Saturday, September 8, 2018

nickelic touring grillage

“But when we really delve into the reasons for why we can’t let something go, there are only two: an attachment to the past or a fear for the future.” (Marie Kondo)



As you may see from my above reference to Marie Kondo, I've been going through messes and getting rid of stuff lately.  I have 2 desks, not out of necessity, just convenience.  The upstairs loft was supposed to be 'my' space so I got a desk and chair and set up the old computer there because it's synced with the old printer.  Worked fine for a few days until I got damn sick of sprinting up and down every time I wanted to check something on the internet.  The two dogs loved the sprint up the stairs when they saw me disappearing, and a few times one or the other of us fell, luckily UP the stairs and not DOWN the stairs.  
I would power up the old Mac and twiddle my fingers waiting for it to start while the dogs would wreck havoc rolling on the beds and skidding on the bathroom throw rugs.  Dog toboggans.  I'd do whatever I was doing and hear the phone so have to reverse.  Hours later I realized I had been distracted and would then have to go back up to finish or at least turn off the lights.  Dogs thundered up the stairs again with me.  
I needed a place downstairs and just happened to find an old metal office desk that fit in the kitchen perfectly, and brought it home in the Mini somehow- I could fit anything in that Mini!  The laptop lives there for it's final days and it's where I choose to sit when it's time to look something up.  Like now.
I had to Look Up my blog.  Sigh

But back to Marie-  I was working in the loft where I have a big closet which was supposed to be an elevator shaft but I refused to pay for one except for the hole and shaft.  Somebody else can put in the elevator, butI use it for junk-  old photos in broken frames, wrapping papers, the full complement of slides for 300 or 400 quilts plus slides of whole shows I was proud to be in, and still used slides.  My files are up there, mostly containing old Bloomingdales bills and bank statements from 5 years ago. I had boxes of office supplies and note papers and paperclips and old business cards from 1990 with the wrong addresses, wrong phone number, wrong email and website, but they were those cute Moo cards so I 'saved' them for who knows what..  Out they went as I was continually having my JOY kicked in the ass.  But I did make a dent, still need to go back up tomorrow with only one old dog who climbs with disgust that I am leaving the room and she has her appointed duty to follow me wherever.  

What in hell does one do with one's engagement picture, and the giant wedding picture, not to mention the angelic fuzzy formal portrait from college, yup, pearl earrings?  I packed them all up to the top shelf of my closet while I think about it. It's just scary having a 20-something Sandy in my closet judging me after 50 years.  I might have to start using orange juice cans in my hair again.

In the studio, I made a dress out of a cheap dress I bought that fit so I used it as a pattern.  I have pretty much altered all the stuff I like best, there's a whole layer of floppy stuff still left but it's for another day.  Or the inevitable day the weight magically reappears.   I worked on things that were over 20 years old which probably should have just been used for insulation any more. 
And, so I could spend more time working on it since it's handwork, I brought home the gigantic circles quilt that I am tacking down all the leaves I made with all my quilts over the years listed.  I finished up 1/3 of the leaves, still have two more branches to do but working with putting quilts on top of quilts is daunting.  My fingers gave out trying to push the needles through-  no way would a machine do it unless it was my long-gone industrial.  So, my fingers are almost healed and I have to leave FL anyway for a few days so it will sit here on the dining room table waiting for me to come back.  I am giving up, I missed two calls for entry and work still needs to be done on a third but that date is way ahead so perhaps this fall I will get that under the needle and out the door!

Tired of my whining yet?  I am.
OK, time to have that PARTEE:

These are the most wonderful collages, all made from recycled denim.  If you see color or line, it comes from only denim-  she uses the labels and the pocket linings as contrast fabric, and the attention to detail is simply amazing.  I don't know how these have escaped me all this time!  Enjoy-  and go look her up to see many more.






Choi So Young is a contemporary Korean artist. Best known for her urban landscape compositions made from discarded denim clothing and acrylic paint, Choi explores city life in range of highly textural and detailed works. Her ingenious use of yellowed leather tags, bleach stains, and pocket liners to describe telephone poles, skies, or raised highway pillars offer an especially dynamic exploration of otherwise banal subject matter. Born in 1980 in Busan, Korea, she went on to study art at Dong Eui University in Busan. Choi has exhibited at many esteemed art fairs, including Art Miami Basel and Art Chicago. She continues to live and work in Korea.

That's all Im saying tonight, time for a Klondike Bar and a magazine with (get this?) Vanilla Ice on the front.  What has become of me...                  Sandy

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