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About thirty years ago when I was a member of a weaving guild I took a weekend workshop in weaving our identity. Being a literal thinker I warped my small portable loom to make a self portrait using the tubular weaving technique that allows for the figure to be stuffed while still on the loom if desired. I saw myself as medium length grey hair, always choosing to wear pants over dresses, and a bit of a hippy. I still have blue eyes, still think earrings are like underwear and saw myself as a happy person. Since I was also firmly involved in basket making, I stuffed some of those materials coming out of my head. And when I did that I knew she was not complete as a self portrait at that time if she was not housed in a basket – of course! So here I am – in and out of my perceived place of belonging in the late eighties.

She hangs in the guest room near another weaver’s interpretation in figure form of how I looked selling my wares at a Renaissance Fair. Both the figure I wove of me and the basket she sits in were done on the same loom with the same warp threads – just a simple matter of spreading them out further to accommodate the corn husks, raffia, reed, heavy yarns and of course beads.

It was fun to do. I did not have to think about anything but fitting materials to techniques and techniques to materials. It was simply a portrait in fibers – nothing more. It was meant to be a singular piece, not part of a series and definitely not for sale. If there was ever an intention of having this piece say “art”, it would be impossible. There is way too much immediate evidence of materials and techniques. And that makes it “craft”. In this case not even that good of craft. Others in the classroom had much better command of their abilities to weave finely shaped forms with appropriate materials. And still even their self portraits were not “art”. They were not an idea fixed in form. An idea that gives the viewer pause to look at what might be being said in the work. All our pieces simply called out to the viewer that we all made doll-like figures on looms with yarn. Nothing more to think about except perhaps how well we each accomplished that goal.

When I moved to North Carolina and went back to college to get my Bachelor of Fine Arts and then on to graduate school, I was introduced to “the art world”. No one cared about “how” I made something but “why”. Then if my intentions were clear and not buried under materials and techniques that spoke more about good (or poor) craftsmanship than about whatever my issue at the time was. And those issues had wide ranges at the time – from the war in Bosnia to the fading of a patriarchal system adrift in feminist theory.

I had a lot to say – a lot to talk about. And in an area where craft is livelihood it was hard to find those passionate about their ideas and doing whatever it took to get those ideas across in a visual form to  share in publications and exhibitions.

And I am not talking about someone who is trying to make the most beautiful basket or exquisitely crafted jewelry, clothing, furniture, pottery, etc. Those are all made with the intention of being decorative art, functional art/craft but not an idea fixed in a form and presented as simply as that – a visual thought that the viewer looks at and says, “Here is something that the artist intended me to be a part of – to experience – to feel.”

Art is not “better” than craft. It is simply different.

If you are in a craft guild, then the talk will invariably all be about “how” and then “how much?” “How did you make it, how much time did it take and how much does it cost?”

Art in a way is so much simpler. It is only about “What are you saying here?” And “Why?” Craftsmanship is only there in service to the idea, not to become the dominate feature.

The above image is one of several “specimens” from the installation exhibition titled Expedition to Elsewhere: the Evidence. There is no way the viewer is looking at craftsmanship here. It is purely “What and Why”.

Finding my people to talk to about art took time and the formation of an art group. We have met continually for more than fifteen years. Some have left due to being more about the how and others because of lack of passion for their own work or interest in the rest of ours. But now we are a hard core group who meet once a month to talk about what matters to us to make. The only “hows” are how we feel about those efforts.

Here is a list of questions for those interested in starting an art group of their own.

QUESTIONS WHICH HELP TO ESTABLISH THE OBJECTIVES OF AN ARTISTS’ ORGANIZATION:

By Sandy Webster

1. What do you want from these meetings?

2. How often should we meet?

3. Where do we meet?

4. Will everyone bring work each time?

5. Will there be a progression in the work?

6. Can there be a clear statement (written) by each participant on where they want their work to go and how they plan to see it through?

*Note:

We just had our last meeting of the year on Sunday. We meet at 2pm and take turns talking about our work in my studio until dinner time when we stop, eat together and everyone leaves. There is always wine and appetizers. There is always art to be discussed. We are a close group and have total trust that what we are feeling and doing matters – to all of us. It takes time and it is so very worth it.

 

I am going to Asheville, NC tomorrow and stay overnight with a friend. We try to get all the interesting things seen and done in just twenty-four hours. This is a photo I took in The Tobacco Barn on one of my trips there. There is always an effort to make things look interesting, make you want to come back and look again.

I can always find interesting things that fill empty spaces in my work.

Some of what the Tobacco Barn offers simply will not fit anywhere in the house. Like this bronze boar.

Or this ostrich keeping company with a chicken.

Or this stag and bunnies combination.

Or…..

The Biltmore Estate is an attraction in Asheville. I have been there a few times. I even dressed for the occasion of viewing the Clothes of Downton Abbey.

Just being in Asheville and you fall under the influence.

I do like the design of this particular fountain. The way the water is cascading in the stone work and the fierceness of that fish slithering down from the perfectly formed shell. It’s very nice.

Whatever I bring home from Asheville this weekend will be small and/or useful. I need to find some tool that will make rivets, and I need a second inexpensive steaming pot to use in a workshop in St. Louis week after next. Maybe some new tongs. Steaks from Trader Joes are on the list.  I suppose what I really need is to just go there and come home with as little as possible. My house is full enough as it is with the things I couldn’t leave behind.

I am just going to have a really good time with a very good friend and catch up over a single malt scotch. Perfect. Maybe I will take some pictures of more things I loved and left.

Next week I am taking a smorgasbord of printmaking techniques for five days. It is going to be a very good next two weeks between Asheville, printmaking and St. Louis.

 

 

 

 

I am working on the game box that I started at Arrowmont the weekend before last. The cubes are to be rolled by each player. Also each player has a round box with a spinning wooden arrow in the lid and a fold out game board. There is the spinning device that looks like an egg that gives a consequence. There is the little man who must be arranged into yoga positions on his platform and there are ten cards of different positions. Below is the first mock up for the game board itself. I am going to love coloring it in and decorating the cards.

The box is now painted and waxed with the dividers glued in place. It is so much fun making these things fit and giving them a special place to housed. It is going to be a game of Finding Inner Peace. Numbers need to be added to the cubes…..some place off-center would be good. And of course I need to make the little things that will be moved along the path.

Below are some other boxes with fitted bits and pieces that I have done.

The Gardener’s Box now in the Arrowmont Permanent Collection. I even saw this last week when I was there. It was in a glass case near the painting studio.

The Small Edition Box made for BookWorks a few years ago and below the box that all these pieces fit into. That was really fun putting together.

And one of the boxes inspired by a postcard from an art museum. It was an image of a Chinese Puzzle Box. I needed to see if I could do it and then made two. This Chinese themed one and another Japanese one.

On another note, this past week after meeting a young woman at Arrowmont and hearing she is in need of books for her art department, I am now seeing some empty spaces in my studio shelves. She has received at least one third of what I had in basketry, book and paper arts and whatever other book I was more than willing to give away.

It is time to put things where they are needed and stop thinking that place is here.  More on that later. More on a lot of things later.