tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91750361692093420682024-02-20T18:49:19.839-08:00The Sketchbook PagesOver the past two years, my sketchbook has become a place where ideas take root, processes are explored, and final thoughts prior to the unveiling of finished work are documented. This is a place for the viewer to glimpse into a typically internal and often non-linear progression of thought that occurs within the mind and heart of an artist. The changes and decisions that take places in this liminal state shape an artist’s initial idea into the final piece of work the viewer sees.Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-13127912994180458102011-09-13T18:38:00.000-07:002011-09-13T19:13:39.147-07:00Studio Stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hnHtxUK-DS-Y5ElRwXaftuC2wOfgNEJ4dUzwanuslmf7oNw0d4HxlIezkC3me4eg3YaWO5A0TL9AXs1NRVx0p-J4JpYLrw6pL0lDx33oEfE8M4nV4Q3pGctwenQuDP9XCTHR0cWcHIhf/s1600/P9130033.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652025176072486770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hnHtxUK-DS-Y5ElRwXaftuC2wOfgNEJ4dUzwanuslmf7oNw0d4HxlIezkC3me4eg3YaWO5A0TL9AXs1NRVx0p-J4JpYLrw6pL0lDx33oEfE8M4nV4Q3pGctwenQuDP9XCTHR0cWcHIhf/s320/P9130033.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wall of Scribbles<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMVvRaDcnHMbyZ55_LRH7FM51Y1NkdSL-f9xkSFuYdttLSeOKs1oaw6K-7wR1hCJuSBrjI4xw0jFaiNTsE4Aukifm9XeeOJeqJm4vBSbBiFp_VpQL1vHGESQF0JRpi7TvNtrJKIcF-Cst/s1600/P9120019.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652024832730485186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMVvRaDcnHMbyZ55_LRH7FM51Y1NkdSL-f9xkSFuYdttLSeOKs1oaw6K-7wR1hCJuSBrjI4xw0jFaiNTsE4Aukifm9XeeOJeqJm4vBSbBiFp_VpQL1vHGESQF0JRpi7TvNtrJKIcF-Cst/s320/P9120019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am learning to felt and making a hat! It is 1.5 times larger than it needs to be to fit my head in order to account for the shrinkage of the merino wool.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeUzlyKNpLRKgx4p7GYitlN0_rHDFDkMNoQwZZXb1e_xVJDy_Adkw7AdZAYW4r6o_QbV44CpRs41JRE7qbfMUQ9crlDJaTBUPFUhx-sKCkWzTaOPr891_dRD1fV0Fbe3waIUX4fK8nCTk/s1600/P9100017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652024433446697346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeUzlyKNpLRKgx4p7GYitlN0_rHDFDkMNoQwZZXb1e_xVJDy_Adkw7AdZAYW4r6o_QbV44CpRs41JRE7qbfMUQ9crlDJaTBUPFUhx-sKCkWzTaOPr891_dRD1fV0Fbe3waIUX4fK8nCTk/s320/P9100017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sea of acid dyed wool!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLsE0EnbgkKgEruITZB48DJo8RbaRf_g6Fxw7eOvAw03SDK_9MeqoVKsIZdL-KxOthgbVDhz7wJxDpo5rP9xxUXbU-nQzYasdV32htvFhxBAWIKJK-42e9YvrkI37-oLhu_DIkIo4kQrH/s1600/P9100018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652024110619702946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLsE0EnbgkKgEruITZB48DJo8RbaRf_g6Fxw7eOvAw03SDK_9MeqoVKsIZdL-KxOthgbVDhz7wJxDpo5rP9xxUXbU-nQzYasdV32htvFhxBAWIKJK-42e9YvrkI37-oLhu_DIkIo4kQrH/s320/P9100018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the first layer of wool for the hat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguU6MAF-XDKpo6gqhqb3kI0jgEl50CaYTyTS_hgNb0Xhidz6cUkqjJsUOZ4g0WL5XLaYBmJ2NCEExJHxf_xDI0o9VUDTT7YdfjWPJJwF1ti_9VxXb8TaDVIDlOZD0TaTV9Owm7JdNkKpU/s1600/P9120020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652024640520292850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguU6MAF-XDKpo6gqhqb3kI0jgEl50CaYTyTS_hgNb0Xhidz6cUkqjJsUOZ4g0WL5XLaYBmJ2NCEExJHxf_xDI0o9VUDTT7YdfjWPJJwF1ti_9VxXb8TaDVIDlOZD0TaTV9Owm7JdNkKpU/s320/P9120020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did I metion it's going to be "wounded" hat?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1hZF-kLz9gy6U_jE2V58Cl2WapkctrzQGVyO1CNHw5na4B0zxDC5ApGJ4-SXW0YpsLK-bd1ZSOGeIJtASxHOENkp6qQSKlv8nFkEujYvCzFsB9BY0UdOV3-0_LuHJtPdUeHExdIthEmo/s1600/P9040007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652023884593339170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1hZF-kLz9gy6U_jE2V58Cl2WapkctrzQGVyO1CNHw5na4B0zxDC5ApGJ4-SXW0YpsLK-bd1ZSOGeIJtASxHOENkp6qQSKlv8nFkEujYvCzFsB9BY0UdOV3-0_LuHJtPdUeHExdIthEmo/s320/P9040007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Upon unpaking, I discovered I have over 20 filled journals and sketchbooks from the last ten years. This is most of them.Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-41682586768940369502011-09-12T20:38:00.000-07:002011-09-13T18:30:48.781-07:00Rock Chalk Jayhawk Baby (‘Cause I have a feelin’ We’re Not In Greeley Anymore!)Please consider the following a retro- post. I wrote it a the beginning of August...it just hasn't made it on to the blog until now.<br /><br />I feel a narrative coming on so I figured I should start typing. It is hard to believe that I have been in Lawrence, Kansas for almost two weeks now! Three weeks ago I was sitting on the edge of Santa Elena in Venice by the water watching the vaporettos (water buses) pass by and gazing at the twinkling lights on the island of Lido. So between traveling, packing, cleaning, and then physically moving to a new state, I was in a haze for several day. Not to mention, I was pretty exhausted and I started a new job two days after arriving in Lawrence. In retrospect, coming out here two weeks early was advantageous. I am beginning to feel a little more grounded even though my studio looks more settled than my apartment. It will probably remain in this state until I cough up the money for actual furniture (hmmm...art supplies or a bookshelf?) Classes officially begin next week but I have been in and out of the studio tinkering with some sample pieces.I am making it a goal to write some every other week or at least once a month about studio happenings! In closing, your daily does of randomness (but even random is a pattern): I now live off of 19th Street instead of 18th Street. I decided any parking system that comes with a pamphlet titled “Campus Parking 101”and a PDF with 4 pages of rules (or something like that), is entirely too complicated. I will walk or take the bus thank you very much. I no longer live next to a railroad track but rather a fire department. I have discovered there are 2 apple trees in my “front yard” and a pear tree in front of the art building. I still live a a building that once had lead in the paint so I once again signed a waiver form saying I understand the risk. Lawrence is hot and humid and I am excited for autumn to arrive. Wells Fargo exists in many places all over the US...except Lawrence. Downtown Lawrence is a fabulous place to be and KU has a lovely campus! When requesting a large scanner, only a secretary for an art and design school will ask, “How large? One that you can make a body scan on?”Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-25580988036273244172011-06-18T15:48:00.000-07:002011-06-18T16:27:34.235-07:00[Pil-oh]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33Jp_FPuIys_-zTfiZrPrAE1bdG-UptyYbu8mihaZYkRKCweZnLy9PjeUsjSz4ue3hhJvFmQuwU_d8m-ky9rY84v2ZbM4cIqnJBEqJnlwACCXKaJ5wZ5mqb8SJcIKX8-j9Z3fokQEZOxp/s1600/Sketchbook2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619703617396888674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33Jp_FPuIys_-zTfiZrPrAE1bdG-UptyYbu8mihaZYkRKCweZnLy9PjeUsjSz4ue3hhJvFmQuwU_d8m-ky9rY84v2ZbM4cIqnJBEqJnlwACCXKaJ5wZ5mqb8SJcIKX8-j9Z3fokQEZOxp/s320/Sketchbook2.jpg" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jQrHULQW0s7DngJYnrqADLd9zu0HQcxbJo2nL2C4DY7GOkn7F-WaPBLbHlIlYebrLQJTP2PuMxAYa81PVqk2kSc-hi94ymYBSJRXfffe2hn8J_x88S6G6c37MOLUQT2B1DzF1Whz4P3U/s1600/collagesketch1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619703142502239522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jQrHULQW0s7DngJYnrqADLd9zu0HQcxbJo2nL2C4DY7GOkn7F-WaPBLbHlIlYebrLQJTP2PuMxAYa81PVqk2kSc-hi94ymYBSJRXfffe2hn8J_x88S6G6c37MOLUQT2B1DzF1Whz4P3U/s320/collagesketch1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu-mKc6yJYwbZEy15zbcxJgejyqM008x-Hq4ZIhqeFuTzWEnygZlLHwOgNCYfDpWgbKieh40YMJBnqQFeUecW9hv1Jjho5zNA4L7utCXyVBUsrzqDwGBu03IgcJ-LSY5yuW__gTd2CM3M/s1600/collagesketch2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619703320103220962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu-mKc6yJYwbZEy15zbcxJgejyqM008x-Hq4ZIhqeFuTzWEnygZlLHwOgNCYfDpWgbKieh40YMJBnqQFeUecW9hv1Jjho5zNA4L7utCXyVBUsrzqDwGBu03IgcJ-LSY5yuW__gTd2CM3M/s320/collagesketch2.jpg" /></a> I was about ready to<br />toss out an old pillow. It<br />sat in my living room a few days prior to attempted disposal next to a printer with no ink. The pillow out of its usual context became something other than a soft thing on which we sleep. I was overcome with the urge to tear into it with a sharp object. The intrigue continued as I cut, stitch, and melted that polyester pillow.And thus began this entire musing about pillows and thinking about the meaning and metaphor behind these objects. Some collage sketches accompany this post.Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-64734195358205675532011-04-26T19:28:00.000-07:002011-04-26T20:02:29.633-07:00Sheds and Things<span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600085752169846418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34p7JHInwzIXsfNuMNMn0J1EUO3Y6dcX_n3OWV4LtfblJvszyel4UPCiSLau6CjUYfLi1OZ-5o3dzq16xFfjkmD_9k3J5zLP0_MNIbMV_fAZRXHwippIwF4b2ou9rYS7g9g2fUQUOe5e9/s320/Shed.jpg" />Shed...why can't I find a photo online of a weaving shed? 10 p.m. on Sunday night I was looking for an image of a shed, which is created by harnesses on a loom lifting a certain set of warp threads. The photo was needed for an art history paper that was due the following day. The only photo I could find was on Wikipedia . The teacher had warned the class (in true Chip fashion) if he saw Wikipedia listed as a source for our papers, he'd shred the report before reading it. I decided to not press my luck, even though this was just a photo. I ended up using a drawn diagram of a shed. To the left is a photo of a shed I took today...in case some poor art student out there finds him/herself in a similar predicament. You never know who needs a shed photo at 10 p.m!<br />The end of the my last semester at UNC draws closer and I am cramming for a final test and weaving (and enjoying the latter far more). I am quite content to end this semeseter within the same studio I began. I recall sitting in the fiber's studio two and a half years ago in a surface design class exchanging glances with the looms. They stared right back at me. A few may have even blinked! <em>Ahh!...I hope we're not weaving!</em> I thought to myself. Now look who's sitting at a loom! </span>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-11395917069791910012011-04-04T22:12:00.001-07:002011-04-04T22:58:16.658-07:00Thread of Light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE5J6SRJMzp6j7B0pJkaCvrEutqg3ZnfWowkOQzEfjPAdqJ4WDuiGtGXimB3cZadPpc-NGgdF0eBrwOmu0bkXpJxS-Lif-oG23FcEmNUbMYySUOXi784R9uTobis2QUGDIjgnURshldVP/s1600/detail+077.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591974752456392050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE5J6SRJMzp6j7B0pJkaCvrEutqg3ZnfWowkOQzEfjPAdqJ4WDuiGtGXimB3cZadPpc-NGgdF0eBrwOmu0bkXpJxS-Lif-oG23FcEmNUbMYySUOXi784R9uTobis2QUGDIjgnURshldVP/s320/detail+077.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>Those "three hard core days" of weaving over spring break entailed winding my warp onto the loom. I was in the studio alone in the sunny room as my phone rang and an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. "Hello?" I asked. The inquisitive tone was genuine. "Hi, is this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Raychelle</span>?" "Yes." "This is ____ from The University of Kansas." "Hi." I said as the "H" got caught in the back of my throat. " I am sitting here looking at your portfolio and we're interested in having you join our program. Have you received other offers from any schools..." I can't quite recall everything he said after that because I thought I was dreaming! But I wasn't asleep nor was I dreaming. Last week I visited the beautiful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">KU</span> campus and met some of the art department's amazing students and professors! All <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">the</span> art disciplines are in one building and the fibers rooms are on the 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> floor. Such a lovely view out the windows! I came back with new crackle recipes, some double weave patterns, a simplified method for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ikat</span>, and most importantly a renewed enthusiasm for the remainder of this semester. Studio 206 in Crabbe Hall will always be home to me but I know my time there is quickly slipping away and fading into a new chapter. Dare I say not just a new chapter but a new volume on the 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> floor.</div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-46031790797456886972011-03-11T21:08:00.000-08:002011-03-11T21:16:51.458-08:00Yarn dyed!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVrA622TkVYja5H9OZhcz8izXTY-cbk2ZzSBzOAuotwftvW1kJmEXfsn7ei7HyVInCvGb4PukUzX7JZ8cGy_mz-UsA0grwanuxFv2VCokcPylQyoAjse50c1hJmhNveEZf5ND9A_Y5lvR/s1600/rinse.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583056115157903330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVrA622TkVYja5H9OZhcz8izXTY-cbk2ZzSBzOAuotwftvW1kJmEXfsn7ei7HyVInCvGb4PukUzX7JZ8cGy_mz-UsA0grwanuxFv2VCokcPylQyoAjse50c1hJmhNveEZf5ND9A_Y5lvR/s400/rinse.jpg" /></a> I am thrilled with the color of my painted warp! It took nearly two hours but I finally got all the dye rinsed out of my yarn. Hopefully it will be dry so I can start dressing the loom tomorrow! I am trying to squeeze in three days of hard-core weaving on spring break before leaving town (in addition to some reading and researching for a paper...)Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-91884567971979244902011-03-04T20:39:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:27:55.498-08:00Hot off the loom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3rdKAWmyocW9lSAFa1VPZIrenFYzvADzhAKiPY1ZGkdJAFcYowsv2xsww4NOHus5TA1p0T0wMJQ3VtPsPY2Cqd_HkYcno-yHNle5vWRUo_Wof3NE_Q1xAhU1QjTNwgANe_EpFTqtOiAI/s1600/project+1+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580800488979362130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3rdKAWmyocW9lSAFa1VPZIrenFYzvADzhAKiPY1ZGkdJAFcYowsv2xsww4NOHus5TA1p0T0wMJQ3VtPsPY2Cqd_HkYcno-yHNle5vWRUo_Wof3NE_Q1xAhU1QjTNwgANe_EpFTqtOiAI/s320/project+1+015.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWCn1lh2q5ukzD8DnyOVB2Zp1eBWQ1KL6po27YP74dN_3bQn1N6bcReUg3F0FAZUzw-bctkKiShv3-zK_aczcxEJ2u0jqSuA17o3GcFh2AnAdzaivFoBcmO7wvViqvLaP9zVIvSD7akEF/s1600/front%2526back.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580799965838776722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWCn1lh2q5ukzD8DnyOVB2Zp1eBWQ1KL6po27YP74dN_3bQn1N6bcReUg3F0FAZUzw-bctkKiShv3-zK_aczcxEJ2u0jqSuA17o3GcFh2AnAdzaivFoBcmO7wvViqvLaP9zVIvSD7akEF/s320/front%2526back.jpg" /></a> I am now quite excited that this idea might just work! I pulled my weaving off of the loom on Thursday and I was so incredibly tired from a whirlwind trip to Seattle that I really didn't care. What you are looking at are two pieces of material joined together on the loom to make a tube structure (kind of like a pillowcase).<br /><div><br /><div><div>In between the two layers of fabric are segments of chicken wire that have been trimmed and sanded on a grinder to smooth out the edges as much as possible. The fabric now bends with the wire and holds its shape! I am not thoroughly thrilled with the combination of golden yellow and navy blue but the turquoise faux weft (I added most off the loom by hand) is improving the situation. </div><div></div><div>The next step is weaving a much larger piece using the same technique. Time for some math! One layer will be dark blue and the other layer will be dyed with some bright and juicy colors. I am not so sure what I will be using for the weft material though...I should have though that through when </div><div> I drove <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6-CSUZyx87OYORdmOkG-Qcv6HJS_izn5XsyFipHEJQIYGV_wcF4nivOH-pUiv6czcoDQdj1FTFMg6nmpFi5aj1dE9j0AfajRHyPRsRdbOXTDg2RzwQ_zFEq6Uc4be27hPcOLDpPBnCRY/s1600/front.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580799267428516114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6-CSUZyx87OYORdmOkG-Qcv6HJS_izn5XsyFipHEJQIYGV_wcF4nivOH-pUiv6czcoDQdj1FTFMg6nmpFi5aj1dE9j0AfajRHyPRsRdbOXTDg2RzwQ_zFEq6Uc4be27hPcOLDpPBnCRY/s320/front.jpg" /></a>to Ft. Collins to purchase yarn! Sigh. </div><div>Hello afterthought! I'll figure something out. This will be done in time for submission to the student show in two weeks. I am determined! We know where I will be spending most of my spring break...</div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-13789919256210592792011-02-10T19:01:00.000-08:002011-02-10T19:58:01.583-08:00In this space...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO0LVFva6i7UNmrTjVXQTCfiCux2sGq7WGa-e6ySY6DU9BBu8phOUVppTpjbcBMloP9LTvhhc1YhnBGQfRckEErbmvN4azleWmj1gLP098KWEMxW0dFj2VYJSeU-ayL1Bg_2nEivS_0LP/s1600/IMG_2420.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572275031193516466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO0LVFva6i7UNmrTjVXQTCfiCux2sGq7WGa-e6ySY6DU9BBu8phOUVppTpjbcBMloP9LTvhhc1YhnBGQfRckEErbmvN4azleWmj1gLP098KWEMxW0dFj2VYJSeU-ayL1Bg_2nEivS_0LP/s320/IMG_2420.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">She leads me to the gallery full of freshly hung work for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">UNC</span> Gala show that opens tomorrow. "You can get out but not back in to the room." she said. "Just turn the light off when you leave please." "Thank you so much!" I reply as the door closes behind her. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Alone in the gallery or space before a show opens is like climbing into a seed pod before it blossoms. I am surrounded by possibility, story, and process. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Possibility</span> that someone will engage with the art work. Stories told and stories <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">perceived</span>. Processes that have happened and will happen. I am left in the space and met with my five canvas on the cream colored carpeted wall. I open my box and pull out the skein of black <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">perle</span> cotton used to stitch on the canvas. There was little hesitation in that moment of time as I tie a knot to a piece of string already hanging from the fifth canvas (image to the)left and begin to unwind the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">skein</span>. The yarn dances and loops around itself. It puddles on to floor just as I have imagined. Suddenly, I discover that the yarn has the ability to stick to carped wall. This variable is magic and I am drawing with yarn on the wall and floor! It bridges the space between the wall and floor, changing the overall dynamic of the pieces. The unknown has made the space full and the piece complete. Stop. Up until this minute, it was not finished. </div><div align="center">Stop </div><div align="center">Now it is complete </div><div align="center">It exists for now </div><div align="center">This work </div><div align="center">On this wall </div><div align="center">In this space </div><div align="center">Inhale </div><div align="center">Exhale </div><div align="center">The ship has set sail </div><br /><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div>I will post pictures soon of the actual exhibit. Nothing beats seeing artwork in person though if you are able to do so! The University of Northern Colorado Gala is Saturday, February 12. The art show begins at 6:00 pm and is free and open to the public. The music and theatre performance is at 8:00 pm and is a ticketed event. Please visit <a href="http://www.arts.unco.edu/gala/index.html">http://www.arts.unco.edu/gala/index.html</a> for more information. Hope to see you there!Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-69265382487424204392011-02-03T19:58:00.001-08:002011-02-03T20:10:59.186-08:00Weaving! (at last)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Dh3R6F0Nuh9hpFAmEgC0fZ8iPV3hF_206g-6bsRBLHz2fAQHHavagheQ8eqj8DDBza9-Cc3yJOeqjmk7g5BaKPns9C8VnJvFd6q4pcx7kK_tL_mWZHO3uS-DhBhYTBLKD9ruwIeidnmm/s1600/double+weave+start+058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569680019306650098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Dh3R6F0Nuh9hpFAmEgC0fZ8iPV3hF_206g-6bsRBLHz2fAQHHavagheQ8eqj8DDBza9-Cc3yJOeqjmk7g5BaKPns9C8VnJvFd6q4pcx7kK_tL_mWZHO3uS-DhBhYTBLKD9ruwIeidnmm/s400/double+weave+start+058.jpg" border="0" /></a> The loom is dressed and ready to go!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUSIahX6dwGomzYqbZRknbZjFHXG7jGc1kWUL0wRjkiJtzdjsPHOk7n0ghhyN_9TLj6ME-r35Y8HgHOiksF0kLi3w-ZzYsgBZ8CtMQkDCG3Y8Lb4VMetW-eTOz9VtyvV6pS_0NWPfw_rH/s1600/above.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569679815078796242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUSIahX6dwGomzYqbZRknbZjFHXG7jGc1kWUL0wRjkiJtzdjsPHOk7n0ghhyN_9TLj6ME-r35Y8HgHOiksF0kLi3w-ZzYsgBZ8CtMQkDCG3Y8Lb4VMetW-eTOz9VtyvV6pS_0NWPfw_rH/s400/above.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the top layer of the double weave<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30tLN2S2TYhWzQbd9zWY7OoSkOQfCQrvgghWJE0haU3G2XlRB0XMCtysx2lULwb-antgAVlLlCNNsjvfMFHDYdw9N59GjbXBAVUZbwJKalOH6mZL1QlihV4s1TnS0FRPAawIy2Vp4ejHj/s1600/beneath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569679615355762834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30tLN2S2TYhWzQbd9zWY7OoSkOQfCQrvgghWJE0haU3G2XlRB0XMCtysx2lULwb-antgAVlLlCNNsjvfMFHDYdw9N59GjbXBAVUZbwJKalOH6mZL1QlihV4s1TnS0FRPAawIy2Vp4ejHj/s400/beneath.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the bottom layer of the double weave<br /><br />I am still in the sampling stages of this process but I am quite excited to discover what can be done with double weave!<br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-54760852291340535982011-01-27T15:24:00.000-08:002011-02-03T06:47:40.469-08:00And we're back...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzB6061fuyYrEiNEyFxe3k_fXtxZ5eUA_IqVQsyq2L_laqFRC_xGJW37CVQI586nWSbvz_8GyellIeM1CaY8b7b-yhkcCKT64uaLrv8ds3MX1ZBCEC-xuOBlipYtkLkGjB68B5ercQtzI/s1600/threaded.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569474912975662354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzB6061fuyYrEiNEyFxe3k_fXtxZ5eUA_IqVQsyq2L_laqFRC_xGJW37CVQI586nWSbvz_8GyellIeM1CaY8b7b-yhkcCKT64uaLrv8ds3MX1ZBCEC-xuOBlipYtkLkGjB68B5ercQtzI/s320/threaded.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After some delay, I am back in the studio again. My head has been out of commission for the last two months between my exit portfolio for graduation, filling out graduate school applications, Christmas, and work. I spent this past Saturday milling around the studio and pulling some experimental screen prints. I am trying to find efficient ways of screen printing without a frame.<br /><br />And after some technical complications with class registration and financial aid, my semester is officially underway with Weaving and Renaissance Art History (I sadly had to drop my Multi-Cultural Psychology class).<br /><br />Weaving has been interesting so far because I've been helping people dress their looms and even taught one of the class sessions! I was worried that I'd forgotten how to weave but the aforementioned situations quickly refreshed my mind. I am working on a larger (much larger) loom this time, a beautiful Macomber to be exact. First project: Learning double weave. What does this mean? We will all know what it really entails (my self included) in a few weeks but the basic ideas is that two pieces of fabric can be woven at one time, one on top of the other. More to come!<br /></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-58927207267783740072011-01-04T19:42:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:16:11.946-08:00Latest Series<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLC-U8PtXf3W6UCaj9N3uN4gPCCrxB50ByACah-88WljZ0sILDI2IXdF8jnU4_9z7xYyVFpVTdwGLns13poMC_J38BOfMW7iqMiqouxHjGraKr3MROVtoKXpEkhfy8OvdTKtXlsbBc19vR/s1600/IMG_2424.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558546481603833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLC-U8PtXf3W6UCaj9N3uN4gPCCrxB50ByACah-88WljZ0sILDI2IXdF8jnU4_9z7xYyVFpVTdwGLns13poMC_J38BOfMW7iqMiqouxHjGraKr3MROVtoKXpEkhfy8OvdTKtXlsbBc19vR/s400/IMG_2424.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggF6E8JJLdYI1dfdvX2ePXjoq77knZ4p_SGHCOq_xiz0M-TNPA3w0pqyx4o8yVXsV_Qhgv1axv8PDyhxDE-MPThhadbZEjU_sTCd3ehzeEPb8iNtC8FUjRi3ocrTWtYrqHA-w751FywXLB/s1600/IMG_2412.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558545740246323906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggF6E8JJLdYI1dfdvX2ePXjoq77knZ4p_SGHCOq_xiz0M-TNPA3w0pqyx4o8yVXsV_Qhgv1axv8PDyhxDE-MPThhadbZEjU_sTCd3ehzeEPb8iNtC8FUjRi3ocrTWtYrqHA-w751FywXLB/s400/IMG_2412.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD46SECXCVgGUv_TYaKyMzAInttEuRbfC-hVEoPD8M2JLkHmVYZqG1SuTuyojA5yjVKGK_TMy1Cp5VGfxLVDo6QadhZLfe0PTzpC6xiW95bpTxgNmAQ5r3fIVDkC7TE9esIyplNzunY_jz/s1600/IMG_2414.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558545632028196850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD46SECXCVgGUv_TYaKyMzAInttEuRbfC-hVEoPD8M2JLkHmVYZqG1SuTuyojA5yjVKGK_TMy1Cp5VGfxLVDo6QadhZLfe0PTzpC6xiW95bpTxgNmAQ5r3fIVDkC7TE9esIyplNzunY_jz/s400/IMG_2414.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaU7OS9ZIjMFrCpki7dwPsIwubXcAm97pKy4wp35jjWZQvvM-KIX3ezL0BT8H-oj8Mig_lL8d6eqoJbSDwWB3An496fgOrbX9eukk7ycRZCe_HREYqlgXcW7q_F56lk95uih0Ua4qFe4G/s1600/IMG_2420.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558545488711552354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaU7OS9ZIjMFrCpki7dwPsIwubXcAm97pKy4wp35jjWZQvvM-KIX3ezL0BT8H-oj8Mig_lL8d6eqoJbSDwWB3An496fgOrbX9eukk7ycRZCe_HREYqlgXcW7q_F56lk95uih0Ua4qFe4G/s400/IMG_2420.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558545106205804706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiI7odR8-T2cXjm3L7etS91lZHG-uA1t__9qpGvedoMJ7u-az5Y5kFT_VH3c8IvR6siC9gNjLeyEH0pKtr6q6aNYMF8kYkkeG_bcGae628PZD0EhYGmFd8XHIbaqZK3JBtE76U2zVYj6Y/s400/IMG_2416.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uxGjApP_NshSwUvqCH0AVSEO5lPZ5VhQ9oolA2C8qRRXDCbWCWYLrigz8AdvLxvolv7q1k7z1L4rrpatJm36HtFhicWPQOzTGqXO68rvKR01wEjTRMF4hJ7ULXldddhQTe7-OX9a70Fv/s1600/IMG_2428.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558544825107108498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uxGjApP_NshSwUvqCH0AVSEO5lPZ5VhQ9oolA2C8qRRXDCbWCWYLrigz8AdvLxvolv7q1k7z1L4rrpatJm36HtFhicWPQOzTGqXO68rvKR01wEjTRMF4hJ7ULXldddhQTe7-OX9a70Fv/s400/IMG_2428.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfvJfqh4V9xt1RO2liKKXGmBHmqR6MCsEUbaaUmzZIB_Mm3y2z8_thnOoJrJT9JIRP3Wvf2Qi9GGEdapxLDtWkP5xhQqlC5ICmjiOSgkCcaYMCjQyB40JBRlTl6AR4tuW4R0HtErRTxtO/s1600/IMG_2421.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558544565779510162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfvJfqh4V9xt1RO2liKKXGmBHmqR6MCsEUbaaUmzZIB_Mm3y2z8_thnOoJrJT9JIRP3Wvf2Qi9GGEdapxLDtWkP5xhQqlC5ICmjiOSgkCcaYMCjQyB40JBRlTl6AR4tuW4R0HtErRTxtO/s400/IMG_2421.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>How time slips away with the wind! Above are drawings from last semester. Thank you James and John Holden for the photographs! </div><br /><div>The idea of phonetic spelling has launched a new series of images made up of screen prints and ghost prints with acrylic on canvas. Words such as life, death, and hate are spelled phonetically with yarn to create a resist before the print is pulled. The words are stitched with yarn and the leftover string hangs knotted at the bottom of the canvas in space. These rather serious words have lost some meaning in this culture and we are prone to using the words like “hate” or “love” so loosely. Upon suggestion from classmates, these “heavy” words are juxtaposed with “light” almost random words such as “cupcake”. There are currently nine pieces in and I plan to expand the series!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-78424389292352495882010-10-21T13:26:00.000-07:002010-10-21T14:13:23.432-07:00Art Show Photos<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Remembering </em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em>Photo by Chuck Hanson</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605498702661042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUCchK9HE-7T1nLlBXHhJroSaj4i8eeuucnlyyhIhr6fTt3vqddC792stqj5UU85PFFQzLYKRAjNZd7q4njbUgXVLCGcVaevnsMiQF9V6oRLvqgHixDvVGCxki1Xd6fE2R5gavzSQ46Oj/s400/Remembering.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530607628020244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCd3QpshvJBxb5hjUzrGaHlQtmTnUgeQNNWQ6AwlbFedPwulYv4rZ7dY1gcHkr-ZL29gDm_Fo6RlpngVlEAD6OjRUhofZRDOtzz1B5vanbi1iIWFqLlME6SxcuiCIVsYnUNqvu9fxxoLq-/s400/2_In+Search+of+Catharsis.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <em>In Search of Catharsis</em> </p><p align="center">Photos by Jonathan Holden<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601341171310626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4jw2S7hrQjH5C_oAfRGN5KvOh88cBOCCvqmsLJyy00Js5Zv7B899Z4HhYKDtIf30WSUGf-xjjb3u4egEHBmMGebd6xSTeYFWxXVbMhUYA3qxGYco2wDzO5i3J3N845E8K-3a10-y9Z7P/s400/P9084828.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601021298617554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1cmXSYxd-ipTCHmCYi2_F3ngYxz-FL9f__ZJNHsTPpfBfOYiZtKswUpq31NH3YbietU9SOpNlTvJUqyxl2aTE6VojUvDXINL8JiC0-EH0MQenuBXUPRYtsj3rT0zNTgAVEpTll4ihadC/s400/P9094875.jpg" border="0" /><em>Rip, Stitch, Mend</em> </p><div align="center">Photos by Jonathan Holden</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598854841028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQZimHjCp1A9yv1jIiHL8Zdv_E7f0pSGLF8RCDWC3q8vbF2bn_w3yP309sB6UmF_8YDnOrt_biRRygG6gP_pVmbt2ad9BXI-5msXV1nKpwm0bbcdmgu8UPhTikg1AhO-0oG3UUVLpvEqF/s400/P9084814.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530599171787522914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU0TTzA_6hkSIJKRZTLK9ncQ5BAz0VuOwQOmnqmeQZInR2pKj58cnW7td7M16-q5dfk6MqPtYHLX4d-oRRNwLCAbZSFH4pklvGdHM3B6Epr1YZ8wStS9Bj966jVDiDDvF4nI9IJFppqU-E/s400/P9094982.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530599660273136658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1CsDxSmqidalrSyW6jK8V2FyZQ5DH1QlScLryw1uKlt66M2UZSfJu7TjCqQ8Wvf-gcLf6KzM_-kne31Z4MIRdRquQDey1MXorQOTyUJUeUSQkqPXiy8kAEOs8rnYyQtyEFH5SkiRcgdI/s400/P9094854.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-51782162636418645672010-10-15T21:47:00.000-07:002010-10-15T21:52:31.666-07:00The Last of Summer’s Rain<span style="color:#33ccff;">Written August 7, 2010<br /><br />My mind cannot help but wander<br />As I gaze across the barren desert<br />There in the distance<br />Blooming on the eternal horizon<br />A single cloud<br /><br />Upon embrace<br />I realize how I have missed you<br />A silent piece of my world<br />There all along<br />Between the shifting shadows<br />And curtains of chiffon<br /><br />In the heat of a summer’s day<br />I felt the swift rush<br />Of an evening storm<br />Through the tips of your fingers<br />My heart longed to be held captive<br />By your pouring rain<br /><br />In that moment I felt electricity<br />Lightening grazing the earth<br />Illuminating the sky<br />And making my veins pulse with life<br />Still echoing in the canyons of my mind<br />As the sun peeks over the bluffs</span>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-76727748973557623752010-10-15T20:17:00.000-07:002010-10-15T21:06:24.178-07:00Autumn Fire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHegfLq4Yms2NVBpKhvYip90K2Km0-yGJLapnTZ9eFmpOtTdy5Gukma3VPb09fPtaT5xfwntWhkmGXvPwvoF-yNi8rx3bEw2pRvXSjXN-S6UjLx22_NdP3XLKU6RU_fZqHCcdxJestMa7M/s1600/leafs+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528481150018107826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHegfLq4Yms2NVBpKhvYip90K2Km0-yGJLapnTZ9eFmpOtTdy5Gukma3VPb09fPtaT5xfwntWhkmGXvPwvoF-yNi8rx3bEw2pRvXSjXN-S6UjLx22_NdP3XLKU6RU_fZqHCcdxJestMa7M/s400/leafs+062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf95bc6WgTRjr-8wg2yh8EQCQ1eWj5s5spdDkrgQenw2IIm2ALBSkh5n48S9rP2O5phcruoIfA0qKlB7fz6lvp_GnOk9cwwQ-EO4K-VbO8RL7kAZ92vNo9_MomQl__lA-O5l-kcb3QHbqq/s1600/leafs+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528480821822869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf95bc6WgTRjr-8wg2yh8EQCQ1eWj5s5spdDkrgQenw2IIm2ALBSkh5n48S9rP2O5phcruoIfA0qKlB7fz6lvp_GnOk9cwwQ-EO4K-VbO8RL7kAZ92vNo9_MomQl__lA-O5l-kcb3QHbqq/s400/leafs+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAyJD_vGUCPT5LWyTdvbWdYiXc3XMdt-qL7ffJt1Yl_jPxFGGDUTKICsKTIXWAU3gjd9Kqm57ffhv57UzqzNNW39re-64BCNc4pr3ClE6EA1fAUbUzY3ZE1ZyxqTbz30IhLRaFYDVivfM/s1600/leafs+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528480565830161186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAyJD_vGUCPT5LWyTdvbWdYiXc3XMdt-qL7ffJt1Yl_jPxFGGDUTKICsKTIXWAU3gjd9Kqm57ffhv57UzqzNNW39re-64BCNc4pr3ClE6EA1fAUbUzY3ZE1ZyxqTbz30IhLRaFYDVivfM/s400/leafs+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>My latest in progress project<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxWcZOsKLqPbX2HyZm-A84QGVUfq0rqHjJsJPU2AhQ8yeWxLFkBpZ1xzthlz-ZmJYQg7NXmBxW8B2w8PfPGMX_kDaPANvYk6T_iQ0hrUPgufxSxQO0niaIYfl9keNGNqmrniSPF_w6nvh/s1600/me+and+latest+work.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478475736999154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbxWcZOsKLqPbX2HyZm-A84QGVUfq0rqHjJsJPU2AhQ8yeWxLFkBpZ1xzthlz-ZmJYQg7NXmBxW8B2w8PfPGMX_kDaPANvYk6T_iQ0hrUPgufxSxQO0niaIYfl9keNGNqmrniSPF_w6nvh/s400/me+and+latest+work.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Autumn sun and winter moon </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The trees ablaze </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The air alive<br />As I burn fabric </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">on the back porch<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">I am working on 4 wooden frames, hinged together like an accordion book. The frames were once covered in old, off-white paint and sticky gunk. I cleaned, sanded, cleaned again, adjusted screws, and re-painted the wood. From these frames hang sheer, layered, polyester fabric ranging from black and gray to white. This fabric burns beautifully! The light gray fabric was somewhat difficult to find. I bought the remaining 3 1/2 yards from Denver fabric online. When my order finally arrived in the mail, I felt like I had the last pieces of gray sheer in world! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The burning stage of this process (hence the mask) has started. I am trying not to get carried away by torching the whole thing so I have been taking this project a little slower. After the holes finished, areas will be stitched and mended. We shall see where this piece of string ends!</span></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-12485817570981946842010-09-25T17:45:00.000-07:002010-09-25T18:10:54.587-07:00Indigo!I am currently having a love affair with indigo dye! A few friends and I dyed with indigo for the first time today. I prepped the dye vat yesterday with a few simple ingredients and instructions from <a href="http://www.dharmatrading.com/">Dharma Trading</a>. Using the pre-reduced indigo crystals was far less complicated then making a dye bath from natural indigo. There is chemical magical in this process. The fabric is a yellow-green color for the first few seconds out of the dye bath;however, as the dye oxidizes, the blue begins to appear! Deep shades of blue are achieved by dipping the fabric into the dye multiple times. Photos are below. Hopefully more to come from this process! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521022744439162146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gi6FLYokk8qVQKC8Wyzg5VVgmAbkt_PlK_u-f2oG5iFztrAAX7SJtYokzaKDe9sdJ0mC93VWS1uDBxNrviOBkOstpEc2011KCBNcr6j7VKUL4gSG2fzIpEv4jp8VnJUN3C1ZfSICx3gJ/s400/indigo+linen+cotton+silk+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzS4sxgNu30h1sdiTABSzohkSVXTS-9dsPgRlsMMRWpu2I3Dka9DBlQDBry8_PHzcrpedVWYSSuGlbSZO-M_ZzNYgKz_XuYQQG2WPUQM7FsGdF1Y6UskEptWZWy_IL0QOFhUZXhewBYmQ/s1600/indigo+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521022467307892738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzS4sxgNu30h1sdiTABSzohkSVXTS-9dsPgRlsMMRWpu2I3Dka9DBlQDBry8_PHzcrpedVWYSSuGlbSZO-M_ZzNYgKz_XuYQQG2WPUQM7FsGdF1Y6UskEptWZWy_IL0QOFhUZXhewBYmQ/s400/indigo+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-1JUb5EvusqfRdhhb1Pa4xtHrM4x8-1nldjgzX5C2gPnL3RazWRkz3lodo5mqqLiT4Diykql6zVhLo2uxUf51NuHMUptMpYcVToBa0gBdXhmh_jBhhadAOBvk7hTaxd1b_tylRVpng0o/s1600/indigo+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521022150813619618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-1JUb5EvusqfRdhhb1Pa4xtHrM4x8-1nldjgzX5C2gPnL3RazWRkz3lodo5mqqLiT4Diykql6zVhLo2uxUf51NuHMUptMpYcVToBa0gBdXhmh_jBhhadAOBvk7hTaxd1b_tylRVpng0o/s400/indigo+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-15093825336688082232010-08-22T16:11:00.000-07:002010-10-15T20:17:18.960-07:00At last...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsJslgFfDtIfW6TPwVJvp50_KyCIFOmvRwkYG-hp_ZfOomCtDstyuVGxNIoTgrbzLXvRiRBkDwvM09e9WQPwAPyIkSwJ6T1PZMatm0XGkXfmEqAr27a5KDR6G_d2jVZUkxtCUhuNH5Ohu/s1600/P9094868.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528477453100860018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsJslgFfDtIfW6TPwVJvp50_KyCIFOmvRwkYG-hp_ZfOomCtDstyuVGxNIoTgrbzLXvRiRBkDwvM09e9WQPwAPyIkSwJ6T1PZMatm0XGkXfmEqAr27a5KDR6G_d2jVZUkxtCUhuNH5Ohu/s400/P9094868.jpg" border="0" /></a> Finished piece in the San Juan Gallery in Pueblo!<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXe9zNnPb18857ZozUacKMBAyWpYpmnPH2IZFMxqEx3FOGAzuOOJf6xQEz5wVlF2KEJ2qWcxJE1G5QiQrifmVWhHbJFWzXsa-5P1EcNtQ9l9LkG1F10r3RukX3opo8TtHRr34qz50OsIM/s1600/Enduring+Expectations.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508378366397878114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguXe9zNnPb18857ZozUacKMBAyWpYpmnPH2IZFMxqEx3FOGAzuOOJf6xQEz5wVlF2KEJ2qWcxJE1G5QiQrifmVWhHbJFWzXsa-5P1EcNtQ9l9LkG1F10r3RukX3opo8TtHRr34qz50OsIM/s400/Enduring+Expectations.jpg" border="0" /></a> Skirt on temporary mannequin<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H5MIwUB1Wna8lZOoTxwuQxNuAit38LEUww6zMtn6q2zqi2U4jxvp2yjewqyfJnUNYXomVQlseIMEUPMgNi1hafBICcTffwBviNQLSz8BP-PsLJzs5qqmVc2yh1tjPgzF3PWbG18rkNyD/s1600/mask+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377812969814962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H5MIwUB1Wna8lZOoTxwuQxNuAit38LEUww6zMtn6q2zqi2U4jxvp2yjewqyfJnUNYXomVQlseIMEUPMgNi1hafBICcTffwBviNQLSz8BP-PsLJzs5qqmVc2yh1tjPgzF3PWbG18rkNyD/s400/mask+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wire mannequin in progress<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQeznPo20EMfIy9ojq28JHXINRK_75eTJji3XDZX6RRgllG0uRxsp-ZJ1sMvZVo0od-1RqmkBsJgLkmPHdRSgXYsUyYcPPBwjtVPMtUWEQS1xUq1ijfOLBIP3GvtBorMXHx_9SZhj_I17/s1600/mask+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377273816871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQeznPo20EMfIy9ojq28JHXINRK_75eTJji3XDZX6RRgllG0uRxsp-ZJ1sMvZVo0od-1RqmkBsJgLkmPHdRSgXYsUyYcPPBwjtVPMtUWEQS1xUq1ijfOLBIP3GvtBorMXHx_9SZhj_I17/s400/mask+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I think it is done she said to her self<br />In the muggy air of the hallway as<br />Sunlight at 5 p.m. poured through the arched window.<br />Enjoy the feeling<br />This afternoon<br />This moment of now<br />On the last day of empty quiet before the first day<br />Of my last semester<br />The stand for the hoop skirt is now finished<br />Like everything else, the integration of the two became<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />This is by far one of the most challenging things I have had to stitch. It was difficult to pin the material to the wire to keep it from puckering. Working with invisible thread made the challenge all the more delightful. As I was working, I found that the rusted silk was becoming a skin. Though rust can cause atrocious corrosion to metal, is has done nothing to the galvanized wire. Likewise, time has not done a whole lot of damage to certain structure and expectations found in a variety of places.<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-56179084780201130012010-08-06T20:14:00.001-07:002010-08-06T20:33:21.872-07:00Art ShowI do suppose multiple projects will keep me out of life of crime...or at least keep life interesting. Details below about my upcoming show!<br /><br /><em><strong>A Space In Between</strong></em> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">An exploration of the interstice or space in between “here” and “there” through literal and conceptual deconstruction <br /><br />August 31- September 23<br />San Juan Gallery at Pueblo Community College <br /><br />Opening Reception <br />September 2, 2010 <br />From 5 pm—7 pm<br /><br />900 West Orman Avenue<br />Pueblo, Colorado 81004<br /><br />Gallery Hours:<br /> Monday– Friday 8 am– 3pm </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br />Stop by if you can make it! Nothing beats seeing art (any art) in person. Now...to bed so I can awaken, go to a meeting, and then have energy to burn more umbrellas and stitch tulle to an armature with wire!Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-67371825305870270842010-08-03T20:45:00.000-07:002010-08-03T21:19:46.609-07:00Printmaking<div><br /><br /><div>Taking a summer studio class in a month was intense. I spent at least five hours in the printmaking studio, five days a week. It was challenging to use new techniques and express ideas in effective ways in such a concentrated amount of time! But from such challenges comes growth!<br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>I enjoyed monotypes ("mono" meaning one) much more than relief printmaking. I find something wonderful in not being able to reproduce an image using a medium that is typically used for duplication. Monotypes is a hybrid of drawing,painting, and typical printmaking. It lends itself well to spontaneity and mixed media techniques (monoprints: adding to a monotype print after it is on paper), which makes me happy! Here are a few of my favorites. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501404311510647874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tH2vUbVDChvsnEJGBgOdduOW92HSyA4YDoh2gdAtgFFAUN_vVuhlObWT1WlmQoEqAXBJxRZrdZdurjxYy1RQI58lE-HfQ02u5Yhh7IIDS8ytTFknfdDafm_YPmPrhVsY9qKL34UaHPgA/s320/the+lost+one+rest.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501401877000710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAdjh9CFiaeH6uUbL-yPYbyBZETdk6I1qTeipc_5ZrFI3WGPw7TKOe0R67O-jXrjEnxFvCvkPFHunsDmG_YrZWiD_wnblLYwSvSTAwGxcvj2Wv8I6kW4pkONT7hDQA9ViLWPzp0absYIX/s320/dragon+iris+2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501401344087181394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWwNDUNJXoULosPautrZF6_MPtUqSeLNyWa8Thcz9VHdqS9sTLUldk5KOhRJZ_4jiYA6W67CneFUpUKvqn0KmcemQL6tYn2JT21CvfMJ4B737pL63EOcCO0hrWYuwqeQUSvzAbTBzzDQD/s320/climbing+out.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501400836647531762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANQHV5mlugrF-DxH_6pKJApavDrxFyr4tk4Msi5QDnKPf5M5He3DOA0_1Z1H3FV6Xe2v_3N2M8y8CcCIhFh0zWeAR1DE0TWmH1jQDRJ2iKnbVojM5qcsUdHr2HAwl5E5LYRaC1C7YfQRX/s320/the+longing.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-29969151159505926442010-07-06T20:20:00.000-07:002010-07-06T20:36:22.359-07:00One Evening in Early July<span style="color:#ff0000;">At last, a moment to catch my breath, inhale deeply, and exhale slowly. Summer has been fast and busy between work, side project, and now a printmaking class (monotypes, which I am enjoying...it is intense to cram a semester of studio in one month though!). Hopefully, new pictures will follow soon. Meanwhile a scrap of poetry: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>An Evening in Early July</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I walked out that evening<br />Into the wind struck sky<br />Thoughts fade<br />Caught in the majesty<br />Of a stormy landscape<br />Light danced across the air<br />And music resounded<br />Though the corridors of nature<br />Clouds like wings, faces,<br />And pieces unknown<br />Jut fearlessly upward<br />Thrusting their soul into the atmosphere<br />I am lost<br />Lost in a fleeting second<br />As the light fades fast<br />Into the rush of trees<br />Night and glowing light<br />Shadows cascade across the open window<br />As a cross breeze fills my heart<br />It is like rediscovering ink and brush<br />To be in a moment<br />That a bottle cannot hold<br />And photos can only echo</span>Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-72630223872104733232010-03-18T12:08:00.000-07:002010-04-17T18:41:09.219-07:00These are the days...These are the days you have to laugh and remind yourself of why you love being an artist.<br />Why... I wondered.<br />You would think by now I would have learned that "conventional"<br />saves time and money in the end.<br />Doing work on standard sized paper<br />Saves you a lot of headache when it comes time to frame<br />If I could just resist pastel...<br />...I'd need glass less often<br />If I could just work on canvas...<br />...I would not have to spend time looking for straight pieces of 1 x 2 wood<br />with which to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cradle</span> and mount the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">masonite</span></span><br />If I could just pick one main medium to work with<br />...I'd have less of an issue picking a concentration area for art school<br />But "If-I-could-just...__________" I may not be the kind of artist I am today<br />Sometimes what needs to be conveyed<br />Does not fit in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dimension</span> of "conventional"<br />A lot of my work is "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">awkward</span>" in terms of space and hanging<br />Sometimes art is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">convenient</span><br />And it is most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definitely</span> not always simple<br />I don't have magic powers<br />A piece must become<br />There is a process<br />"Masterpieces" often being as "Mess-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">terpieces</span>"<br />Ideas and techniques must be refined<br />I have days that I think<br />I have run out of ideas<br />And I have run out energy<br />Just like everyone else<br />Those are the times I must dig deeper<br />Reflect and think and prayRaychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-52765046812891083352010-03-15T19:45:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:01:29.234-07:00Painted Warp: An Exercise in SpontaneityThe colorful yarn in the above photo is "painted warp" rinsing in a bucket of water. I was thrilled with the vibrant colors that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurred</span>! I measured off my yarn and tied it into a neat bundle. I laid it out on the table, on a drop cloth, and "painted" it with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MX</span> fiber reactive dye. It sat over night covered in the plastic drop cloth and I came back the next morning to wash out the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">remaining</span> dye. What a fantabulous way to start my Thursday morning! It is going on the loom tomorrow!Raychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-86680927716051896572010-03-09T21:35:00.000-08:002010-03-15T19:41:11.833-07:00Process and My First WeavingProcess is such a big part of my work:<br />I plan<br />Play<br />And mess stuff up<br />I undo<br />Redo<br />Rethink<br />I rework<br />Put it away<br />And revisit<br />And I do eventually finish<br /><br />In spite of such factors sometimes process drives me batty<br />School and such deadlines require this process to condense<br />I enjoy such challenges<br />Sometimes I work myself into a corner artistically to see if I can get out<br />But sometimes I fear<br />That the process will not work itself out in the end<br />I fear I have been too spontaneous<br />And craftsmanship has faltered<br />After all, there is a fine line between random and sloppy<br /><br />This was the case with my first weaving<br />It is five inches wide and ten feet long<br />I thought I could weave this no more<br />I thought I was losing my mind<br />After all that work<br />I feared that I would not like the end result<br />I mean there was a plan... well a half plan...<br />Weaving is technical enough that one needs<br />At least a half plan<br /><br />So I began<br />Shortly after what I felt was a quarter of the way through<br />I was getting bored with the pattern<br />Lynn suggested I play with the blue line<br />So I did and broke it into three segments<br />None of this was in the "plan"<br />(Which is why it is a half plan)<br /><br />I hoped the proportions were correct<br />I hoped things blended correctly<br />I hoped I did not run out of fuzzy red yarn...<br /><br />After all, this whole piece was a response<br />To the last four inches I had woven<br />Finally, it was ready to come off of the loom<br />I was happy with the length<br />But felt something was missing<br />I looked at it<br />Something was not quite right<br />It was not "there"<br />It’s an internal thing that is usually quite accurate<br />Though I have yet to figure out where "There" exists<br /><br />This was to be mounted on 1/4 inch molding with Velcro<br />That Saturday I had to buy ten feet of Velcro<br />This came to thirteen dollars and some odd cents<br />(and that was with a coupon)<br />I found that funny<br />I also had to buy a saw<br />I found it funnier that I was not carded for it<br />Considering I have been carded for fabric spray paint at Joann's<br /><br />I hand stitched velcro to the back of my weaving<br />That took two and a half hours<br />With each stitch I felt this dreadful uncertainty<br /><em>What if this still does not look right?</em><br /><br />Finally, the piece was mounted to the wood<br /><br />Fear was very close to me Something is still not right…<br />Don't panic<br /><br />I wondered...<br />What if...<br /><br />I walked to the left side of the piece<br /><br />Loosened the Velcro and reattached it<br />This time with and undulating wave in the material<br />I stepped back<br />I smiled to myself in the solitude of the studio<br /><br />“Click”<br /><br />That was is...the weaving must not hang flat but rather in relief<br />As this fell into place words flooded my mind<br />Timeline<br />Life<br />Past, present, and future<br />The zip<br />Story<br />And just like that a title phrase came to mind<br />The Uncertain Present MomentRaychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-38888701870087488162010-02-22T20:37:00.000-08:002010-02-22T21:03:16.053-08:00I'm not sure if I am quite ready to give up my umbrellas yet. The photos are from last Fall.<br /><br />Then there are the nets...what?! Yes...I am learning to make nets. I wasn't sure why when the though crossed my mind until I ran across an old journal entry:<br /><br /><em>Once upon a time </em><br /><em>Everything hinged on this emaciated web of lies </em><br /><em>Created by assumption, presupposition, and expectation</em><br /><em>I left it all behind and that chapter closed </em><br /><em>I attempted to sever ties </em><br /><em>But memories and emotions remain </em><br /><em>I cannot seem to purge them </em><br /><em>I hold a bucket of water </em><br /><em>Should I leave well enough alone </em><br /><em>Or should I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">destroy</span> the web </em><br /><em>And rewrite history? </em><br /><em></em><br />Web...net...trapped?<br />What about a net on an umbrella?<br />Wait...doesn't water hit umbrellas?<br />Hmmm...<br />The fabrication of shelter<br />which is really not shelter at all<br />but perhaps the idea or illusion of shelter<br />much like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">parasol</span> versus and actual umbrellaRaychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-46595290085321407072010-01-31T18:43:00.000-08:002010-02-06T06:52:54.693-08:00"What does it mean to weave?"one may ask<br />Daily work of the ancients?<br />Women's work?<br />A skill of trade?<br />A kind of craft?<br />Poetry daft?<br />Calculate, think, scribble, count, tie<br />Up, down, and back around<br />Count, tie<br />Repeat<br />Undo neatly<br />Tie more, loop more<br />Crank, wind, and comb<br />Tight, striaght, and evenly spaced<br />Thread those heddles<br />Tie the treadle<br />Sley the reed<br />Excuse me?<br />Fabrication is not a simple task<br />"What does it mean to weave?," one asksRaychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175036169209342068.post-58124221874686184212010-01-19T22:03:00.000-08:002010-01-19T22:05:31.111-08:00Sometimes you have to revisit the beginning<br />The answer is often in a previous piece of workRaychellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05743410566766424532noreply@blogger.com1