Archive for the ‘Crafts’ Tag
The painted chair is curing rapidly with the warm weather. Surveying the area I soon start finding the accidental art created from my project.
This is one of my favorite chair project by-product! The sun came out with perfect timing to capture the shadows from the grass blades.
Layers of various paints make a beautiful fallen leaf brilliantly fun!
I really like this small art piece!
Art on earth makes for great photos!
I am still finding bits of art unexpected and have painted many leaves on this sunny January day. I am not sure what I will do with them other than enjoying the experience.
Enjoy your day!
Yesterday we began laying a flagstone floor for a client on her new screened in porch and small greenhouse.
With the two of us we in two days time and only ten hours are almost complete. I love stone work.
Enjoy your day!
I love to create with a variety of sustainable materials ranging from old fabric and wood scraps to rock installations and I cannot forget my trusty camera and years of captured time fragments.
Discarded fabrics find new purpose with me. I create unique versions of art using vintage or used fabrics. Each quilt is one of a kind. Yet my style of sewing is easily recognized.
In the past seven years, I have made 50+ baby-quilts for family and friends. The two photos above are of a quilt in-progress for a couple and their new baby girl.
I wish I had kept a better photo record of the quilts made for local benefits. I have also created ‘Life-quilts’ for a few friends dealing with the loss of a loved one. My friend Sarah’s mother passed away far too young and from a rare disease. Sadly, I had only met Miss Elizabeth three times.
Sarah is an only child married to an incredibly caring man. This is a photo of Sarah’s support team.
With the shock of her Mom’s passing still fresh, she and her Dad forge ahead beginning the emotional task of sorting through personal effects. Elizabeth’s taste for the finest silk scarf often clashed with her quirky holiday scarves. My friend finds that she has a pile of her mom’s favorite scarves by her side.
Driving home with a tote full of scarves, cross-stitch project, favorite shirts and other odds and ends with special meaning, Sarah does not want her mom’s faves to end-up tucked away and forgotten. Then she thinks of me and my funky, no-rule kind of fabric art.
Sarah is quick to call me to inquire if I will create a quilt in memory of her Mom. I agree. My main concern is to not disappoint my friend or deconstruct designer scarves only to be ruined my sewing style.
With a huge mental gulp, I ask the universe to guide my hands to create a treasure from contents in the tote. This quilt challenges me to better my sewing abilities. The photo below depicts one side of my first ‘Life-quilt’. My dear friend, Sarah Anderson Petren proudly shows-off the ‘Life-quilt’ made in honor of her mom, Elizabeth Bartley Anderson(Allen).
Fabric is in direct competition with my life-long relationship with rocks. Whether, a heavy boulder by the river to pebbles seen only by a tiny sparkle, my eyes gravitate to rocks. Rocks beg for attention and love to be appreciated. I am both attentive and appreciative of a rock’s worth. The picture below is a small view of rock wealth around the house.
I have to note my love of photography trumps both the fabric and rock interests. A Polaroid camera from my Grandma, for my tenth birthday begins my almost 27 years of collected fragments of time. Thank you, Grandma!
So, back to creating new fabric art for the show in November. Enjoy your Friday! I leave you with a smile!
I love all rocks. Rocks are one of nature’s greatest gifts.
As a youngster growing up on a small family farm, one of my chores before the planting season started was to help gather stray rocks freshly unearthed by the horse and plow. The rocks were not welcomed in the family fields. Rocks pose many dangers for farming tools. A broken plow blade is the worst. I took my job seriously because a poor family like ours did not have the means to replace any of our hard-earned farming implements.
Being the oldest of four, I was also expected to supervise my younger siblings. The two youngest carried small buckets for the ‘baby’ rocks. I would pull a cobbled together wooden wagon while my other sister added the larger rocks in the cart. When we all filled our designated rock containers, we simply dumped the rocks in piles along the outside perimeter of the field.
Even though it was not yet summer, we kids tired after several hours of toting rocks. Mom would carry the water bucket and dipper up to us from our spring house to quench our thirst. With the water depleted, we got back to the task of de-rocking the new field for our tobacco crop. I started to really take notice of the rocks shape, weight and size. I began to appreciate the uniqueness of each rock.
By lunch time, all rocks we collected from the ground seemed to outline the top edge of what was to be the new tobacco field. As I sat and ate my PB&J and apple, I had an idea of how to use the unwanted field rocks for a useful yet fun project. In years past, the collected rock piles remained mostly in the random piles running along the top and the bottom of any new farming space.
I decided to keep this thought to myself until all the work of removing the offending rocks was complete. With three six-hour days and eight small hands, the tobacco field was rock free and ready for cultivation. Our parents would double-check the entire section of land for any hidden or overlooked rocks. After they had completed their inspection, I decided to share my idea.
I saw the rocks as puzzle pieces just waiting for me to fit them into place. I realized that my parents only concern was no rocks got near the plow. So began my passion for using rocks to accent my life. I sorted the rocks by size, shape and texture. My young imagination was brimming with ideas for the rocks to be seen as I saw them.
Small cairns began to pop-up all over the farm. I soon recognized the usefulness of stone. For a Mother’s Day gift, I used stacked field rocks to form a round flower bed. Before long, not a single stone was left from our three days of work.
At almost 36, I am still collecting rocks and creating my style of rock art around my home and for friends who admire my work. I imagine my love of rock art to continue expanding. Go out and rock it up! Read the rest of this entry »
To create is to live. I get a helper’s high from creating art with other people’s trash. Instead of tossing those ill-fitting clothes into the rubbish bin look closely, you might see your first fabric creation. Oh, remember save the buttons and pockets as well.
Today I will enjoy rooting through a trash bag full of brilliantly colored vintage fabrics that I bought in a local yard sale for just four bucks. The thrill of discovering unwanted, yet viable textiles to blend into one of my Bohemian Blanket creations is a reward in of itself.
After I sort the material by type, I will choose the fabrics for my next baby blanket, wall tapestry or a funky conversation piece. Of course, I am going wash and iron the material before I start to dive into the sorting process for future use.
I start most sewing projects with no specific perimeters, except two, that the old fabric when joined together by a common thread is pleasing to the eye and serves a purpose for whom it is given.
I have several different styles when creating baby quilts for family and friends. I get a kick out of piecing together a hodge podge of colorful material to use for the upholstery of a favored chair mistook as a chew toy.
I have never taken any classes on how to sew. A dear friend gave me the general rules of sewing 101. I have learned by in large from my mistakes over the past 10 or so years. I continue to evolve.
I am a rebel with the sewing machine. By rebel, I mean all my cloth creations are one of a kind. My style is funky and quite unique. I use no store-bought pattern or any of the traditional methods when starting a project. I start with two small pieces of cloth and let my imagination plan the remaining layout of every project. It is how I have taught myself to think outside the sewing circle box.
Be creative with your day, as I am off to play. November’s art show is on the horizon!