And We Shall March

It's Almost Like Mathematics

A + B ...

carry the two ...

equals 'Grass'!

Bonus! One side is prettier than the other.

Developing.

My Violent Heart

Okay, this post has nothing to do with the subject line, but Year Zero has been in the spirals of my DNA for weeks and weeks. It was the soundwall while working on the  prototype, designs, which might explain why the whole thing is way more abstract than what I normally create.  Which reminds me, I have a funny (to me) faire-related Year Zero story to share. It will have to wait until I get back to talking about faire.

Anywho, thanks to the autopost feature just because I'm not around doesn't mean the blog can't be. A certain somebody who has decided she can boss me around FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY needs an Emergency Dress. The woman knows I can rock out some skirts, but dresses I'm no so good at, yet, what with dresses requiring darts, and I hate making darts. But because she also knows I've been working on a dress prototype on and off for about three months (that one's out of protean stage), she's decided that's enough  for me to get her what she needs by her deadline. As she put it,  "time to pay up for all those times you you stuck me with pins." For the record, IF a stray pin strike happened, it is because CERTAIN PEOPLE cannot stand still like they were told to.

So, this week, stuff that's been pushed back for various reasons over the past couple of weeks.

Tomorrow, more Cormac McCarthy! The rest of the week, books, a visit to the baseball academy in Compton and art running up against commerce in Gee's Bend. We will resume real-time service next week.

Raw Materials 1

This cloth is from Ghana, a thin cotton brocade woven and dyed by textile artisans there. Specifically, a woman's collective. What you can't see in either shot are the impressions....every piece has a different invisible design built into the fabric that is only visible when the light hits it just right. So far I've identified diamonds, flowers, stars, stripes, rectangles. There are seven with an unidentifiable kinda-geo pattern, and one that can only be described as cave drawings.  Wowie.

While I will attempt to retain some sense of that Wonderfulness in the final piece, I can already tell that's probably not gonna happen. Dammit. Will see what I can do...

Only had the camera for a microsecond, which is why I forgot to get shots of the ones containing the Death Row Green.

Only regret? I could only get relatively small pieces of the raw cloth because that's all they had available in unconstructed form at the event. They called them 'napkins', I call them 'source material'.

(Yeah...updated thie entry with full links much later in the day. Thought I had pushed 'draft'. Idiot Girl strikes again.)