I'm doing a month-long artists' 'game plan' with the wondrous Jessica Serran (yes, that rhymes), on selling one's art without being a doofus (but every day is much MORE than that) -- and all sorts of stuff is coming up. One IMPORTANT thing is that I wasn't fully conscious of just how much I appreciated the people who've bought my work over the years: I never really stopped to think about how they acquired my humble pieces because they really SAW them in a special way, and really liked, if not loved, them. And something I definitely never quite noticed is that these people INSPIRE me, in multifarious ways and often well past our transactions and interactions. A woman who's bought several of my pieces over the years got really excited about this 'bookshelf' cushion when she saw it, but since I hadn't actually put it up for sale it still needed a new pillow form. Thankful for Claudia's good eye and moral support, I decided to use one of my favorite fabrics -- a kind of 'parachute silk' in an art deco aviation design -- for the inner cover, because it 'pops' with the bookshelf colors, even though it'll be invisible. Because I do believe that fabrics, their obvious and not-so-obvious images and meanings, carry a kind of magic. My elements are air and water, and I've been giving 'air' more attention lately. Here's a fine, ineffable song written by Blaze Foley, sung by Merle Haggard: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmbY3HwwXLc
For awhile here in Mexico, Aviacsa airlines was a good travel option. I was never a real frequent flyer, but I do think I took good advantage of their economical offerings, and I've even saved, all these years since they shut down, this little plastic tray table placemat which I thought would make a cool quilting pattern.
I've made a few airplane quilts over the years, and once a woman flying through the sky over Moscow, but I've yet to depict a flying carpet -- maybe I will, someday. MEANWHILE, today's brainstorm, precipitated by the EXORBITANT costs of shipping between Mexico and the U.S.: Is there anyone here in Guad who travels north fairly regularly and could carry a quilt (or two, some will be small) in their luggage, USPS or UPS-ing them when they get stateside? I would happily exchange the art quilt of your choice for helping those others' purchase reach their new homes (I'm planning a marketing push over the next 6 months or so.) Details would need to be worked out, but would surely be WIN-WIN!
Once in a blue moon I get to take a cross-country train trip, and this was at the start of one of the more memorable ones. The photo came up while searching for blue-ish images. Then I found an Argentine site with the story behind 'blue moon', & several other expressions at www.saberingles.com.ar/idioms/colours/blue.html
(Our idiomatic expression for the day, and also a heads-up that I have an Azul/Blue exhibit planned for the fairly near future -- quilts of various sizes, assemblages and collages, probably even some decorative pieces like throw pillows, all at the fairest prices in the land. Keep your eyes on this blue-blog, and I'll leave you with a (blue!) photomontage of 3+ generations of Barnes-Mayo women...
Another idiom for the day, with a link to more-than-you-ever-needed-to-know regarding its etymology:
Anyhow, I surprised myself when I realized I could also stage a table of blue BOOKS (cds, dvds of series like 'Boston Legal', maybe even 'blue movies' though not in THAT sense!) at the upcoming Azul/Blue exhibit!
I just realized that I also believe that wrapping something in lovely fabric can protect good luck! The other day, after carefully removing subtle effects of dust/light from the page-edges of a book I was selling, I made a fabric case for the tome, fastened it with an mother-of-pearl button in honor of my grandmother who loved abalone shell, and really sort of believe she's watching over that book in perpetuity...
Here are two more bojagi pieces that want finishing -- first they want ironing, I know. Would love to find an intern for the summer, if anyone knows a young woman, aged 12-18, who'd like to learn textiles while working in the studio with me.
I'd meant to write more often than once a month! workin' on it... Anyhow, in the ongoing work of distributing books to good homes, I discovered that I had one ALL about alliteration -- in which Oscar de la Borbolla writes stories including words that ONLY repeat a particular vowel sound. Que vivan los sonidos AEIOU!