Ghost Town

I was taking an online class through the Smithsonian with Marcie Wolfe Hubbard. Our last class involved incorporating a piece of fabric in our work. This was very easy thanks to my friend Claudia who recently gifted me with a very fun piece of fabric that reminded her our our friend Harriet the Elegant Ghost * Here is the result of my efforts using the fabric Claudia sent to me.

*I only linked to one Harriet cartoon. If you enjoy them, you can go to the bottom of my blog and search Harriet and plenty will show up.

Watercolor and Pencil

Sometimes it’s fun to go back to basics. Recently I was presented with a choice of images to draw in a workshop. Though I worked with a few of the images, the one that captivated me most was a portrait of the lovely Clara Bow. I have always loved to make full tonal drawings in charcoal but I wanted to challenge myself so I decided to try two different things: one in pencil and one in watercolor. For the pencil one, the challenge was to not overdue it; basically, I was going for economy of line/information. For the watercolor, the challenge was simply using the watercolor. Also, I realized that in the pencil one, her gaze was forward whereas in the image I was using it was looking up so I corrected that in the watercolor. The pencil drawing (left) is larger than the watercolor (right).

Seasonal Haiku

I enjoy reading Haiku because the length matches my attention span. In going through some old notebooks, I came across two Haiku that I wrote during this time of year so I am sharing them below.

Oct. 1997

Ghosts, goblins stirring

through the moaning thick of night,

come daylight – vanished!

November, 1997

The crisp air turns cold

and settles into winter

when harvest is done.

Redux: Neighborhoods Artist Book

If this looks a bit familiar it is because you may have received a similar post recently that did not load quite right so I took it down to fix and hopefully this one works. Below is a very short video of an Artist Book I made call Neighborhoods. It was made from a 12″ x 12″ piece of paper and the imagery came mostly from a drypoint (engraving) I made specifically for this purpose. I combined the cut up drypoint prints with other media and here is the final book. Click on the still image below to start the video. If you do not see an image, give it a second to load up. Much thanks!

More Paper Quilt Collages & Drawings

I had stopped making the Paper Quilt Collages that I was working on a few months ago. I enjoyed the drawing aspect of it, but making the paper quilts appealed to me less. After thinking about it I realized that it was the structure of trying to make the collage quilt-like that I no longer enjoyed. I liked the collage element and especially drawing the finished collage. I made a few more anyway with quilting in mind because I had some materials I thought would go with that theme, then I focused less on the quilt aspect. To recap, the collages are on the right and the drawings are on the left. Right clicking the image will open it in another window so it can be seen better.

The first few of these are more in the style of the non-traditional Gees Bend Quilts. The materials are: bar codes and insides of envelopes. To recap, using materials from whatever was handy (out of necessity) was part of the Gees Bend way of making quilts

The next few are also quilt like but they are more in the traditional quilt style of squares. The blue and orange one is from a torn up painting. The black and white one, which is a favorite, is from a very old textbook on weather. The collage images are magnified views of ice crystals. It was especially fun trying to draw this because the challenge was making marks that mimicked the variety of the ice crystal images.

Now these last two are of no reference at all to quilts. They are just collages I made then drew.

The King’s Dining Room

Some time ago,  I wrote about our family summer house when I was growing up and asked each of my sisters and brother to draw their recollections of it.  On a similar note, I asked each of them if they remembered what became known as The King’s Dining Room.

We lived in a row house, a very old brick construction common in industrial cities before and up to World War II.  The closets in these homes were very small for two reasons:  people did not have many clothes and, at one point, closets were taxed as extra rooms.  (I will add a side note here that the closet tax was more during colonial times but it does not surprise me this mentality persisted because not all that long ago, my art club had to disconnect a dumb waiter because the city wanted to tax it as an elevator). 

One day I was in the back of the 2 foot by 3 foot closet in my parents room looking through a crack in the plaster and saw what I could only describe as a very elaborate dining room. Two of my sisters also saw this, only they said the access to their view was from the bathroom (which was next to my parent’s bedroom).  When we told our mother about it, she brushed it off saying we were probably looking into our neighbor’s dining room. But we have all been in our neighbor’s dining room and it was not all that fancy.   

Recently, I asked my two sisters, independently, to describe what they saw. This is also when I learned that they also viewed this mysterious room through the bathroom. I always assumed they saw it through the crack in back of my parent’s closet.   To this day, I have no idea why I was sitting in the back of my parent’s closet peering through cracks and find this almost as mysterious as the vision we all saw.  Anyway, this is what they said:

Sister One:  It was very elegant like from a Victoria Era. And it was between the bathroom and mom and dad’s bedroom.

Sister Two:  It had a gigantic rectangular table with about 10 or 12 chairs around it.

As for me, I remember very elaborate chairs, like those imagined in fairy tales. And I believe they were red or deep red.

Our oldest sister never saw this but remembers us talking about it. My brother thinks we are all goofy. Here I will also add that my sisters at the time were not young children (though I was). So for them, it was not some wild childhood fantasy.

This odd vision became known as The King’s Dining Room because we all assumed that such a magnificent room would be used by royalty. My access to the King’s Dining Room was shut off when my father turned the closet in their bedroom into a powder room, which was amazing given the small size. And this no doubt closed up any cracks in the plaster in our other bathroom because he probably had to connect pipes somehow and re-plastered.

So that is the story, as it is, of The King’s Dining room. I wonder what they served for dinner??