tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102943532009-07-14T00:25:40.377-04:00studio 78 notes...Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.netBlogger925125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-74057093274451224572009-07-13T10:07:00.018-04:002009-07-13T23:41:34.769-04:00New! Studio Classes in New Jersey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv0ntVA2yI/AAAAAAAAG-I/AWoFOgHceMw/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv0ntVA2yI/AAAAAAAAG-I/AWoFOgHceMw/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358145144707144482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By popular demand, I have finally scheduled the first two of my studio workshops. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />So, for those of you who have been saying "let me know when you give workshops in your studio," I'm letting you know!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Space is limited to 6 people.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday, Sept 5</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thermofax</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Magic</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv6HR_PgpI/AAAAAAAAG-o/Egb1PWZm0ig/s1600-h/CD-anniversarywaltz-350+dpi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv6HR_PgpI/AAAAAAAAG-o/Egb1PWZm0ig/s320/CD-anniversarywaltz-350+dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358151184682025618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday, Sept 12</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Soy Wax</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Batik</span><br /></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv7ByDfkRI/AAAAAAAAG-w/LwxOKBebwZw/s1600-h/IMG_2040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv7ByDfkRI/AAAAAAAAG-w/LwxOKBebwZw/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358152189722202386" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To register and for driving directions, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.studio78.net/studioclasses.html">go to this page</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Supply lists will go out in early August. Hope to see you! <br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv-Tq1RnqI/AAAAAAAAG-4/KvSfNejfLGQ/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slv-Tq1RnqI/AAAAAAAAG-4/KvSfNejfLGQ/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358155795556048546" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-7405709327445122457?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-44940597921564250452009-07-12T20:36:00.007-04:002009-07-13T00:13:40.473-04:00another gorgeous weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlqpKqB-nxI/AAAAAAAAG8w/wa5EVImCn5M/s1600-h/DSCN4703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlqpKqB-nxI/AAAAAAAAG8w/wa5EVImCn5M/s320/DSCN4703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357780707256999698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday night we entertained for a change -- something we haven't done in a long time. Our friends came for dinner and it was so nice. They used to live in this condo development and it was the kind of easy friendship where we could call each other on the spur of the moment and say, "come over" or "let's go out to dinner.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Since they moved away a couple of years ago, it takes planning; my Thurs. night invitation for Sat. was pretty spur of the moment, considering.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So this was what was left of the Flourless Chocolate Cake last night and I think I can slice off a little edge while I give you the recipe. So easy and fast and fabulous!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You can make it a day ahead and refrigerate it but you really need to let it come to room temp...and serve it with REAL whipped cream, which takes about 3 min to make. No shaving cream served in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >this</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> house.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Makes one 8" cake - line bottom of pan with parchment paper or buttered wax paper.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INGREDIENTS</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4 oz. fine quality bittersweet chocolate (not unsweetened)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 stick (1/2 c) unsalted butter</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />2/3 c sugar</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/2 tsp vanilla</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />3 large eggs</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cut chocolate &amp; butter into pieces and melt in microwave for 1 to 1-1/2 min.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whisk sugar into mixture. Add eggs &amp; vanilla and mix well. Sift cocoa powder into mixture and whisk till just combined.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pour batter into pan and bake in middle of oven 25 min at 375 (or at 350 if convection oven)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or till top has formed a thin crust. Cool cake in pan on rack 5 min and invert onto serving plate. I dusted w confect. sugar and threw some berries on top, as you can see in picture.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Supposedly, cake keeps in airtight container 1 wk but it won't last that long!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today, I took my mother to the Montclair Art Museum to see the Wyeth exhibit: N.C., Andrew, and Jamie. It was okay, but I wasn't overwhelmed by the work. What I did like were these three guys standing in the front hall of the museum. Made me smile!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slqys-Q_TwI/AAAAAAAAG9A/8gYRdH94Oks/s1600-h/DSCN4705.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slqys-Q_TwI/AAAAAAAAG9A/8gYRdH94Oks/s320/DSCN4705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357791192408870658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slqy_N-SDmI/AAAAAAAAG9I/z7s5-gsk5UM/s1600-h/DSCN4706.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slqy_N-SDmI/AAAAAAAAG9I/z7s5-gsk5UM/s320/DSCN4706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357791505863020130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlqysphsL5I/AAAAAAAAG84/gGCMhXGxVzM/s1600-h/DSCN4708.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlqysphsL5I/AAAAAAAAG84/gGCMhXGxVzM/s320/DSCN4708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357791186841776018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For those of you who keep asking when I'm going to teach locally -- I've been working on a studio workshop schedule for the Fall, which I'll talk about in more detail in the next few days. Small groups (limited to 6). Stay tuned!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-4494059792156425045?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-75045855849290497232009-07-10T15:29:00.015-04:002009-07-11T09:01:14.434-04:00it doesn't pay to stay home<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The last two days I was in the studio. On Wednesday </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I did a little scrunching and throwing into a quart plastic container with dye. Most of my studio dyes are used up and all I had left was strongest red and some teal. So, into the red went a couple of small pieces. They looked like this when I took them out.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span> <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slea-KfTN_I/AAAAAAAAG7w/92Lnhq8Ezuo/s1600-h/DSCN4694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Slea-KfTN_I/AAAAAAAAG7w/92Lnhq8Ezuo/s320/DSCN4694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356920674538698738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday, I simply couldn't resist stopping the sorting process to see what I could do with these (and a few other) bad dye job</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">s.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The piece above still looks like that. The red had been used up, so I overdyed the other one by throwing it into the teal. What a horrible combination; especially with the layer of some random deconstructed screen printing under all of it. So I decided to play "Can this Fabric be Saved?"</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sleb6CsdHaI/AAAAAAAAG74/3qPz-8E81JM/s1600-h/DSCN4689.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sleb6CsdHaI/AAAAAAAAG74/3qPz-8E81JM/s320/DSCN4689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356921703238540706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I picked up a partially used deconstructed screen that was lying around; mixed up some thiox paste and put it through the screen. I had no idea what would happen but I knew it couldn't be worse. I was right. Here's what it looks like today, after discharging and washing/ironing.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't know how or when I will use it but at least it has potential.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SliNDKKUjnI/AAAAAAAAG8g/tzlCI9C6f1A/s1600-h/DSCN4700-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SliNDKKUjnI/AAAAAAAAG8g/tzlCI9C6f1A/s320/DSCN4700-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357186842163973746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now I have to go change because Marty and I are going to Happy Hour at a local restaurant and I can't go with chocolate all over my shirt.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-7504585584929049723?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-38745166750887890692009-07-08T22:55:00.004-04:002009-07-08T23:05:33.338-04:00Superwoman crashes to earth<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Serves me right for being up till 2:am, blogging. Not tonight! Busy day -- I am exhausted and I am going to bed.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlVeXSpsrVI/AAAAAAAAG7M/rS0roKPgJxA/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlVeXSpsrVI/AAAAAAAAG7M/rS0roKPgJxA/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356291086063807826" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-3874516675088789069?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-87909642568196675612009-07-08T01:37:00.017-04:002009-07-08T09:10:37.824-04:00today I was Superwoman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQw04B6wmI/AAAAAAAAG5c/v2dsGVQUZIE/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQw04B6wmI/AAAAAAAAG5c/v2dsGVQUZIE/s320/brownies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355959541802123874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I baked this morning. Having company for coffee tomorrow morning; a friend who will go home with a car full of fabric and books, if I have my way.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Kate's Brownies</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Melt 2 sq. of baking chocolate + 1/4 lb butter</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Add 1 tsp vanilla, 1 c sugar (I add about 3/4 c) and mix. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Add 2 eggs, mix.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Add 1/4 c flour, 1/4 tsp salt &amp; 1 c. either choc. chips or walnuts, or both. (I add choc chips).</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bake in 8" pan at 325 for 40 min (unless you have a convection oven, in which case, check after 30 min). To die for. Ask anybody who has ever eaten my brownies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I went to the studio before lunch and mostly ironed/sorted (you know the routine). While I was at it, I decided to do something about all those dreadful things I dyed last night (and other nights) and throw them into Thiox. <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >That's when I made my big discovery:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> you do not have to boil the mixture to have it work. Hoo ha! I threw some thiox and soda ash into a little plastic tub and added boiling water. Voilà -- discharge!!</span> I use my electric tea kettle and this works fine if you aren't discharging a ton of fabric.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's late so I will cut to the chase. When I left the studio this afternoon, these works-in-progress were on my wall. I found the middle piece while I was sorting stuff at home and am thrilled! I could not for the life of me figure out where it has been for the last X years (you don't want to know how many).</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQzjlj-PmI/AAAAAAAAG58/RA62xOK6FdQ/s1600-h/DSCN4654.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQzjlj-PmI/AAAAAAAAG58/RA62xOK6FdQ/s400/DSCN4654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355962543321792098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a closer look.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ0P-ioV9I/AAAAAAAAG6E/GVdlT54kLjg/s1600-h/DSCN4651.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ0P-ioV9I/AAAAAAAAG6E/GVdlT54kLjg/s400/DSCN4651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355963305941293010" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, after a gourmet dinner (hamburgers on the grill) I took some pictures of this pristine room of mine. I took down 1 section of design wall and it is in the garage, waiting for someone (ahem) to help me lash it to the roof so I can take it to my studio.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">view from the door (2 hours ago)<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ06BYULYI/AAAAAAAAG6M/e50Wk1VGlMo/s1600-h/table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ06BYULYI/AAAAAAAAG6M/e50Wk1VGlMo/s320/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355964028257840514" border="0" /></a><br />Hi. this is where I am right now. I live in this corner and this is the blogging chair. My laptop is on my lap.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ12wJE9zI/AAAAAAAAG6k/Wt82PhsfVAA/s1600-h/corner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ12wJE9zI/AAAAAAAAG6k/Wt82PhsfVAA/s320/corner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355965071602546482" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I sit here, I can see the design wall right across from me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ2TEp3OcI/AAAAAAAAG6s/t839jJqqQo8/s1600-h/design+wall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ2TEp3OcI/AAAAAAAAG6s/t839jJqqQo8/s320/design+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355965558145104322" border="0" /></a>It didn't take long for the table to get back to its normal state.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ2rS9Ae7I/AAAAAAAAG60/mGiNq9mmINc/s1600-h/DSCN4668.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ2rS9Ae7I/AAAAAAAAG60/mGiNq9mmINc/s320/DSCN4668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355965974300359602" border="0" /></a> I got out a bag of strips and blocks I had pieced last year, when I was doing therapy sewing and threw them at the wall to see what would happen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ3U6rNnvI/AAAAAAAAG68/0kTaMd2aFv4/s1600-h/DSCN4670.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ3U6rNnvI/AAAAAAAAG68/0kTaMd2aFv4/s320/DSCN4670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355966689337777906" border="0" /></a>This is the design wall right now: another work in progress. See you tomorrow!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ3kK5yjtI/AAAAAAAAG7E/ebUiNWgWdA8/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlQ3kK5yjtI/AAAAAAAAG7E/ebUiNWgWdA8/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355966951391923922" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-8790964256819667561?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-43643491678329683062009-07-06T23:14:00.012-04:002009-07-07T00:16:41.096-04:00creative blogging<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's a challenge, I will admit (and I'm sure you'll agree) to keep things fresh and interesting. Did you ever simply run out of things to say? Well, if you have, I hope you've had the good sense not to blog that day. If there's one thing I can't stand it's somebody who just blathers on about nothing simply to fill up the page. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Blogging is really akin to doing a monologue....and you know how hard THAT is to do: at least for<span style="font-style: italic;"> some </span>people.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Nonstop talkers can be very wearing--especially if they are neither funny nor interesting.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLHkCX8L_I/AAAAAAAAG4s/YXzZwueGPNg/s1600-h/k0424431.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLHkCX8L_I/AAAAAAAAG4s/YXzZwueGPNg/s320/k0424431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355562328823443442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> On the other hand, i</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">f you're the listener</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> you don't have to expend much effort since it is not necessary to hold up your end of the conversation. In fact, with some people, you don't even have to listen; they're so busy they don't notice your glazed look.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(How did I get onto this topic?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLKlz4yIKI/AAAAAAAAG40/vSjRKXlrj-4/s1600-h/california_hair_light_82684_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLKlz4yIKI/AAAAAAAAG40/vSjRKXlrj-4/s200/california_hair_light_82684_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355565657829286050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So this afternoon, I packed all my commercial fabrics, put them into assorted bundles, and filled a rolling bin. This place is looking tidy again. At least, as Helene says, "comparatively speaking." Keep in mind that if I don't see it, I don't own it. This does make life a little more complicated.</span>.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.but I'll cope.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLFMhVZCfI/AAAAAAAAG4c/EMK8I0vK3G8/s1600-h/DSCN4649.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlLFMhVZCfI/AAAAAAAAG4c/EMK8I0vK3G8/s320/DSCN4649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355559725794134514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I pulled yesterday's overdyes out of the dryer and ironed them. To say they need work is an understatement. I won't bore you with their lack of variety in a color I already have too much of.<br /><br />Instead, I will go have my beauty sleep so I can be bright eyed in the studio tomorrow.<br /></span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-4364349167832968306?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-11376473227472919352009-07-05T22:42:00.016-04:002009-07-06T23:36:06.058-04:00trash and treasures<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I talked to my son Jeremy tonight and told him I had been in my sewing room for 4 days, cleaning up, he responded, "you mean the disaster in the front room?" Yep. That one. Leave it to Jeremy to cut to the chase.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">TREASURES</span><br />The room looked neater yesterday but it really is getting there. I took the six-year-old notices off the bulletin board and tacked everything in rows. Among the detrius was an envelope full of fortunes. Here are a few of the better ones.<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Try to channel excess energies into rejuvenation</span>. (huh?)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">You have an unusual equipment for success, use it properly</span>.</span> (this was not meant for me)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Good clothes open many doors. Go shopping</span></span></span></span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">You will make a sudden rise in life. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(this presumes that I have gone shopping)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">You are almost there.</span></span> (this is almost as good as <span style="font-style: italic;">"The answer you seek is in an envelope,"</span> which I once got; <span style="font-style: italic;">"Soon and in pleasant company,"</span> which was Jessica's, and "<span style="font-style: italic;">You will go far but you will come back."</span> Jeremy's)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Your experience will bring you to an inevitable conclusion</span>.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(it already has)</span></span></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and finally -<br /></span></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">You can only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.</span></span></span></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Now I just have to play the lucky numbers on all these fortunes in next week's lottery.<br /><br />MORE TREASURES<br /><br />As I've been going through the commercial fabrics, I have been making a pile of yardage for backs...and a pile of batiks and brights I can't part with, just in case I ever have to make another baby quilt (which I swore I would never do). Many fabrics were a trip down memory lane. Here's a beauty by John Caldor, who broke my heart when he went out of business.<br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFsGNUXcaI/AAAAAAAAG2I/ijCQFCkFdAg/s1600-h/DSCN4637.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFsGNUXcaI/AAAAAAAAG2I/ijCQFCkFdAg/s320/DSCN4637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355180285830328738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Who remembers these? Nancy Crow for John Caldor. Good grief - what year was that?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFrEKnxQYI/AAAAAAAAG14/oDZsksGhkf0/s1600-h/DSCN4642.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFrEKnxQYI/AAAAAAAAG14/oDZsksGhkf0/s320/DSCN4642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355179151235039618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">TRASH?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFs5AkYKII/AAAAAAAAG2g/Jau4NRWWWyw/s1600-h/DSCN4641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFs5AkYKII/AAAAAAAAG2g/Jau4NRWWWyw/s320/DSCN4641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355181158581151874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes and no.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hidden in this messy bin of strips and scraps </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">were sewn-together strips from therapy quilts I had made (or never made) and I'll play with those again. Many incorporate<a href="http://www.handloombatik.com/shows.html"> </a><a href="http://www.handloombatik.com/shows.html">Usha's wonderful Indian batiks</a>. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Treasures.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There were leftover fragments from fabrics I had printed long ago and used. Even better, there was a big piece of long-lost gelatin-printed fabric I have been looking for. Oh, joy.<br /><br />Then, I discovered fabrics I had printed but had no memory of having made. This one made me smile and I can't tell you why. But it's on the wall and I am motivated to use it. <span style="font-style: italic;">Treasure.<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlF2WWen4TI/AAAAAAAAG24/w-cdDf-zexQ/s1600-h/DSCN4646.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlF2WWen4TI/AAAAAAAAG24/w-cdDf-zexQ/s320/DSCN4646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355191558283452722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Blocks and blocks and blocks. Three leftover blocks from the quilt I made for Josh when he got his bed. He is now 10. Piles of one-of-a-kind traditional block experiments like the one below. What will I do with them? </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maybe incorporate them into those potential baby quilts. I can't throw them, but they should be <span style="font-style: italic;">trash</span>.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFxfuLyOqI/AAAAAAAAG2o/E67IO_IM6j0/s1600-h/DSCN4643.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlFxfuLyOqI/AAAAAAAAG2o/E67IO_IM6j0/s320/DSCN4643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186221707573922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All the strips of fabric left in the bin might be somebody else's treasure, but I don't have the energy, patience or room to deal with them. And behind the bin is another container full of folded fabrics I don't want. I will offer them to a quilter I know and if she doesn't want them I'll have to figure out something else. Oh, dread. I think there is more fabric in the basement. <span style="font-style: italic;">Trash.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And buried among the trash, this journal quilt I made in September, 2002. I actually had all of this fabric in my stash from pieces I had printed a long time before the event it commemorated ever took place. I was too close to this event to be able to blithely sit down and make a quilt at the time. I find it painful to look at, even now.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlF2WCCNIEI/AAAAAAAAG2w/dXPyoK-I6uE/s1600-h/DSCN4636.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlF2WCCNIEI/AAAAAAAAG2w/dXPyoK-I6uE/s320/DSCN4636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355191552795549762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On another note, the fabrics I overdyed today are in the dryer. Mostly, mud. But what do you expect when you use old dye stock? I had no idea what anything was; I just poured it to get rid of it. I do most of my dyeing in the studio these days, so this stuff has been sitting around since the year of the flood. Tomorrow, I'll iron it and put it in the pile of fabrics that need help. Or not.</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-1137647322747291935?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-67244313256940325322009-07-04T23:17:00.005-04:002009-07-06T23:36:30.676-04:00Happy 4th on the 4th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAevz_RLSI/AAAAAAAAG1Q/kDNUlwqJgVE/s1600-h/DSCN4635.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAevz_RLSI/AAAAAAAAG1Q/kDNUlwqJgVE/s320/DSCN4635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354813763701779746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tonight's fireworks were not as loud as yesterday's and I was so busy that I wasn't even aware of them till it got quiet out there.<br /><br />And what, you may ask, was I doing?? See these bins? Three -- count' em. THREE:empty!! I took out every scrap and piece of yardage. They have all been sorted, ironed, and put into plastic bags (one of which is trash). I have only 3 ins to go - but they are all commercial fabrics, which I use for backs. I just need to sort, iron, and neaten.<br /><br />The weather was delicious today: the first day without rain in a month. It was clear, breezy, and warm with no humidity. Perfect!<br />So perfect, in fact, it was a shame to be in. So I set up a thiox bath on the deck and decided to do a little discharge. All of my resists are at the studio so I didn't do anything spectacular -- but I was very pleased at the color of this piece: yellow - and brighter than it looks on my monitor, at least. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkhAxIeI/AAAAAAAAG1A/5nLM7FOip6g/s1600-h/DSCN4631.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkhAxIeI/AAAAAAAAG1A/5nLM7FOip6g/s320/DSCN4631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812470117605858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In addition to discharging a few black fabrics, I used the bath to take out the color of quite a few pieces. I must have been on a medium-blue binge at one point because everything is the same (boring) nowhere blue that is too dark to print on and too light to provide contrast.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Actually, I realize that I don't love blue. So, lots of fabric went into the thiox bath and I will overdye it in some other color. This piece was so dark that I could hardly see the printing, but once it discharged to a beige-y color I was able to see that it must have been a demo piece for a class. Base color will remail and I'll add another layer.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkbCBfRI/AAAAAAAAG04/nCTE1B6G7rc/s1600-h/DSCN4630.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkbCBfRI/AAAAAAAAG04/nCTE1B6G7rc/s320/DSCN4630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812468512259346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Instead of dyeing/printing new fabric, I am going to go back and revise what I already have and see what I can do with it. Lots of possibilities for new work in my stash.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's what I did yesterday and forgot to post. I stitched on these two pieces, which are pretty much done and not finished at the edges yet. I'm happy with them.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdj71RnWI/AAAAAAAAG0o/hPiuiM6IsCg/s1600-h/DSCN4627.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdj71RnWI/AAAAAAAAG0o/hPiuiM6IsCg/s320/DSCN4627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812460137291106" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkL0IkBI/AAAAAAAAG0w/HTiPiDFBLug/s1600-h/DSCN4619.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlAdkL0IkBI/AAAAAAAAG0w/HTiPiDFBLug/s320/DSCN4619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354812464427470866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Can't keep eyes open. G'night.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-6724431325694032532?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-86046538732968906712009-07-03T23:55:00.018-04:002009-07-06T23:36:50.034-04:00Happy 4th on the 3rd and other topics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7Y9BUS8zI/AAAAAAAAGyw/lCFeYr2H20s/s1600-h/fireworks_1_bg_070402.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7Y9BUS8zI/AAAAAAAAGyw/lCFeYr2H20s/s200/fireworks_1_bg_070402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354455549827281714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fireworks on July 3rd?? Who ever heard of such a thing? It's a good thing I didn't go to bed early because at 9:pm the booms started right outside my window (or so it seemed). At first, i thought it was kids playing with illegal fireworks because it was so close. Get this: the next town held their fireworks tonight -- about a mile from our house. Why tonight? Because it was originally scheduled for July 1 with a July 2 rain date. Since it rained both nights, they held the fireworks tonight. HUH?<br /><br />I'll leave that to the calendar experts: it's like celebrating Washington's B.D. a week early because it is convenient for the government.<br /><br />On another subject - I have not blogged for the last couple of nights because I have simply been flat-out too tired from turning Fibber McGee's closet into a habitable room. Trust me, this is NEAT. The clock says 12:30 (a.m.) - I've been sewing (gasp!) and ironing (double gasp)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7bXgRadMI/AAAAAAAAGy4/zPXONU7VNg4/s1600-h/DSCN4628.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7bXgRadMI/AAAAAAAAGy4/zPXONU7VNg4/s320/DSCN4628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354458203836544194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and at midnight there were kids screaming and yelling out in the street, so after I went outside and did a little screaming myself (they were accompanied by their parents, no less - unfortunately our new across-the-street neighbors) I decided I had better post while my adrenalin is flowing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Going through all the odds and ends and deciding what to do with all of the little things is the hard part. I could open my own optical shop with all the old eyeglasses I found. Most of them will go to New Eyes for the Needy but I will need a couple of pairs of frames in which to put new prescription sunglasses. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Next: what am I supposed to do with <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> item?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7e4HGNmCI/AAAAAAAAGzA/SN5HgIVU414/s1600-h/DSCN4629.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7e4HGNmCI/AAAAAAAAGzA/SN5HgIVU414/s320/DSCN4629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354462062549243938" border="0" /></a>I<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">t's an am/fm/micro-cassette player. I have no idea to whom it belonged or why it is here. Who listens to micro-cassettes with earphones? or even without them? I think the only micro-cassettes I have are in my non-functioning answer-phones. Maybe I should dig them out - I might hear voices of the dead whose messages are still recorded. But afterwards, what do I do with this machine?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />I haven't even gotten into the trunk, which is full of antique quilt blocks I once bought at a flea market. Anybody want to buy antique quilt blocks? And then there are the two Polaroid cameras for which they no longer make film. Speaking of film - ROLLS that need to be developed, probably of my 10 year old grandson when he was a baby. And several flash cards for my Canon, one of which had about six pictures of this on it. Another quilt I never made.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7iP-ZLGMI/AAAAAAAAGzI/10Eo7_LcYUg/s1600-h/IMG_0804.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7iP-ZLGMI/AAAAAAAAGzI/10Eo7_LcYUg/s320/IMG_0804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354465771064596674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God only knows what else I will find once I look beneath lids and doors and in drawers. I think I'll skip that part.<br /><br />Bactracking: I was in the studio every day but today and my roommate was there two days this week, which was a pleasure. On Wednesday, I finally had an arrangement on the wall that I was happy with and I left it sitting.<br /><br />I've been ironing and sorting, which is interminable but must be done. I'm doing a little bit of over-printing as I go through the fabrics, just to change the pace. But because I love the printing so much, I can't let myself get sidetracked from the task at hand: filling plastic storage boxes.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7ltsHdDVI/AAAAAAAAG0A/n_QXxuC2rwc/s1600-h/DSCN4604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7ltsHdDVI/AAAAAAAAG0A/n_QXxuC2rwc/s320/DSCN4604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354469580089396562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7l9UzEFuI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/AlOBtOrD7F8/s1600-h/DSCN4606.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7l9UzEFuI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/AlOBtOrD7F8/s320/DSCN4606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354469848707765986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7l9RMOOKI/AAAAAAAAG0I/cyD5bNxbbP4/s1600-h/DSCN4605.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7l9RMOOKI/AAAAAAAAG0I/cyD5bNxbbP4/s320/DSCN4605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354469847739545762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7mRb1668I/AAAAAAAAG0g/5XypT4umQBA/s1600-h/DSCN4609.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sk7mRb1668I/AAAAAAAAG0g/5XypT4umQBA/s320/DSCN4609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354470194196179906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tip of the iceberg. I am going to bed.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-8604653873296890671?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-61066287165912985382009-06-30T19:32:00.015-04:002009-07-06T23:37:10.067-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqir-uqKOI/AAAAAAAAGxI/3tu21pFZQ54/s1600-h/bookcase.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqir-uqKOI/AAAAAAAAGxI/3tu21pFZQ54/s320/bookcase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353269983540029666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I cannot tell you how many hours of work it took to get this bookcase looking neat. Probably 6 hours.<br /><br />It will stay this way for a while because I am too tired to get up from the chair and take out a book. I will not show you the rest of the room. Every day, a little more goes into the trash: magazines, the preliminary printouts of the book, and untold amounts of other paper I do not need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What is it that makes some of us such packrats and others, such minimalists? Is it our Myers-Briggs type? Are we hard-wired? Nature or nurture? I tend to think nature, tempered by nurture...but who knows?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the meantime, this is a lesson in letting go, and I am only on the first page. As I was sorting through the crapola and moving it from one bookcase to another, piling stuff on my table to deal with with tomorrow, I found these</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqj3iuvlhI/AAAAAAAAGxg/Y0PFWdKKdR8/s1600-h/top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqj3iuvlhI/AAAAAAAAGxg/Y0PFWdKKdR8/s320/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353271281694250514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and these.</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqjkSV67XI/AAAAAAAAGxY/qbwQBD_DSEw/s1600-h/slide+sleeves.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqjkSV67XI/AAAAAAAAGxY/qbwQBD_DSEw/s320/slide+sleeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270950877654386" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I will probably never need either of them again. The labels were for the slides I no longer use, and the slide sleeves were purchased about five minutes before everyone went digital. The labels went in the trash and I should do something clever with the slide sleeves, but I probably won't.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After lunch, I went to the studio to continue rearranging the fabrics on the wall to my satisfaction. I took countless photos: one for every time I changed out or moved something. By 4:00 I was toast.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> These are only a few of the dozen versions between yesterday and today, in no particular order.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnacqOxNI/AAAAAAAAGyA/4hT66lWIMFw/s1600-h/x-last.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnacqOxNI/AAAAAAAAGyA/4hT66lWIMFw/s320/x-last.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275179895014610" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqo2ViNtBI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/KER3G_FbAyA/s1600-h/redx%27s-sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqo2ViNtBI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/KER3G_FbAyA/s320/redx%27s-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353276758530307090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnaKTJxTI/AAAAAAAAGx4/ODID1vygalE/s1600-h/xs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnaKTJxTI/AAAAAAAAGx4/ODID1vygalE/s320/xs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275174966379826" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqqOTnudcI/AAAAAAAAGyg/qtOo6B4oe9E/s1600-h/originalredo-sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqqOTnudcI/AAAAAAAAGyg/qtOo6B4oe9E/s320/originalredo-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353278269845042626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnZ-YhwXI/AAAAAAAAGxw/gxCHtH8dK94/s1600-h/x-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkqnZ-YhwXI/AAAAAAAAGxw/gxCHtH8dK94/s320/x-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275171767697778" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Just as I left the studio today, a thunderstorm broke and my car was pelted with hail as I was coming up Sullivan Drive. My daylilies survived just fine.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqllp7aviI/AAAAAAAAGxo/xSaq4-lmHRU/s1600-h/daylilies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skqllp7aviI/AAAAAAAAGxo/xSaq4-lmHRU/s320/daylilies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353273173412068898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another long day tomorrow; I think I will skip my morning walk because I have shin splints. I thought you were only supposed to get those from running. Hmm...<br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-6106628716591298538?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-88717654037646887522009-06-30T00:01:00.006-04:002009-07-06T23:37:28.801-04:00on the wall and on the table<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I spent this afternoon in the studio, ironing (of course) and throwing things at the wall to see if I could recreate the feeling of the never-mades posted last week.<br /><br />Nope.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Some of the fabrics in the original attempt have been used in other pieces either and can't be replicated or there is only a small piece left. Others have been changed -- either overdyed or overprinted -- and don't work any more. Nevertheless, I played around</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to see if I could start again.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Took pictures, revised, took more pictures, and finally packed up and came home to make dinner.<br /><br />Tonight, more ironing so I can take a pile of fabrics to the studio tomorrow. This is my feeble attempt to clear out this disaster area. Here's what I accomplished - but it doesn't really look like 3 or 4 hours worth of pressing and sorting.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkmRcW9fSII/AAAAAAAAGw4/JvIhieXWNWw/s1600-h/DSCN4573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkmRcW9fSII/AAAAAAAAGw4/JvIhieXWNWw/s320/DSCN4573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352969548492392578" border="0" /></a>I<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> did get some ideas while I was doing this tonight: I just hope I remember them tomorrow!<br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-8871765403764688752?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-521802251646269952009-06-28T23:53:00.009-04:002009-07-06T23:37:49.168-04:00various and sundry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skg7xxfbTwI/AAAAAAAAGwY/G1-qEFMBS_M/s1600-h/mustard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skg7xxfbTwI/AAAAAAAAGwY/G1-qEFMBS_M/s320/mustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352593883414613762" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Marty and I stopped at the farm today to buy fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, basil, white peaches, and some lovely lettuce (2 heads/$1). As we completed our purchase, the young lady at the counter handed us a bouquet of these wildflowers and couldn't tell us what they were. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was only tonight, when I read </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://delquilts.blogspot.com/">Del's blog</a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and spotted yesterday's post again that it occurred to me these might be wild mustard. Del?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We had stopped for produce on our way home from Hilary's house, where we had gone to say goodbye to Josh before he leaves for camp on Tuesday morning. This is his first time at sleep-away camp and he's excited to be going for a month.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Benjamin will go to day camp.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />We didn't stay long, but I insisted on interrupting their baseball practice so I could take a picture. They are 21 months apart: Ben was 8 in November and Josh turned 10 in March.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skg_Aquk-MI/AAAAAAAAGwg/E6EeiCh4Gq4/s1600-h/Josh%26Ben.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Skg_Aquk-MI/AAAAAAAAGwg/E6EeiCh4Gq4/s320/Josh%26Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352597437832034498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When we got home, I got out the paint bucket and decided it was time to get rid of the rainbow of test colors. My first choice would have been to hire a painter to paint a buttery yellow, but I took the lazy/easy/cheap-o way out and repainted the ufinished parts that have been sitting for a year with daubs of grass green and butter yellow. This color is greener than it looks here - for some reason it has come out very gray-blue instead of blue-green. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkhCCLLgtnI/AAAAAAAAGwo/KH-8HbyBvOA/s1600-h/kitchen+wall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkhCCLLgtnI/AAAAAAAAGwo/KH-8HbyBvOA/s320/kitchen+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352600762258077298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We are planning to downsize so I'm trying to get the house ready to put on the market at some point. I am dreading it because nothing is selling - although I probably have a nicer kitchen than anybody else in the development.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I will be putting many quilts on sale, as well as other things (I haven't forgotten the tjaps - it will take a while to get act together). I will be getting rid of all those wonderful quilting books that I haven't looked at in years because I don't make those any more...etc. You know the drill if you have moved recently. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This week, studio. Have to pay my mother's bills in the morning and then I'm gone. Back to ironing, no doubt. As my former studio-mate commented on Facebook, sorting and ironing are part of my creative process. A little creative spirit would be good.<br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-52180225164626995?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-20380886035944651052009-06-26T22:13:00.030-04:002009-07-06T23:38:10.577-04:00I am a camera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWSaLB8CzI/AAAAAAAAGvI/CdBDALo8vWI/s1600-h/DSCN4522.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWSaLB8CzI/AAAAAAAAGvI/CdBDALo8vWI/s320/DSCN4522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844710534875954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We met our friends Caroline and Robert for an elegant lunch at Fiorello's, across from Lincoln Center and had a great time catching up. I met Caroline on the Garden Web Kitchen site last year and when she and Robert come to NY every few months to soak up the culture, we see them if we can.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No pictures of the wonderful food, but my camera was clicking everywhere else. The climb out of the subway at Columbus Circle </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">was so steep that we sat down to rest at the first public space we came to, on a plaza in front of a glass building. Don't you love those round benches?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWC6GO9yTI/AAAAAAAAGto/UUNX9_B8hmw/s1600-h/DSCN4525.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWC6GO9yTI/AAAAAAAAGto/UUNX9_B8hmw/s320/DSCN4525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827666817108274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOF3lA_gI/AAAAAAAAGuo/9IblriOqH-Y/s1600-h/statues1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOF3lA_gI/AAAAAAAAGuo/9IblriOqH-Y/s320/statues1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351839963669396994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I kept taking pictures of the reflections in the building's facade and finally decided I might as well be in one of them. </span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWELH2qegI/AAAAAAAAGuI/ma0ixUROR-E/s1600-h/mewithcamera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWELH2qegI/AAAAAAAAGuI/ma0ixUROR-E/s400/mewithcamera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351829058821454338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Across the street, on the second floor of a beautiful building, several windows full of merchandise. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWELOffZFI/AAAAAAAAGuA/5nRXftU-Ix0/s1600-h/wigs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWELOffZFI/AAAAAAAAGuA/5nRXftU-Ix0/s400/wigs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351829060603307090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But my favorite images are a different kind of beauty entirely -- the grit that never fails to move and captivate me. I'm not sure why, but maybe it doesn't matter. We took the PATH to 33rd St. and then the subway up. On the way down, we took the E train to the WTC and we took the PATH from there - a substantially shorter and easier trip because we didn't have to change trains.<br /><br />It isn't easy to take pictures on the subway because it's usually too crowded - but the E train was fairly empty on the way downtown because it was mid-afternoon. Notice how this guy paid attention to the signs.<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWFhGJjysI/AAAAAAAAGuQ/4_mR6DihoJw/s1600-h/DSCN4519.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWFhGJjysI/AAAAAAAAGuQ/4_mR6DihoJw/s400/DSCN4519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351830535832586946" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When we got off the E train at the World Trade Center stop,we had to walk about a block to the WTC and the PATH <span style="font-style: italic;">(Port Authority Trans Hudson, which in my day was called the </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.hudsoncity.net/tubes/gatewaytubepage.html">Hudson Tubes</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. Back then, we always took the ferry to and from NY. You drove your car onto the ferry, got out and walked around to where the windows or deck were, and drove off when the boat docked. They discontinued the ferry in the 1950's).</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway - construction on the tower or towers and museum or whatever they are doing, continues to slog along, nearly 8 years later. </span> <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWGm8ZViJI/AAAAAAAAGuY/9pwJ1h29F0M/s1600-h/DSCN4531.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWGm8ZViJI/AAAAAAAAGuY/9pwJ1h29F0M/s320/DSCN4531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351831735805249682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We took the escalator down and I noticed that the view through this wonderful grid is visible today, which is wasn't a year or two ago when I took this picture.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWPK_SQrjI/AAAAAAAAGvA/e0T3vmCxH0g/s1600-h/IMG_0502.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWPK_SQrjI/AAAAAAAAGvA/e0T3vmCxH0g/s320/IMG_0502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841151149190706" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOg9wLKxI/AAAAAAAAGuw/UtQVrhtQ6s8/s1600-h/wtcgridphoto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOg9wLKxI/AAAAAAAAGuw/UtQVrhtQ6s8/s320/wtcgridphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351840429183281938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The escalator down to the PATH trains. I love the Welcome to the World Trade Center sign.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOF3XLjiI/AAAAAAAAGug/Fk6Pc25jjxA/s1600-h/DSCN4533.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWOF3XLjiI/AAAAAAAAGug/Fk6Pc25jjxA/s320/DSCN4533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351839963611368994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I never have a chance to shoot the beautiful landscape on the PATH route, but today I did. What can I say? I love these views. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUufMXfvI/AAAAAAAAGvo/B6OQkpdlFks/s1600-h/DSCN4536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUufMXfvI/AAAAAAAAGvo/B6OQkpdlFks/s320/DSCN4536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351847258567966450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUu7AHQCI/AAAAAAAAGv4/IxNpphdyb14/s1600-h/DSCN4539.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUu7AHQCI/AAAAAAAAGv4/IxNpphdyb14/s320/DSCN4539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351847266032762914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUulMihAI/AAAAAAAAGvw/EfMcMaqlxgc/s1600-h/DSCN4538.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUulMihAI/AAAAAAAAGvw/EfMcMaqlxgc/s320/DSCN4538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351847260179301378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUuUMhsbI/AAAAAAAAGvg/DSeSepcB73U/s1600-h/DSCN4540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkWUuUMhsbI/AAAAAAAAGvg/DSeSepcB73U/s320/DSCN4540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351847255615844786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was so tired when we got home that I took a 3 hour nap on the couch: unheard of for me. And now, off to bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tomorrow, I take my Apple to the genuises to see if they can fix my screwed-up Apple mail.<br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-2038088603594465105?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-85193187191825803542009-06-26T09:05:00.007-04:002009-07-06T23:38:33.762-04:00more on quilts I never made<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The pieces in the previous post no longer exist-- in fact, I never put them together..and it had nothing to do with not wanting to quilt them.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is how I work: I put stuff up on the wall to see what works together, take pictures, and then</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> move them around or add/delete and finally, either make the piece or take everything down and throw the fabrics back into the bins.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkTK89xW0II/AAAAAAAAGsw/CPrRlQh8-c4/s1600-h/random.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkTK89xW0II/AAAAAAAAGsw/CPrRlQh8-c4/s320/random.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351625405945532546" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I never put those pieces together because I did not think they worked. I may have used the fabrics in other pieces, printed over them, or they may be in my archeological dig - the rolling milk crates from Staples that I throw my bits into. (This is why I iron - I am trying to see what I have).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Truthfully, in looking through my photos to see what I could delete from my computer, I found a load of these "audition" photos and and am sorry, in retrospect, that I was so hasty in taking them down (the one above doesn't count). While I can't recreate them -- the moment is gone for each of them -- I can take them as a lesson (in what??? -- sewing them together just in case they turn out not to be part of my crap quota?).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is Friday morning. Marty and I are going into NY today to meet our friends from Alabama for lunch. It is about to pour: we are taking the PATH and the subway. I'm bringing my camera but can't guarantee I can keep the raindrops off my lens. I will check back with you tonight.<br /></span></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-8519318719182580354?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-15809492212991672452009-06-25T11:22:00.007-04:002009-07-06T23:38:58.054-04:00quilts I never made<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOydEFkYZI/AAAAAAAAGsA/a_l1QPnuEOM/s1600-h/pink-x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOydEFkYZI/AAAAAAAAGsA/a_l1QPnuEOM/s320/pink-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316994629329298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOuVrwlsAI/AAAAAAAAGr4/OwVWbHGAn6w/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOuVrwlsAI/AAAAAAAAGr4/OwVWbHGAn6w/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351312469793288194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOuVZsw4TI/AAAAAAAAGrw/Br0QcvfinT8/s1600-h/DSCN01670117.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOuVZsw4TI/AAAAAAAAGrw/Br0QcvfinT8/s320/DSCN01670117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351312464945406258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOt8RAKCII/AAAAAAAAGro/Z0cvY4mCJ_s/s1600-h/DSCN0670.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOt8RAKCII/AAAAAAAAGro/Z0cvY4mCJ_s/s320/DSCN0670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351312033114097794" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkOWUFmXfrI/AAAAAAAAGqk/fEefBBsUAEM/s1600-h/DSCN0699.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-1580949221299167245?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-24495395654323297452009-06-23T23:26:00.009-04:002009-07-06T23:39:16.551-04:00playing the "what if?" game<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I started this blog in January '05, it was a visual sounding board for myself (an oxymoron? maybe - but you know what I mean). I wanted a way of evaluating work in process from a bit of a distance and the digital-to-screen seemed ideal. It was. It still is.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">During the last few days of Print Original Fabric/Make Original Quilts, I took digital pictures of students' work in process and uploaded them to my computer. They could see immediately what worked and what didn't and I told them their digital cameras were their friends.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some time ago I put this up on the wall in my studio.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGfnzTgimI/AAAAAAAAGqE/CGHVMnwIJ7Y/s1600-h/audition1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGfnzTgimI/AAAAAAAAGqE/CGHVMnwIJ7Y/s320/audition1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350733338428607074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I auditioned another fabric with it and wasn't sure it made any sense, so I went back to the original idea.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGfoD_olQI/AAAAAAAAGqM/AY8u3yg0thk/s1600-h/audition2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGfoD_olQI/AAAAAAAAGqM/AY8u3yg0thk/s320/audition2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350733342908650754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I wondered what would happen if I made it bigger, since it was the approximate size of so many of my other pieces and I'd like to work larger. So I added these fabrics and brought it all home to put it together.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGg83Gt2GI/AAAAAAAAGqc/erlzkSgILhs/s1600-h/DSCN4516.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkGg83Gt2GI/AAAAAAAAGqc/erlzkSgILhs/s320/DSCN4516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350734799737575522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The original idea was to see if I could work in essentially two colors, but I find this too coordinated and as a result, boring. So it sits, and will stay here till I go through a few more permutations tomorrow with my critique group. I find that the idea of consciously working in two colors is meaningless to me. What does this piece say? What is it about? For me, it has to speak and it's not talking yet. Maybe it doesn't want to be larger. We'll see.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />As I was going through my photos "in process" tonight, I found some pieces that never got made. Perhaps I'll post them sometime soon.<br /></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s1600-h/my+sig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 32px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SlK9xOM-atI/AAAAAAAAG4M/5lws2DOHT7s/s320/my+sig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355551560220699346" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-2449539565432329745?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-77157203695953863292009-06-23T00:12:00.005-04:002009-06-23T11:00:38.597-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkBXnbGWhqI/AAAAAAAAGps/FVn-gT2IUCs/s1600-h/DSCN4503.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkBXnbGWhqI/AAAAAAAAGps/FVn-gT2IUCs/s400/DSCN4503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372692117063330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Newspapers. Eleven days' worth, saved in case I wanted to read them. I didn't...but of course, had to go through the entire pile so I could retrieve Wednesday's NY Times food section, Thursday's Home and Styles sections, and the Sunday book reviews from the last two weekends. Oh, and the art. Took the whole morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, to be fair, it took only half the morning. I got home at 6:am and since my body was on Left Coast time, I went to sleep and slept through the first half of the morning.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then back to laundry and real life.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Studio Six meets at my house on Wednesday and I had to bake for the occasion - so that was tonight's actvity. </span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkBZIPxDwvI/AAAAAAAAGp0/-bRCKzpVW4E/s1600-h/DSCN4504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SkBZIPxDwvI/AAAAAAAAGp0/-bRCKzpVW4E/s320/DSCN4504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350374355522274034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Lemon Sours</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3/4 cup sifted flour (<span style="font-style: italic;">I didn't sift)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/3 c. sweet butter</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 eggs</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 cup brown sugar -pack a little, not too firm (<span style="font-style: italic;">I used 2/3 cup and it is plenty sweet!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3/4 cup shredded coconut </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(I used unsweetened)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/2 cup chopped nuts</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/8 tsp baking powder</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1/2 tsp vanilla</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 tsp grated lemon rind</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1-1/2 tablespoons lemon juice</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2/3 c. confectioner's sugar (approx)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mix together flour and butter to a fine curmb. Sprinkle evenly in 11x7 pan <span style="font-style: italic;">(I used 8x8)</span> Bake in 350 oven for 10 min. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Meanwhile, beat eggs, brown sugar, coconut, nuts, baking powder. spread on first mixture as you take it from the oven. Return to oven and bake 20 min longer (<span style="font-style: italic;">or till brown on top)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mix lemon rind, lemon juice and add conf. sugar to make a creamy mixture. Spread over top as soon as pan is taken from the oven. Cool cut into squares. Makes 16-24 squares, depending on size of pan.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">It has been countless years since I have made these so I'm not sure how they have turned out.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Will let you know.</span><br /></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-7715720369595386329?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-54844851209529585762009-06-21T22:11:00.023-04:002009-06-21T23:58:00.525-04:00feeling sad<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sitting in LAX, directly across from the President's Club (where the gate agent told me I could get free Wifi) and I have about two hours till boarding time.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This has been such a wonderful teaching trip that I am sorry to be leaving Southern California. Karen and Ted Rips drove me to the airport - and we stopped on the way at the famous and wonderful Tito's Tacos! It is worth a trip to (or from) LAX just to stop there. Fancy it ain't - but the food is to die for.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj70k-5YCMI/AAAAAAAAGn0/D00yG70F6K8/s1600-h/tito%27s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj70k-5YCMI/AAAAAAAAGn0/D00yG70F6K8/s400/tito%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349982323558844610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I kept forgetting to take pictures of all the delicious meals we had while I was here, but this was too good to miss! Really. Tito's is unforgettable.</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj70lOfLyrI/AAAAAAAAGn8/Unxji0o0_QM/s1600-h/DSCN4502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj70lOfLyrI/AAAAAAAAGn8/Unxji0o0_QM/s400/DSCN4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349982327743957682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The class wound down today as people worked on the work they had started yesterday or cut into new fabric and reassembled it.<br /><br />Carolyn's piece began as a horizontal and after doing our crit and what if?s, it became more dynamic when she added a few elements, moved others, and turned it into a vertical.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj75ZjFQCyI/AAAAAAAAGos/9chgMJF8stU/s1600-h/Carolyn%27s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj75ZjFQCyI/AAAAAAAAGos/9chgMJF8stU/s400/Carolyn%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349987624672037666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Pam's piece on the right started with the gelatin print and is evolving into something very special. (<a href="http://pamprice.blogspot.com">see her blog</a> for lots of better pictures than I got, of the goings on in class)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj74gh98XbI/AAAAAAAAGoc/RLf1fR6CSD4/s1600-h/PamKlebaum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj74gh98XbI/AAAAAAAAGoc/RLf1fR6CSD4/s400/PamKlebaum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349986645120409010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sharon auditioned her rusted and printed fabrics to see where they would take her -- and she has a pretty clear idea that should be great when she finishes it.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj76Diu0oLI/AAAAAAAAGo0/QLCrq61Z41I/s1600-h/DSCN4486.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj76Diu0oLI/AAAAAAAAGo0/QLCrq61Z41I/s400/DSCN4486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988346132471986" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And here's a before and after when the other Pam in the class decided to simplify and let her printed fabric get the attention it deserves.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj77jSTuL5I/AAAAAAAAGo8/sdMwFbFr43A/s1600-h/DSCN4472-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj77jSTuL5I/AAAAAAAAGo8/sdMwFbFr43A/s400/DSCN4472-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349989990991277970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is still a work in progress but promises to be a very good piece.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj77jur0C-I/AAAAAAAAGpE/ki9jVaD5mvE/s1600-h/sharon%27s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj77jur0C-I/AAAAAAAAGpE/ki9jVaD5mvE/s400/sharon%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349989998608518114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here is Jan's piece from yesterday, cropped and ready to take to the next step. </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj78hq32urI/AAAAAAAAGpM/uVWMFmdjYhk/s1600-h/DSCN4479.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj78hq32urI/AAAAAAAAGpM/uVWMFmdjYhk/s400/DSCN4479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991062737173170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And here we are at the end of today -a piece of Jan's beautiful screenprinted fabric on a background that seems made for it.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj7-yIeN0yI/AAAAAAAAGpk/oAT6WDgoYls/s1600-h/with+Jan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj7-yIeN0yI/AAAAAAAAGpk/oAT6WDgoYls/s400/with+Jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349993544583861026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Susan West brought in the show and tell she had not had with her yesterday and we enjoyed her sharing. Susan and her husband lost everything in the Santa Barbara fires. Her <a href="http://fibervision.wordpress.com/">Fibervision </a>group made her this quilt afterwards, to make her happy. It is delightful and hangs on the wall of her rented house. You simply must click on it to get a closer look!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj7-KBA9-RI/AAAAAAAAGpc/izrLhOLBe28/s1600-h/DSCN4494.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj7-KBA9-RI/AAAAAAAAGpc/izrLhOLBe28/s400/DSCN4494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349992855387371794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was hard to say goodbye, but I hope someone will invite me to come again to this part of the world. Flight is boarding soon, so off I go. And I expect you will not hear from me till Tuesday night, after my crit group meeting. It is always harder going home with the time change - I land at 6:am Monday but it will be 3:am California/body time. Maybe I'll be lucky and sleep on this Red Eye.<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-5484485120952958576?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-54117848640469768502009-06-21T02:40:00.023-04:002009-06-21T03:57:56.880-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3Wcx4-91I/AAAAAAAAGmE/Vggy54hQm2g/s1600-h/DSCN4468.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3Wcx4-91I/AAAAAAAAGmE/Vggy54hQm2g/s400/DSCN4468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667722303043410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today was much more laid-back than yesterday but I think it took a lot more concentration because people were actually working with fabrics they had printed.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As a few of them can tell you, it takes some concentration -- and sometimes, the courage to cut into the cloth. Ouch!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happily, Quilters Studio is fabric-shopping heaven and was just on the other side of the classroom.<br />As you can imagine, this was a godsend for those people who didn't happen to bring just the perfect fabric to go with their newly printed cloth. I have to admit that even <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> was tempted!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3dHMt0wfI/AAAAAAAAGmM/pqtNWMxMvdo/s1600-h/DSCN4467.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3dHMt0wfI/AAAAAAAAGmM/pqtNWMxMvdo/s320/DSCN4467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349675048128266738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mari found fabrics to audition with her gelatin-printed piece from the other day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3h2m1s1AI/AAAAAAAAGnE/g00f0UzTVIg/s1600-h/DSCN4465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3h2m1s1AI/AAAAAAAAGnE/g00f0UzTVIg/s400/DSCN4465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349680260640986114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Working with their own printed fabrics led to some interesting results. Susan found herself using colors she never uses -- but they worked with the fabric she had printed.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3e8S96mNI/AAAAAAAAGmU/Ayv19uuiWX0/s1600-h/DSCN4462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3e8S96mNI/AAAAAAAAGmU/Ayv19uuiWX0/s320/DSCN4462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677059851065554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And several people took the first-time leap to slicing, dicing, and reconstituting one piece of cloth into a much more interesting piece than they had started with. Instead of putting a border around the house she had printed, Jan cut it up and now has this in process. Fun!<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3jwVHU9rI/AAAAAAAAGnM/7SSibCdhNQI/s1600-h/DSCN4463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3jwVHU9rI/AAAAAAAAGnM/7SSibCdhNQI/s400/DSCN4463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349682351827121842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It really takes guts to cut a gorgeous piece of fabric you have printed yourself. I admit that I am just as hesitant about doing this as many other people are. But look what happened when Maren took the rotary cutter to her fabric.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3k_KjW5-I/AAAAAAAAGnU/QxppJyhjIXk/s1600-h/DSCN4451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 408px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3k_KjW5-I/AAAAAAAAGnU/QxppJyhjIXk/s400/DSCN4451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349683706201565154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3mmMsMReI/AAAAAAAAGnk/DtbTK41CpG0/s1600-h/DSCN4464.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3mmMsMReI/AAAAAAAAGnk/DtbTK41CpG0/s400/DSCN4464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685476302013922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3mmY4L3PI/AAAAAAAAGns/OZobWsahMAU/s1600-h/DSCN4470.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sj3mmY4L3PI/AAAAAAAAGns/OZobWsahMAU/s400/DSCN4470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685479573544178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We'll see what happens on Sunday, which is the last day of the class.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-5411784864046976850?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-35050432505725718592009-06-20T10:12:00.008-04:002009-06-20T10:42:21.441-04:00blogging before breakfast<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was too tired to blog last night. It was a pretty intense day and I'm betting the class members slept well, too.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lots of creativity, some fun, and working quickly produced some nice work in 20-30 minutes. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These were two people's interpretations of the same phrase. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjzyKa-mphI/AAAAAAAAGlU/tlSP0v-Dj9Y/s1600-h/DSCN4380.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjzyKa-mphI/AAAAAAAAGlU/tlSP0v-Dj9Y/s400/DSCN4380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349416718263821842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> It was interesting to see that by the third exercise the quality of the pieces had skyrocketed. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> These 3 examples all came out of the same assignment to use the 6" square of green(ish) fabric I gave to them (thanks, Helene!).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catche) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv4KCAWAI/AAAAAAAAGlE/Q6biBQjjf6s/s1600-h/PamPrice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv4KCAWAI/AAAAAAAAGlE/Q6biBQjjf6s/s320/PamPrice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414205453785090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv3xfmgxI/AAAAAAAAGk8/VmaDVlaq4oY/s1600-h/Susan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv3xfmgxI/AAAAAAAAGk8/VmaDVlaq4oY/s320/Susan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414198867034898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv3oRE24I/AAAAAAAAGk0/Dv75afWGRrU/s1600-h/EileenAlber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzv3oRE24I/AAAAAAAAGk0/Dv75afWGRrU/s320/EileenAlber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414196390189954" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night, after dinner, I went for a walk around the hotel area to see what I could find.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There were the requisite fleurs...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzz3VyyfRI/AAAAAAAAGlc/5xCLyANJt3w/s1600-h/DSCN4413.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjzz3VyyfRI/AAAAAAAAGlc/5xCLyANJt3w/s400/DSCN4413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349418589477829906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And then, a few other things.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0gGRmwQI/AAAAAAAAGls/t7Z887vY_ek/s1600-h/DSCN4423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0gGRmwQI/AAAAAAAAGls/t7Z887vY_ek/s400/DSCN4423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419289686753538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0fzJhr1I/AAAAAAAAGlk/VSEpflwTYXw/s1600-h/DSCN4412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0fzJhr1I/AAAAAAAAGlk/VSEpflwTYXw/s400/DSCN4412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419284552593234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0t4aRU6I/AAAAAAAAGl8/HtyBfiPI_1A/s1600-h/DSCN4417.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0t4aRU6I/AAAAAAAAGl8/HtyBfiPI_1A/s400/DSCN4417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419526483170210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0trlbwmI/AAAAAAAAGl0/bTRnJjKWejM/s1600-h/DSCN4416.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjz0trlbwmI/AAAAAAAAGl0/bTRnJjKWejM/s400/DSCN4416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419523040330338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Breakfast! Or I won't get to class on time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-3505043250572571859?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-48680889643638057612009-06-18T23:45:00.037-04:002009-06-19T03:38:28.131-04:00my camera is never far from my side...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsLmqTzv_I/AAAAAAAAGhM/38jEkziHfjE/s1600-h/DSCN4329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsLmqTzv_I/AAAAAAAAGhM/38jEkziHfjE/s320/DSCN4329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348881741252902898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Except when someone else grabs it to take a picture of me, or when I am walking around the classroom, asking "where is my camera? Has anyone seen my camera? I know it's here somewhere..."<br /><br />I have usually parked it on someone's table when I've been answering a question or helping with something. This repeats itself about 20 times a day; I think my next camera has to be red or acid green or something easy to spot.<br /><br />Tonight, I left it in the classroom when we went to dinner and realized it at the restaurant. Ack. I took so many pix that I couldn't face not blogging tonight - so Eileen Alber was nice enough to unlock <a href="http://www.quiltersstudio.com/">the shop</a> after dinner so I could retrieve the camera. It was under a pile of fabric on my table. Big surprise.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Above, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am demonstrating putting glue on a screen. What I did was not nearly as interesting as some of the screens the students made. Here are just a couple of them lying in the sun (screens, not students).</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsOpOfbrJI/AAAAAAAAGhU/L0UDvvy0BPg/s1600-h/DSCN4336.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsOpOfbrJI/AAAAAAAAGhU/L0UDvvy0BPg/s320/DSCN4336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885083859954834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsPkwocA4I/AAAAAAAAGhk/s3uk_QK-l_o/s1600-h/DSCN4337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsPkwocA4I/AAAAAAAAGhk/s3uk_QK-l_o/s320/DSCN4337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348886106636813186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Glue was a big hit and a couple of students decided it was their favorite thing to do. Oh, joy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sherrill Kahn worked primarily on paper, her primary medium, but today she switched to fabric for a while and was thrilled with the results from her glue screen!</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsTNXZy5yI/AAAAAAAAGh8/pkatFSObRqo/s1600-h/Sherrillwithfabric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsTNXZy5yI/AAAAAAAAGh8/pkatFSObRqo/s320/Sherrillwithfabric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348890102774032162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sharon is doubly delighted because she has never printed before and is discovering that she is an artist. This is her glue fabric.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsVKXaoiaI/AAAAAAAAGiM/SC5AWIo7O2I/s1600-h/Sharon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsVKXaoiaI/AAAAAAAAGiM/SC5AWIo7O2I/s320/Sharon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348892250261195170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hanging on the lines and racks, all kinds of goodies, screened with glue and/or tape.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsaGZc3API/AAAAAAAAGi8/OhmEQiLKRJI/s1600-h/DSCN4356.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsaGZc3API/AAAAAAAAGi8/OhmEQiLKRJI/s320/DSCN4356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348897679646064882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsdvpqj-nI/AAAAAAAAGjs/kvqHPcuVqco/s1600-h/DSCN4353.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsdvpqj-nI/AAAAAAAAGjs/kvqHPcuVqco/s320/DSCN4353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348901686908025458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsd8Ok-5nI/AAAAAAAAGj0/iqkPQa1FlYw/s1600-h/DSCN4354.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsd8Ok-5nI/AAAAAAAAGj0/iqkPQa1FlYw/s320/DSCN4354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348901902975166066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After lunch, I gave everyone a syringe so they could add their own marks to the fabrics . Judy Rys came to class today wearing an appropriate shirt on which she wrote with the syringe she got from me last time I saw her, a few years ago when I taught in Santa Barbara.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsbPWjStoI/AAAAAAAAGjc/XlPRrAMzR00/s1600-h/JudyRys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsbPWjStoI/AAAAAAAAGjc/XlPRrAMzR00/s320/JudyRys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348898932998190722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Using a syringe isn't always easy till you get the hang of it. Florence had put a bit too much on the fabric but folded it over and pretty soon, it was looking good!</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsS2AD08GI/AAAAAAAAGh0/JbGPKJfXOX4/s1600-h/FlorenceStroup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsS2AD08GI/AAAAAAAAGh0/JbGPKJfXOX4/s320/FlorenceStroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348889701370884194" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The rest of the afternoon flew by with tons of fabric being printed and everyone working in layers.</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsfy4w6kuI/AAAAAAAAGkM/tytaiNsR21w/s1600-h/DSCN4372.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsfy4w6kuI/AAAAAAAAGkM/tytaiNsR21w/s320/DSCN4372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903941524067042" border="0" /></a></div><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsbPJHOIxI/AAAAAAAAGjU/6Ikj0Eg-fw0/s1600-h/DSCN4368.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsbPJHOIxI/AAAAAAAAGjU/6Ikj0Eg-fw0/s320/DSCN4368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348898929390789394" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsfym1NsDI/AAAAAAAAGkE/moyI5Jd6kH4/s1600-h/DSCN4344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsfym1NsDI/AAAAAAAAGkE/moyI5Jd6kH4/s320/DSCN4344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903936710258738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By the end of the day, I said goodbye to Cherrill, who has family obligations that are pulling her away for the rest of the week. We admire each others' work so much, which is funny because except for the layering, they are polar opposites. </span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsgVaR865I/AAAAAAAAGkk/sSoOP-KDo44/s1600-h/withSherrillKahn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsgVaR865I/AAAAAAAAGkk/sSoOP-KDo44/s320/withSherrillKahn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348904534636555154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About half the class went to dinner at an Indian restaurant (we've eaten Mexican, Middle Eastern- twice - and tomorrow, sushi). Then, after I retrieved my camera so I could post these pix tonight, I came back to this lovely Marriott Courtyard. I must say this is the nicest hotel I have stayed at, anywhere I have traveled to teach (except, of course, the Claremont Hotel in Berkeley). Thanks to the Quilters Studio in Newbury Park, CA, for making my stay so comfortable.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsh0BF5tqI/AAAAAAAAGks/KCbQo63eROY/s1600-h/DSCN4320.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjsh0BF5tqI/AAAAAAAAGks/KCbQo63eROY/s320/DSCN4320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348906159962699426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One more thing: this is Pam Price Klebaum's glue print. I'd like to know what you see.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsfzGqVFxI/AAAAAAAAGkU/HECVjLsXwwI/s1600-h/PamPrice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjsfzGqVFxI/AAAAAAAAGkU/HECVjLsXwwI/s320/PamPrice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903945254541074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tomorrow we switch gears.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-4868088964363805761?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-36878309092509698512009-06-17T22:34:00.022-04:002009-06-17T23:43:24.335-04:00gelatin, etc<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today, I was so busy I didn't have much time to take pictures, but I will post the few that I have. Big class -- 19 or 20 people -- and very productive, indeed. We did gelatin printing this morning and just these two random photos will give you an idea of the variety. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmoenzAO5I/AAAAAAAAGeg/v_4N2HjXLI4/s1600-h/DSCN4307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmoenzAO5I/AAAAAAAAGeg/v_4N2HjXLI4/s320/DSCN4307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491276511624082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmoozHJrII/AAAAAAAAGeo/_ZM4v6QHMzY/s1600-h/DSCN4310.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmoozHJrII/AAAAAAAAGeo/_ZM4v6QHMzY/s320/DSCN4310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491451347610754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After lunch, I showed them screen printing with newspaper,</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmvssHF3iI/AAAAAAAAGfw/B2a3hjIS6Z4/s1600-h/mydemo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmvssHF3iI/AAAAAAAAGfw/B2a3hjIS6Z4/s320/mydemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348499214769184290" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and they went to work! </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmwFJzf8eI/AAAAAAAAGf4/An1a3GhEdcA/s1600-h/DSCN4317.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmwFJzf8eI/AAAAAAAAGf4/An1a3GhEdcA/s320/DSCN4317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348499635056931298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://pamprice.blogspot.com/">Pamela Price Klebaum</a> went a step further and used paper (if I remember correctly) as a resist on a Thermofax screen she had brought with her. What a great idea!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjmx59NP2gI/AAAAAAAAGgI/Lh2vko1ORU4/s1600-h/PamelaPriceKlebaum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjmx59NP2gI/AAAAAAAAGgI/Lh2vko1ORU4/s320/PamelaPriceKlebaum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501641719962114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjmx6I2L0XI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/E29sEwJOH30/s1600-h/PamPriceKlebaum-tape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjmx6I2L0XI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/E29sEwJOH30/s320/PamPriceKlebaum-tape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501644844454258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Later, after the class had plenty of time to play, I showed them the results they could get with tape on a screen.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> There wasn't a lot of time left to experiment with that, but we'll go back to it tomorrow -along with some other screening methods.<br /><br />In the meantime, a couple of super-achievers went to work with tape and did some really different things. Here is <a href="http://www.karenrips.com/">Karen Rips'</a> take on printing with blue tape - isn't it cool?</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmxKrgJmrI/AAAAAAAAGgA/j7SodJCd3I4/s1600-h/DSCN4318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmxKrgJmrI/AAAAAAAAGgA/j7SodJCd3I4/s320/DSCN4318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348500829513554610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmyzPP7dII/AAAAAAAAGgY/iEEblkLVk9M/s1600-h/DSCN4319.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjmyzPP7dII/AAAAAAAAGgY/iEEblkLVk9M/s320/DSCN4319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348502625815590018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And this screenprint was Eileen Alber's - I can no longer remember whether it was tape or paper, but it is even better in person than in the picture. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjm0v8Fw19I/AAAAAAAAGgg/I-DiBVh9tcM/s1600-h/EileenAlber%27stape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/Sjm0v8Fw19I/AAAAAAAAGgg/I-DiBVh9tcM/s320/EileenAlber%27stape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348504768156325842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://www.impressmenow.com/"> Sherrill Kahn</a>, who also is taking my class, worked her magic nonstop on paper. She's a live wire and although my one picture of her came out fuzzy, I'll take more tomorrow. Stay tuned!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-3687830909250969851?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-47842806403778232672009-06-16T23:11:00.006-04:002009-06-17T00:04:49.711-04:00what is a blogger to do?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It is a dilemma when you want to blog and really have nothing of interest to say. Do you say the boring things? (like D.H. calling my cell to ask me how to turn off the oven? or my 92 y/o mother calling to tell me she'd fallen and couldn't get up? I'm in CALIFORNIA, forgodsakes, ma!) Should I make things up? (I'm not that imaginative) or not blog at all? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then there is the matter of photos. Personally, I prefer visuals in somebody's blog if I am going to read it. If you think about it, this is ridiculous: I don't need picture books to be engaged with a good story - so why do I need pictures to be engaged with a blog post? Maybe if it were interesting enough it wouldn't need pictures.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OTOH - not all pictures are interesting. See what I mean? Did you really need to see this?</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhlxnDxy7I/AAAAAAAAGd4/mjzt_oPq7ZU/s1600-h/DSCN4303.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhlxnDxy7I/AAAAAAAAGd4/mjzt_oPq7ZU/s320/DSCN4303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348136460475288498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />To backtrack a bit... Carol Henke and I drove to Culver City to meet <a href="http://www.karenrips.com/">Karen Rips</a>, who is my host for the rest of this trip. Karen and I hot-footed it to <a href="http://www.quiltersstudio.com/">Quilters Studio</a> in Newbury Park -- where I am teaching for the next five days. What a wonderful store!! Eileen Alber has such a fabulous selection of fabric that art quilters from Europe order from her. But I digress...<br />today, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was getting set up and organized (or what passes for organized) for the rest of the week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />After that, Karen and I had a deluxe dinner out. On the walk back from the restaurant to the hotel where I am staying, I got out my camera and took a few pictures to post tonight. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I don't recall seeing these blue-purple fleurs in New Jersey, so I could not resist.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhmmgSv6nI/AAAAAAAAGeI/iKEi8A8SUnQ/s1600-h/DSCN4305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhmmgSv6nI/AAAAAAAAGeI/iKEi8A8SUnQ/s320/DSCN4305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348137369192098418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And this view from my room gave me something I can really work with. Texture!!</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhneAljWNI/AAAAAAAAGeY/9OCo7WFZYm8/s1600-h/DSCN4306.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjhneAljWNI/AAAAAAAAGeY/9OCo7WFZYm8/s320/DSCN4306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348138322753706194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So now, having made the requisite blog post and bored you to tears, I am signing off, scheduling a wake up call for the crack of dawn, and getting ready for another teaching day. Come back soon and visit.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-4784280640377823267?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-42512920558129029992009-06-15T23:11:00.004-04:002009-06-15T23:20:44.559-04:00Look! An orange!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjcNs_nLMyI/AAAAAAAAGdo/Q-s_o75aviQ/s1600-h/DSCN4301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjcNs_nLMyI/AAAAAAAAGdo/Q-s_o75aviQ/s320/DSCN4301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347758149166904098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm in a citrus paradise. You people who live in California, Fla. and wherever else people have lemons, oranges, kumquats, persimmons, and limes in their yards, have NO idea how exciting this is...unless you came here from somewhere else. And then, maybe by now you have forgotten what a miracle it is to walk outside and pick these fruits when you want them.<br /><br />I spent this afternoon with my sewing and my book, sitting outside looking at the grapevines, tomato plants, and even an apple tree with fruit hanging from the boughs. The weather, to be honest, was cool and comfortable until the sun went back in and it got downright chilly. But in the meantime, this was another part of my view today. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Truly a day of rest.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjcO3-o4ctI/AAAAAAAAGdw/cx94SOUIDz4/s1600-h/DSCN4302.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjcO3-o4ctI/AAAAAAAAGdw/cx94SOUIDz4/s320/DSCN4302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347759437395817170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Tomorrow morning, heading for Santa Monica and then to Quilters Studio in Newbury Park for five days.</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Looking forward to the next adventure!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-4251292055812902999?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-63447370482851871432009-06-14T23:33:00.034-04:002009-06-15T22:43:04.390-04:00working backwards on day 2 (long)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXKFARKilI/AAAAAAAAGbg/rPAVdvPXsz8/s1600-h/cafe+hidalgo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXKFARKilI/AAAAAAAAGbg/rPAVdvPXsz8/s320/cafe+hidalgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347402319892482642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After class today, my cousin Brenda, who lives in Carlsbad, CA, picked me up and we went in search of a couple of good drinks and dinner. Found it here (at left) in Fullerton.<br /><br />Drinks were great, food was outstanding, and I have no affiliation with the place; we found it by happy accident and it's worth a visit if you are in the area or live in Orange County, CA.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Café Hidalgo<br />305 N. Harbor #111<br />714-447-3202</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Brenda and I only get to see each other every few years (why do all my favorite cousins live in California and Florida??) so this was a treat. How silly when two senior citizens get the giggles in a public place! </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here we are, with Brenda looking more serious than normal. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXERDWt5uI/AAAAAAAAGaw/uMDzn48x5g4/s1600-h/R%26Brenda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXERDWt5uI/AAAAAAAAGaw/uMDzn48x5g4/s320/R%26Brenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347395929809741538" border="0" /></a> <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://cookseyville.blogspot.com/2009/06/rayna-gillman-workshop.html">Cindy Cooksey</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, whose work is pure delight (go to her website from her blog to see her work) promises to post some pictures. In the meantime, I have plenty from today.<br /><br />At lunchtime, I had a bonus visit from Inga Buell, who took a class from me in Santa Barbara almost 3 years ago. What fun to catch up with her! She is now a printmaker and loving it.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXVFZlhdlI/AAAAAAAAGdY/hVwpRzRLmD4/s1600-h/with+Inga+-+santa+barbara.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXVFZlhdlI/AAAAAAAAGdY/hVwpRzRLmD4/s320/with+Inga+-+santa+barbara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347414421316662866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXVFk__khI/AAAAAAAAGdg/Gy2-4dPsnNo/s1600-h/Inga%26me1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXVFk__khI/AAAAAAAAGdg/Gy2-4dPsnNo/s320/Inga%26me1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347414424380477970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Karen Cunagin took deconstructing screen printing to a new level when she decided to take a printmaker's approach. Here she is, painting onto the screen with a definite plan...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXG7H3fXpI/AAAAAAAAGa4/eQHLGesDUDI/s1600-h/KarenCunaginprinting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXG7H3fXpI/AAAAAAAAGa4/eQHLGesDUDI/s320/KarenCunaginprinting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347398851598704274" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and here a just a few of the varied prints she did the same way. Can you believe it??</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXIm8cjGtI/AAAAAAAAGbI/r2j-g0fI6r4/s1600-h/Karen+Cunaginfaces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXIm8cjGtI/AAAAAAAAGbI/r2j-g0fI6r4/s320/Karen+Cunaginfaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347400703958784722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXG7FtztfI/AAAAAAAAGbA/5zPOdOlVrTI/s1600-h/KarenCunagin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXG7FtztfI/AAAAAAAAGbA/5zPOdOlVrTI/s320/KarenCunagin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347398851021223410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Judi Corrado, who came from Nevada for this workshop, loved doing squiggles on the screen</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXInaDVzZI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/H9XwjJ1H81A/s1600-h/Judicorradoprinting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXInaDVzZI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/H9XwjJ1H81A/s320/Judicorradoprinting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347400711906119058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and came away with this fabric -- a big hit with her classmates during show &amp; tell.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXL8M_tOQI/AAAAAAAAGcI/c0crtM3urEw/s1600-h/judicorrado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXL8M_tOQI/AAAAAAAAGcI/c0crtM3urEw/s320/judicorrado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347404367713351938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There were a few other big hits as people not only showed their printed pieces but brought in their actual work to show us what they normally do. <a href="http://www.henkestudio.com/">Carol Henke</a> makes work that is so serene and abstract that I feel calm just looking at it. Go look at her gallery. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXLkcImb0I/AAAAAAAAGbw/1-dOYWCm8NU/s1600-h/CarolHenke-quilt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXLkcImb0I/AAAAAAAAGbw/1-dOYWCm8NU/s320/CarolHenke-quilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347403959460327234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here is Del Thomas (did you guess it was she in yesterday's post????) looking pleased as punch with a couple of her prints from a to-die-for screen she made yesterday.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXQiGp1PWI/AAAAAAAAGco/6ffliwb1vKw/s1600-h/Deldsp-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXQiGp1PWI/AAAAAAAAGco/6ffliwb1vKw/s320/Deldsp-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347409416892530018" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It took some work to get her to show us a quilt she has made. She is so busy posting the quilts in her collection to her blog that we never get to see her work. Here is one of them. She told us that she puts a bird into almost every quilt she makes, even if it is hidden.</span> <a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXLkRTyRrI/AAAAAAAAGb4/4bdEea24OXU/s1600-h/del%27s+quilt1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXLkRTyRrI/AAAAAAAAGb4/4bdEea24OXU/s320/del%27s+quilt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347403956554450610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had to have this picture taken with Del, who is wearing her newest acquisition from me.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXSkAITD6I/AAAAAAAAGdA/8GEFEQ5dS1Q/s1600-h/Del%26me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGbbGXJKj9E/SjXSkAITD6I/AAAAAAAAGdA/8GEFEQ5dS1Q/s320/Del%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347411648524259234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tomorrow, a hanging-out day while Carol does errands and then perhaps, a visit to Sharla Hicks' shop, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.softexpressions.com/">Soft Expressions</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. It has been a wonderful two days for me with this class.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10294353-6344737048285187143?l=studio78notes.blogspot.com'/></div>Raynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878rgillman@studio78.net4