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Xmas 2014 on the road

A week from today and it is Christmas. I finished wrapping gifts. Cards were sent out two weeks ago. Now I am remembering other Christmases with friends and family I will miss this year and wait for company to come and fill the spaces left behind.

A neighbor hangs these balls along the road each year. It is a lovely bit of unexpected cheer and we love it when one gets overlooked when they take them down and is left to remind us of the holidays all year long.

Our dinner for Christmas is all settled, ham, roasted sweet potato wedges, buttermilk biscuits, amazing kale salad, more vegetables followed by a presumably delicious dessert. Appetizers and festive drinks before we settle into full plates and even fuller conversations. It is a good grouping of family and friends old and new. I like mixing them up around the table so we aren’t sitting near someone we eat with daily.

There will be twelve of us which is smaller than usual so the menu is less complicated than before. I don’t think we eat as much food as we used to and that is a good thing.

What I also like is that we begin at four in the afternoon and easily finish by eight o’clock. We have caught up with each other and cleaned up by then. The only thing left is to put my feet up with a very chilled Stones Ginger Wine, talk about how well it all went and start thinking about what to do next year.

After Christmas I will post pictures of some of the gifts I made but for now they are to be a surprise.

Happy Holidays.

Travel Boxes

The Travelers Box lo res
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This past week I have been making very special boxes for gifts as well as finishing the last of my two travel boxes for other countries.  The one pictured above is not of my own travels but of an imaginary wanderer.

This is a box that opens in the middle on one side only. It sold several years ago out of an exhibition. The top left window holds this writing I did that inspired the work.

“Once he returned from his travels there was so much to sort through. Where to put it all – especially the memories. Which ones would they replace. What and who did he have to let go – what forgotten and what not.”

I think I was fascinated with the idea of whether there was a maximum of space to hold memories and did we make somewhat conscious choices to let some go just to hang onto others. How did we say goodbye and close the door on some and open it to others.

Anyway here is the inside of the Traveler’s Box. It is filled with the things placed in his pockets along the way and his journal full of already fading memories.

The Travelers Box open lo res
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The Travelers Journal open lo res
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This is one of those ideas that as an artist is just so rich, so full of potential for expression. It seems to recur over and over in my work.

I am glad that someone bought The Traveler’s Box. It makes an artist pleased that it mattered enough to someone to do that. But I would like go through his journal again and hope that somewhere in my files I have images of everyday he was recording, remembering and then forgetting all that he saw. I’ll have to look.

So back to this week. Since 2010 the mementos of France and Italy have been waiting for their boxes to be made. And here they are.

France.

Travel Box France
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Travel Box France inside
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Some of the shopping bags are folded in the bottom. A book of tied together pages of itinerary, tickets, wrappings and small papers is placed on top. Then a tray made that holds a small translation dictionary, lavender soaps and tea bags, buttons from a potter in Rustrel, a notebook from Sennelier and a baguette bag. The inside lid has another bags paper covering the insert.

All of my sketches from France and Italy are in a separate leather journal I made for the trip so no drawings are in these boxes.

Italy.

Travel Box Italy
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Travel Box Italy inside
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Italy is a much smaller box covered with the shopping bag a book binder used to hold purchases. Another journal of tied pages for tickets, etc. Wine corks and a small bundle of cards the book binder made still in their leather wrapping. In the inside lid is a pocket to hold prints purchased from street vendors and postcards.

These two boxes joined the other five on a shelf of contained memories of places not here.

Travel Boxes on shelf
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Below are pictures of those other boxes that hold Australia, Bali, China, Japan and New Zealand.

Australia is my first and fairly large box of mementos. I like the sketches hidden inside.

australia box sketches lo res
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Bali. I added the lotus from my water garden at home. There were so many of these everywhere in the gardens of Alam Jiwa near Ubud.

bali box open lo res
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China.

china box open
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china box sketchbook lo res
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Japan.

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japan box displayed lo res
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New Zealand.

new zealand inside lo res
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It occurred to me that I have been to an eighth country – Canada – and only did sketches while there. Such a close neighbor; I never really saw it as a foreign place. Maybe some other time.

Next year back to Australia and maybe someplace new.

 

Interesting Story of “Gone Away”

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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.

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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

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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.