Interesting Story of “Gone Away”

Christmas cards 2015
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I just finished pulling close to thirty wood cut prints to use as this years Christmas card. About two years ago I carved this block, made a good print that I scanned into the computer and then sized it into a card. This year I wanted to hand print the polymer plate I made from that image but just did not like how it was working. So I pulled out the block and had the best time inking it up, registering the papers and running them through my etching press.

This morning it was time to get down to addressing the cards, signing them and writing a note where needed. Going through my address book from over many years I noticed that when someone moves on, one way or another, I do not cross their name out. I don’t erase it. They are all there as reminders as to who mattered enough to send a hand made Christmas card to. And regardless of that fact, the number still hovers around thirty.

I think of those not here as “gone away”.

And how I came by that phrase is interesting.

Kit Williams, an amazing artist and illustrator wrote a book titled, Masquerade back in the 70’s. I bought my daughter a copy as soon as I saw it. The book was a puzzle on the whereabouts of a luscious golden rabbit that he (Kit Williams) had created and then buried somewhere in the English countryside. Of course it led to so many people searching and digging that it became a much bigger story. The outcome was also very interesting as it was ethically questionable on how that transpired.

But back to the “gone away” bit.  Later, and due to the success of Masquerade, Kit Williams did another puzzle book. It had no title because the one who could solve the puzzle could then name the book. It was about a beekeeper.

Bee book cover
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I borrowed  the book in 1993 after moving to North Carolina. When I came to the following page, I saw this small painting that Mr. Williams had placed over the beekeeper’s mantle.

Bee book fireplace
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And here is a close up.

bee book mantle
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I remembered that my mother had that picture in her house and wondered about its importance to be showing up in a Kit Williams book. So I wrote to him back in the 90’s when I saw it. I wrote the letter in care of his publisher. Months later it came back with of the many selections to be checked that were stamped on the envelope as to why it was returned, “Gone Away” was marked. Isn’t that a wonderful option? Not, “No Longer at this Address”, or “Not Deliverable” but “Gone Away”.

So earlier this year I was wondering about that painting that I found in a borrowed and returned Kit Williams book and was thinking I perhaps imagined it all. So going on Amazon, I ordered my own copy. Then I called my daughter because I thought she might know what my mother did with her little framed piece. I still was not sure if I was even remembering my mother’s picture correctly.

My daughter has the painting because it was where my mother wanted it to go and she sent me a couple of photos of it front and back.

Bee book painting
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Here is the interesting thing about this picture. It was painted in 1915 and is titled, “The Piper of Dreams”. It was painted by Estella Canziani, an English artist of some renown who also was accomplished in egg tempera works. This particular copy that my daughter has was a wedding gift in 1923 to a young bride in England.

Because it was 1915, one year into WWI, this painting was reproduced and over 250,000 were sold, quite a large number for that time. And most of those were sent to young men serving on the fields of war by loved ones who wanted them to remember a gentler time in the English countryside.

A nice story. An interesting story. I love the small details of English illustrations and where this one led me. But most of all I think I like “Gone Away” and how easily it applies to those no longer receiving a card at Christmas.

*Note: Kit Williams the last I checked is not totally gone away and his very interesting work and story can be easily found on the web.

The Time of Year and A Writing Prompt

tai chi vertical lo res
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It is that time of year. The time we remember earlier holidays and departed relatives. Any connected sadness has long settled into a fondness for the small glimpses through blurred windows of how I remember a time, place and person. The following was a writing prompt, something about doing the unexpected I think. Really can’t remember exactly but it is all about being an artist and working with textiles to tell a story.

Threads

 by Sandy Webster

I cut into the fabric and my scissors gnaw at the yarns she used for getting her daisies just so.

Long white embroidery stitches splaying out from a center of bright yellow French knots.

It seems brutal at first, destroying my mother’s sewing.

But I only give it a moment’s thought before continuing with my sharpest pair of scissors.

Is this the wrong thing to do?

It is probably the last bit of her sewing that I have.

Should I keep it for a little while longer?

Of course I know I am going to do it – cut the entire panel from the daisies to the fields of grass in the background.

Cut it all into jagged squares with threads of linen sticking out along the edges and colored yarns flopping about.

Some falling to the floor.

I pile the pieces up according to their size and marvel at how many there are.

They are perfect!

The blank canvas waits on the easel as I take a moment to recall her sitting there by the lamp.

She rummages through her yarn bag for just the right color (a color I am about to destroy) and threads her needle.

Slowly pushing in and out she builds an image that I have not hesitated to cut to pieces.

I select the fragments at random to dredge into the thin white paste of gesso – then press them onto the canvas.

Moving my fingers much like she did – getting the threads just so.

Back to Things I Used to Do

Mercers outside shop
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I spent a whole lot of time here in Mercer’s shop. It was an old barn building in town where the local men gathered to have coffee and fix things. There was always a needed part somewhere in the shop and someone who could fix things. It seemed that way to me.

Mercers Shop
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I loved the signs he posted around. Mercer and the men who spent time here and at the corner store inspired some of my undergraduate work and all of my graduate work. It was all about knowing where you belong, feeling connected through the familiar. The men loaned me tools to make marks and let me ink their hands to mark into my artist books. They gave me rags they used in the shop and carried in their trucks to use as biographical marks of who they were in books and sculptures.

Men of Brasstown in textiles
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Patriarch
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Patriarch 2
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Patriarch 3
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I have kept most of the pieces that I made. The artist books especially. It is still hard to not be tempted to pick up some rusty old tool and bring it home. The history of that tool, the man who wore it out fixing things, the feel of it in the hand are hard for me to pass by.

I wrote poems, short stories, made sculptures and artist books about the men. And it was very hard to be critical of my work as an artist. Actually it was impossible. The artwork was just too much about them and I saw them in every piece, so much so that looking too closely was uncomfortable for me and objectionable if others did it. Some time later I will post other images. I will take new photos of the artist books and talk more about the men who gave me their time, tools and patience to see what I would do next.

An Inspiring Place – Expectations and Reality

Arrowmont entrance
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I spent the last few days in what was called a Masters Weekend. Probably named so that we could work with instructors who were masters in their particular field of craft. I needed an “Arrowmont Fix” because it has been six years since I was there teaching and I just missed the place. There are so many good memories of my growth as an artist and I just wanted to dip into the well again.

I took one offered on surface texturing, in the wood studio. Here is the space and the instructors’ works – Dan Essig and Wyatt Severs.

wood studio
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wood gallery 2
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wood gallery 1
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Instructors work
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The Wood Studio is a visually inspiring place to work and the equipment available to the students is easy to access and use with just a quick lesson. Not until a week or so before the class did I realize that the focus would be on milk paint and how it is used to color wood. But aside from that was an introduction to wood burning and waxing. The wood turners in the class made color and texture changes to turned pieces and other students experimented on boards. I don’t work that much with wood so I took objects that I would more likely use in my own work and was very happy I did – otherwise I’d have a bunch of colored boards sitting in my studio this morning wondering what to do with them.

Milk Paint and Burning tool on nature
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Among the things I took to class were pieces of davey board, pods, leaves, cubes made of box board with small wooden beads inside, cigar boxes and brie cheese boxes. Here is some of the pieces that have been milk painted, sanded or wiped, then waxed and buffed. The brie boxes also have burned in designs to catch the paint.

Brie boxes
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Assessing the work
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Most of the time in the three days workshop was working on our own. Good for some of us who do not want too much interference when we get on a roll but not so good for those who wanted to learn more than putting milk paint and wax on wood – or how to make work like the instructors. For me it was about the tools. The sand blaster made work more textured and defined differences between summer and winter grain in the wood which was very good for texturing and gave me a great idea for doing wood block prints. The burning tool was so much quicker and better to use than my run of the mill one in the studio – of course much more expensive, but I know I will get this new one soon.

The milk paint was problematic as my brie boxes even though burned and textured with gesso below the paint, still looked like something Martha Stewart would serve her brie in. The colors of milk paint simply look too designer or worse make your work look like Dan Essigs books. But with a bit more sloppy approach in application and the magic of Kiwi shoe wax, they begin to have possibilities.

Once the cigar box was sand blasted I knew I could turn most of my pieces (especially those Martha brie boxes) into a game box. The gessoed cubes once painted and waxed were fun to hold and shake. The brie boxes would be one for each of the two players with spinner arrows mounted inside their lids. The box itself will hold yet to be designed labyrinth maps on a search for inner peace. Ten cards were made of heavy paper stock colored, of course, with matching  milk paints. These will also have designs and play an integral part in the game. There is also a wooden egg that spins on a metal rod to determine some fate to a player. And one of the most fun pieces in the box is one of those little flexible body forms for drawing. I think one of the goals in the game will be to position him into tai chi movements that balance. Of course the best part of the whole game will be that in the search for inner peace there will be all this tension of winning and gaining ground on an opponent.

It is going to be so much fun completing this game and then finding someone to play it with! Here are some of the parts fitted into the box with my certificate of ‘staying until the end of class without being asked to go somewhere else’.  Or at least that is what I call these bits of paper.

dding to the game box
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On a serious note about the weekend I would like to mention that I take this place very seriously. Arrowmont is where I met some of the most impressive artists over the years. It was here that I was sent to get college credits for my undergraduate degree and here where I came to do research in their library. Just looking at this sculpture outside the library and this fountain in the gallery makes the visitor aware that this place values craft, art and those who come here to share their knowledge and inspire others who come after.

Iconic Arrowmont
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gallery fountain close up
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Resource center
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On the panel discussion with all the instructors being guided through questions, I was very much disappointed. The focus seemed to be how to make a living at your craft, how to schedule your time and how much of the tedious paper work to turn over to someone hired to manage that for you. There was not any discussion about what drives the work other than marketing. It was too bad too, because Jo Stealey’s work is very much content driven.

Content was much more in discussion when I started going to Arrowmont in the early 90s. Now it is less about the art making and more about the craft, technique making – and of course making a living with your medium of choice. I was personally pining for the days of John Risseuew, Lillian Elliot, Pat Hickman and so many others who asked the question “Why?” “Why are you doing this?” “What are your intentions?” And as I recall, no one answered, “Because I can make a living doing this.” All we wanted and some of us still do is to bring an idea we are passionate about into a visual form and share it with others.

Thanks for staying with me if you got this far. I needed to get this down somewhere and here is just the place.