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In the Wilds of Marble Falls

Marble Falls is a fairly large city. Located forty miles or so from Austin, there are hills and waterways. Traffic was not too heavy but then I was not driving during peak hours. Main Street and the Lakeside Pavilion are nicely landscaped and inviting for boating, painting, picnicking and just being outdoors.

Balcones Canyon was not too far away and should I return next year to the Plein Air Event, I will take time to explore that area.

Sometimes it is good to have no agenda and just enjoy being outside.

Unraveling the mystery of Square

I am not a natural sales person, But I can talk about subjects I enjoy—especially bees—and talk about the processes and some of the thoughts that go into my art-work.

Last weekend I was a vendor at our local quilt guild show. Getting ready for one of these is a lot of work but it is enjoyable work and although working in multiples isn’t really something I prefer, some variation is possible.

I made stuffed bears;

And covered some Marble notebooks

hand bound books

and some monoprints in the upper left corner.

The pincushions were fun; little purses and owls with button eyes and one with a bobbin as an eye.

and honey in jars and in comb.

Here is a photo of my booth with my wonderful husband sitting in the chair trying to figure out how to work ‘Square’—-my oldest son figured it out for us—and we used it the second day with great success.

Those drapes are my drop-cloths for dyeing fabric.

It took us about twenty minutes to break it down and load it up.

I’ve been asked to vend at another show—I’m thinking about it. I will have to replenish my stock, consider display arrangements—but I do know how to work ‘Square’ so that is one less thing to conquer.

A delightful Afternoon (Mostly)

A mid afternoon doctor’s appointment at the Medical Center in Houston on a Friday afternoon is not preferable given the propensity of early weekend traffic—and traffic through and around Houston seems to have tripled in past months.

However, I wanted to try another viewing of Monet to Matisse at the MFA. I toured the exhibit several weeks ago—another doctor appointment—but I did not realize I could take photographs as there was no show catalog. I was determined to get some nice photos of some of my favorite paintings in the exhibit.

Happily I spied a Berthe Morisot—a garden painting—maybe during her honeymoon

; and this Renoir of a girl resting her chin on a chair—

and then a Gaugin of a small boy in blue—not the voluptuous mostly naked women usually associated with his name.

A Matisse—with its incredibly flat rendition of a water -harborscene—suggestive of wall-paper–no brushstrokes evident—the Monet also of a water -harbor scene–with the glimmerings of the beginning of expressionism

Then there was a Toulouse-LaTrec–on a special kind of cardboard used in billboards—and he did a lot of those—the head of a supercilious woman looking down at the viewer—and a Degas of two ballerinas head and shoulders in sepia tones.

The final gallery was 30 some paintings by Bonnard—-perhaps his work needs to be seen repeatedly to begin to enjoy—I don’t recall seeing any of his paintings before–they all seemed rather dark and dreary and mostly dark green and dark red landscapes.

I was so enjoying the paintings and taking photos until I was poked by a woman in a blue sweater who hissed ‘no flash photography allowed in here’.

Hmm—those flash cubes in the past had a theoretical potential of sparks—although why that should be a concern with all the water sprinklers everywhere—–and no-one has demonstrated the tiny automated flashes from a camera–not the huge ‘lights-camera-action’ lights faded paintings.

So I switched to my phone–which might have a flash feature but I haven’t figured how to work that yet—or how to transfer those photos to my laptop.

But I did manage to visit one of my favorite sculptures—Matisse’s Backs in the Cullen Sculpture Garden—deserted on that hot Friday afternoon with brilliant blue skies.

I always wondered what his model thought of how she was represented and how did all those really fancy frames get put on those paintings–did the artists choose them—or were they traditional ‘standard’ frames.

Persistance Isn’t Always the Right Thing

Over the past few weeks I have been taking a class—via Zoom—from Patricia Belyea of Okan Arts on Complex Curves. I had signed up for her class in March 2020 and then Covid happened. And I had hoped her class in Wisconsin would occur—but then Covid still was around. So I was pleased when she offered the class via Zoom.

Our first assignment wasn’t hard–draw three curved lines in a squarish type area and make four blocks. I used a batik and a lot of orange in that one—and it was fun. (I”ll post photos of it when it is qullted)

Our next assignment was to include some curves—I used a feedsack and an embroidered dish towel as focus fabrics—and I’ll post photos of that after it is quilted.

But then our next assignment was to make a focal piece, add curved connectrors and some curved borders/extensions.

She had shown us a quilt she had made for a girl called Nora–and I was entranced. Her name was short–just four letters and it was done in bold graphic letters. Could I do it with a more lyrical sense?

It was not easy to piece some of the small areas; nor easy to do the larger curves. But it is pieced and ready to quilt.

And I”m sure you are waiting with bated breath to see how I lined up those curves.

It would have been far easier to applique this whole thing—but once started, I was reluctant to toss the whole project–I was determined to finish it.

And now it is ready to get in line to be quilted.

Rounding the Curve

I had long wanted to take a workshop with Patricia Balyea from Okan Arts from the Northwest, signed up for a class in late March 2020 in HOuston—that was cancelled, thought about a class that August in northern Wisconsin that was also cancelled, and thought about a class in May 2021 but thought back surgery might make it difficult—but was pleased to sign up for a class via Zoom this July.

Our first class was to draw three curved lines and construct a block. I chose a design, made it and then made another switching the colors around a bit, and then made another block in a smaller size, repeated it and sewed them all together. I cut out the borders…..there is just enough for the borders and a binding.

I am now working on the second assignment curves plus straight lines. I thought I would begin with an embroidered square from a dish towel my mother embroidered along with some feed sacks my grandmother used as tablecloths and to cover the plate of slice bread and butter dish between meals.

Retreating to La Porte Texas

In today’s news I read about a leaking tanker truck at the Dow Chemical Plant in LaPorte Texas resulting in evacuations of an elementary school and a neighborhood. It seems the tanker truck had a leaky valve and the company’s HazMat team was on the scene busily assessing and dealing with the problem. Of course there are people who are always upset that the company did not disclose the full details—as it was trying to figure everything out—and delayed and distracted by all the phone calls by news media and others wanting up-to-date information. Having been one of the responders, it is frustrating and I fully understand putting out a statement the news media called ‘vague’ until they could determine the extent of the problem.

However, that is neither here nor there—as I was in LaPorte last weekend for a SEW DAY!!!!!

It had been so long since I had attended an in person workshop, I really didn’t know quite what to do.

My sewing machine had lived in its travel case in the front hallway during the pandemic.

But I managed to pack up a few projects–I always take more than I know I can complete—but you just never know how you will feel about a particular project when you pull out your sewing machine–and see if it remembers how to stitch—and did I remember how to be a participant in a workshop type environment.

And Sew It Began is a wonderful place with a lovely quilt shop next door, an old house with sleeping quarters in four bedrooms, and a sewing space that has nice tables and chairs and design walls.

My project involved some strip piecing—and I now have a huge stack ready to trim up for a project that is still jelling in my mind.

The other wonderful thing about this place is the wonderful flowers all around the outside of the buildings. My camera fogged up and so I don’t have many but these roses around the side and front the old house had a wonderful fragrance—and then there were the zinnias on the back fence—reminding me of home–where everyone planted zinnias and marigolds each spring.

Holus Bolus in Athens

chicken-mNo Greek food or balaika music. No mustachioed men with cummberbunds dancing and stealing our hankerchiefs.

There was food—looked wonderful.

There was music…..45’s.

There was singing (to the music)

And there was sewing.






And we played with Sharpies and alcohol–I had to fill the little bottles outside as I tended to spill a bit—or sometimes kind of a lot.


And there was even more sewing and a lot of laughing.

And there were a few walks monitored by Fit Bit



And then the ghosts tapping on my door all night long—-figured out it was this! Disappointing but makes for a good story.ghosts20during20the20night-m-2



Drizzled Stitching

Earlier this month, I spent several wonderful days with several friends in a remote beautiful house near Athens Texas. My GPS stopped working just as I made my way through the center of Palestine—and then I was on my own.

Calling my husband when I admitted I was lost—our connection was bad, he could hear me sometimes and so I was shouting at the phone over the noise of my diesel engine—what a trip—but then I was there and warmly greeted.

I worked very diligently on the projects I had brought with me–sewing and setting up the applique blocks for a quilt we had planned many years earlier. I worked on a notebook cover and a sketchbook cover—I like having them decorated so I know which is the right side to open.

img_0735-mWe worked on a wool coat, started painting on some icons–the two I was assigned are still in initial stages.

And of course we ate—and we ate well. Here is one meal—fix20your20own20salad20day-m

And then this is what the outside looked like on the cheeriest day—a good impetus to stay inside and warm ourselves by the heat of our sewing machine engines/motors.img_0734-m

The Woman at the Well

icon20with20metal20angel-mPainting an icon was never on my bucket list of things to do–but like many things turned out to be something I really did want to do.

Spending a week on just one small image about the size of a piece of typing paper was both intense and relaxing. Egg yolk was prepared, pigments mixed, lakes of pigment applied to areas, drying time ensued, lines and highlights were applied, veils of forgiveness placed–covering up some of the mistakes of the previous day or at least making them not so obvious.

Gold leaf application is not easy, making small lines with a brush that initially seems quite delicate but when applying small areas seems like a brush made to paint the side of a barn….and then retreating to the kitchen where five wonderful ladies prepared tempting snacks and lunches….

organ204-mChecking on the progress of the pipe organ being installed by a French Canadian company–each pipe is shipped in its own shipping container…they lined the hallways–until one day three containers were GONE—down the hallways to the sanctuary to be installed.

On Friday our icons were all placed together on the floor—all blessed and then carried home. Finishing layers of egg remain to be completed in about six to 8 weeks.

I don’t have a photo of my icon–there is a partial glimpse of it in one photo-…maybe after I finish sealing it–and perhaps after I complete the next art piece  I have in mind.

Here are photos from the week.


Sliding Home

hoarfrost-mFreezing temperatures were predicted for that Saturday  night which meant slick roads and hoarfrost.

footprints-mI had loaded up my truck with all the fruits of my labor of the past week and all I needed now were the few things I had in the cabin. I had to wait for the my windscreen to defrost before I could leave–and that took a good half hour of running that diesel engine and patiently scraping away at the ice. The sun helped some and while I was waiting I managed to get a few photos of the hoarfrost on the vegetation.sun20on20hoarfrost-m

Slowly I drove past the Art Studio, careful not to come to a full stop at the stop sign at the bottom of hill lest I slide into the Cuchara River. I made it through town without incident and had planned to take a photo of the mountains on the road to Walsenberg. But the turnoff was slick and after sliding a bit, decided the image would have to remain in my memory and not as a digital image.

fog20on20road-mA large herd of pronghorn was on the hillside and again I wanted a photo but with that ice and now a vehicle following me, it too had to remain in my memory. People here are much more polite driving than in many parts of Texas—slick roads for me meant slick roads for the vehicles following me and we slowly drove at about 35 miles an hour into Walsenberg. No-one was tail-gating, no-one roared past me at the stop light in town.

Once on Interstate 25, I spied a large semi lying on its side just outside Walsenberg and was not pleased to see a flurry of snowy fog/ice mist ahead of me.

Once through the pass, the sun shone and roads were clear and I was on my way home.