there's this quote
that found me this week.
about spirituality. but
but i say, it's about creativity, too.
it's about the thing
that wakes you up (past the murky-sludgy stage if you're like me)
and get out the stuff and make that thought.
word made flesh.
thought made materiality.
maybe the language of spirit isn't far from the language of making.
Authentic spirituality is revolutionary. It does not legitimate the world, it breaks the world; it does not console the world, it shatters it. And it does not render the self content, it renders it undone.
so, I've been working on several things this while,
~ the madder dyeing
~ a couple botanical contact prints for my indigo shifu
~ tending a new small garden at the new place
~ finishing the cleanup and label of ALL the fiber
~ finding yarns for my new pipe loom
~ sorting cloth for Zone 4,
my own work,
and my fall papermaking class at SLU
~ i'm going to Vancouver to Maiwa to take the
five day dye workshop.
i want to have a more methodological dye experience,
to have a deeper understanding of the basics and then more,
something i never had,
except with chemical dyes.
in the mid 70's.
this week's red daylily flowers
prompted the first quarter sheet contact prints in quite a long time.
i got out my camera
(after realizing that my little red one has some lens damage)
and took a few photos of the garden
after i removed it.
the working metal
and the newly dyed papers
being rinsedand then drying.
and just achieved more weirdness
there was a lot of green.
here the four are in blotters, under weighsand dried, they look more like this
the exhaust dyebaths from my 35 year old madder
yielded some lovely pastels
on linen cloths
and on silk
this is the rest of the madder
and then the oranges
and then the cloths
and finally the above bits.
i mordanted with alum and cream of tarter
and here are different fibers
both cellulose and protein
the big skein on the left is a darker rose.
how do real photographers get their colors right???
If you see some wonky spacing here,
blogger seems to be struggling lately and sending up weirdness each time i post.sigh.
of course today, monday,
i have errands-a broken vacuum
-my right rear tire picked up a 1.5 " finishing nail
and had embedded it.
yes, my second set of new tires this year
and the same spot, though different tire as the one that had
three nails simultaneously in it last year.
and it's the one that had been replaced because of that.
apparently i ride on back roads in the country
where people haul around their waste
during this gift of time that i gave myself
avoiding traveling and instead doing some necessary things
cleaned out the intensely untidy
and overstuffed closet in my studio.
which has lead to other things
as many cleaning projects do,
the bookshelves that hold equipment,
the unders- and overs- that also stashed "supplies"
mostly fiber in the form of
raw or prepared fiber
i found this little bag of madder root
that i bought from Trudy Van Stralen
the author of Indigo, Madder and Marigold
owner of Hilltop Wools
back in the 80's when I worked (briefly) for her.
Trudy died in 2015,
her business lives on run by her son, i believe.
i soaked them overnight or so
and then cut them up a bit and then soaked more
and cut them up again
nothing was longer than 1/2 inch by the time i was done,
i could have chopped them in the blender but i was tired of this work
and besides, i wanted to dye.
i'm not sure but i don't think i've ever done my very own madder dyepot.
i was once told by a *famous* (unnamed) dyer that madder goes bad after a while.
so i sent my newer bag off to a friend with good wishes for her to use it.
so in the ethers both tim mclaughlin and sarah swett recently became enamoured with madder.
i indulged myself after finding this old bag of 250 grams of madder.
i cooked on low heat, well under boiling,
but i don't have a thermometer
(well, i do, but can i find it?)
but it was a lovely color blood orange sanpellegrino
stained the paint strainer bag
one little swath of kozo i just dipped in for a bit
part of my quest was to find fiber to dye so i can use my new tapestry pipe loom
before i try the other stuff
(do it proper first, gurl)
it was really almost red,
but has oranged out some now.
meanwhile this was happening in the dining room
while i unburdened all the containers,
while i unburdened all the containers,
closet from hell,
under the tables and etc.
there is an abundance that i wish i could be
somewhat unburdened of.
this closet under the stairs is actually organized now.
this is the next big step after the fiber--
much fiber went to places--
the paper mills at home and at school,
some to recycle,
some to compost.
that box of bottles under my studio table is 40 years old
each bottle a lichen vat dye.
gifted to me by jean reynolds from cranberry lake.
in about 1980.
and my lovely partner has made a wagon from our trees he
marked for harvest
cut and hauled last winter.
the sawyer came and made the boards
and it's now been screwed into a usable and "free" wagon.
a huge accomplishment.
the best work.