Sunday, July 16, 2017

Dolls In the Window

They sit on a windowsill behind a sheer curtain in someone's office, their backs to the parking lot. The dolls never change. One rests a protective hand on the smallest doll's shoulder. Another leans to the side, as if to get a better view of the goings-on in the office, or perhaps to shimmy down from the window sill and escape. No one combs the blond's hair. Why are they there? Have they been forgotten?  It's mysterious and slightly sad, imbued with a sense of waiting, but for...what?

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Plastic Bags With Blue Zips

Kevin Womack makes art quilts. Some of them are created from fabrics that he has printed from photographic images. He cuts and sews them into radiating blocks. The completed patchwork invites you to look closely and carefully at the individual patches, after you have taken in the quilt as a whole. Working this way requires careful organization. Kevin sorts and stores the cut patches in plastic bags. I am intrigued by the way the pile of bags creates a new design. My eyes insist on following the blue zips as they zig and zag through the pile. Out of this asymmetry comes order--literally. See  Kevin's quilts--the ones from this series as well as the ones made from his art fabrics--on his web site:

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Hot Summer Colors

At the farmers market, a convergence of cherry tomatoes and cut flowers caught my eye. The mingled yellows and magentas looked Indian, or perhaps Mexican. They raised the memory of curries and chiles on my tongue. Just as with flavors and scents, we associate colors with places, even if they are places we have never visited in person. These colors speak of heat to me.  

Sunday, June 25, 2017

The Resilience of Dandelions

I stopped to admire a whorl of dandelions growing out of the gap in a neglected stretch of sidewalk. The seed  heads glowed in the low-angled sunlight. They looked so magical, so delicate. One touch and their perfect fluffy roundness would crumble into almost-nothingness. Then each seed would set off on a journey, carried on a breeze, sure to find a new home on a lawn or in another promising sidewalk crack. They may not be welcome in our gardens but every child recognizes a dandelion’s enchanting beauty.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

View From the New Wing, Columbus Museum of Art

The year-old Schottenstein Gallery is a spectacular space for art. "Bodies @ Work: The Art of Ruben and Isabel Toledo" was the perfect installation for this roomy, light-filled space. It was an artistic collaboration and conversation, an interplay between Isabel's fashions and Ruben's large-scale paintings. Mannequins upholstered in black fabric wearing black dresses stood in the floor to ceiling window. They were silhouettes not only from this backlit viewpoint, but, because every detail was black, silhouettes as well from the outside. Up close, with the light flooding over them, viewers could appreciate the fine details of each garment, but shape was the most important element. If only I could share a dozen images. There was so much more...I will think about this exhibit for a long time.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

It's Okay To Be Messy

We all try so hard to be neat. Best selling books encourage us to tidy up, to organize our closets and drawers, to pare down our possessions. But there are times when this is not possible or may even be counterproductive. This is a work table in Pat Pauly's class at QSDS. When you are in a a frenzy of cutting and sewing, striving to create an excellently composed art quilt, the last thing most of us want to do is stop and tidy up. Chaotically tossed fabrics can lead to discovering that two disparate prints really do work well together. An orange may land next to a violet and the pairing may sing. Tidiness is great but a bit of a mess can encourage creativity.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Flamingo Garden

The folks who live here have heartily embraced the flamingo. They even put up a sign that helpfully informs passers by of the names of all seventeen of them. It reminds us that a group of flamingos is called a "stand" or a "flurry." The "stand" part is pretty obvious, especially if your only contact with flamingos is seeing those of the lawn variety. Anyone who has seen a nature film showing how the world becomes nothing but a multitude of pink feathers when a population of flamingos all take to the air at once, will certainly understand why a group would be called a "flurry." Now that I've discovered them, I will make a point of visiting these flamingos more often.