can take a peek. Criticism welcome.
Meanwhile, the moon has been peeking in my window. This is roughly the view from my bed. Aspidistra and beech limbs talking in lines while the moon makes an illuminated beauty spot, a little like Peppy Miller, and her “little something extra”, in the movie ‘The Artist’.
Digging up and documenting and noodling. Part of my gift to C. for his quickly approaching 18th birthday, is a collection of journal entries about him (I am already way behind schedule!) The picture below goes back much further, however, to a batch of illustrations created for book of poems written as a freshman in college (1975). I’ll spare you the poetry.
Meanwhile, my plaster friends probably have at least another season in them. They certainly will keep themselves entertained. I suspect they are talking about me, here.
Although perhaps they, too, are taken with the moon, rouging them up to a feminine pink here.
This winter in particular makes us feel like survivors… we made it through. Endured. My little fiber house had been tipped by the snow and now I have tipped it back. Can’t wait to see if its companion of last season (a fern that grew up through it) comes back (of course it will come back! why wouldn’t it come back?).
Well, so much damage in our yard this year from the storms. A little heart breaking. Nevertheless, reasons to sigh and celebrate are to be found everywhere.
This row of felt houses is going to be stitched into a single dwelling. On the back of one of the facades is a prayer —
May all sentient beings be peaceful
May all sentient beings be free of inner and outer harm
May all beings be cared for gently as they walk upon this earth
May all beings know joy, wisdom and compassion…
Not sure, yet, if I’ll give this a base, so as to be a box, or stitch on struts, so that it can be ‘planted’ outdoors.
The boro sampler that I made awhile back is turning into a house — perhaps for another garden installation?
There is something satisfying in turning a rag-a-mag-tag piece into something functional, even if marginally functional. A purely decorative piece based on a peasant tradition of patching holes to extend the life of a wardrobe rubbed me the wrong way… in the same way that basing a fashion trend on torn/refugee-like/distressed garments rubs me the wrong way. Wearing out an article of clothing by LIVING in it seems so much more in accord with good value and good values.
The last felt house was constructed as a grouping of fabric panels first, and then the branches added, second. This time, the branches are integral to the construction, creating some decisions about which way to push the edges.
“Having a spine” is a refrain, here. And “building supports in”.