19 April 2010

another banner image...
last week was spent creating and printing images for an art show.

the show was rained out on sunday, but other than a little rain, it was a beautiful week-end.

this is one of the images i printed on vellum, for my banners, which are pictured below...

17 April 2010

11 April 2010

40th anniversary of the launch of Apollo 13 - memorialized with this one statement, "Houston, we've had a problem".

"The third lunar attempt, Apollo 13, April 11-17, 1970, 5 days, 22.9 hours, was aborted after the service module oxygen tank ruptured. The Apollo 13 crew members were James A. Lovell, Jr., John L. Swigert, Jr., and Fred W. Haise, Jr. The mission was classified as a "successful failure" because the crew was rescued."

Via infoplease.

Today is also Holocaust Remembrance Day, with more information here.

Yes, officially on break.

10 April 2010

tiny tattoos, and a tiny break.

i have a project that will require beaucoup hours next week, so i'm signing off 'til monday, the 19th.

enjoy the week-end.

09 April 2010

Over a month ago, I created envelopes for wildflower seed packets, to be handed out as favors at a wedding.

You may recognize the abstract design, which is mine - I re-sized it to print as an 8.5 X 11 page with pre-perforated squares. Each square was a little bit different, because the abstract print covered the entire page. I found the pages at Michael's.

I punched two holes, cut 14 inch lengths of the Martha Stewart ribbon (also at Michael's), and threaded it as shown.
Using double-faced tape, I adhered the ribbon threaded square to the front of the envelope...
threaded the "tail" through the two holes I punched in the envelope flap, as shown (this is the back of the envelope), and brought the other end to the center of the envelope back. This stayed in place with a tiny piece of the double-faced tape.

(I made a trip to Joann's Fabrics for the vellum envelopes, which measured 4 3/8" X 5 3/4", because I preferred the top-loading envelope).
This shows the back, and because the envelope was translucent, I cut pieces of white paper a little bit smaller than the envelope dimensions, and inserted them as a liner.

The seed packets were inserted so that they were hidden from the front by the liner, but visible from the back.

I purchased the seeds online, at clyderobin.com, and was pleased with the quick service.
I assembled fifty, and the most time consuming task was inserting the paper liners!

50 vellum envelopes
50 pieces of ribbon, cut in 14-15 inch lengths
50 seed packets
50 paper liners
50 punched squares from custom printed sheets of pre-perforated squares (think there were 24 squares per sheet)

paper punch, double faced tape, scissors

08 April 2010

The final Vault sale.

"Starting later today, we're having a final vault sale. For 48 hours, we'll have the vault open and give people one last chance to buy past prints."

This piece was featured last year, on Wall Blank, along with the story behind the image. The company has made a decision to empty their vaults, and if you have a blank wall, there are hundreds of images available. Click here, to view their site, and their wonderful array of affordable photos and illustrations.

Below is a reprint of the story, originally posted in June 2009.



EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY

In the classic fable, the hound excuses his loss to the hare by announcing: I was chasing my dinner, but he was running for his life. In greyhound racing, the hare is mechanical, and electronically controlled, but it is still a powerful motivator.

I printed this image on my mother's birthday card...her birthday was near the end of March. Sadly, but not unexpectedly, she did not live to see the first of April. I didn't take the photo with the intention of using it for her card, but chose it after I started thinking about how much faith she had put in "luck", and how we are all in a desperate quest to avoid the inevitable. She wasn't interested in "running" anymore, and when I took these photos at the eventually demolished greyhound park, there was only one hare still firmly attached. I knew they had been taken as souvenirs, but I decided to take it as a sign that she wouldn't give up, or at least not 'til I managed to get there. She did wait, and when I returned to the race park after her death, only the dogs' shapes were left, and they were on their last legs.

She moved to Florida before air conditioning was a given, and wore a white shirtwaist to work, with white seamed nylons, sensible nurse's oxfords and a starched nurse's cap, with the cap's design and shape identifying her school affiliation. In what must've been a suffocating and humid environment, everyone was still expected to look crisp and professional.

Polio was a significant threat, without apparent cause, and it seemed only bad luck could be blamed. To a young nurse in fifties Florida, luck seemed to be all that separated the successful from those who struggled...whether with bills, or for breath, in one of those monstrous iron lungs.

I once heard luck described as the great social equalizer, and when she was hired as a private duty nurse by a wealthy family whose unlucky son had been stricken with polio, she understood both her fortune, and her responsibility. When the power went out, the helpless patients panicked, and all personnel were summoned to manually operate the primitive ventilators. It was Florida, land of hurricanes, so this was a common occurrence.

On her days off, and they were days because she liked working nights, she would scrounge through pockets and cushions for cigarette money, and sometimes head for the dog tracks. When I was young, her Florida sounded glamorous, with cocktail dresses and matching pumps, Schiaparelli pink lipstick, and trips to exotic Cuba, pre-Castro.

The old track is now history, and my mother lives on in my bones....the new track has virtual betting, a smoking ban, and efficient toilets. Waste water will eventually take care of the unnatural landscape. The classic track reeked of stale tobacco and mildew, and parking was more important than grass. Desperation also has a certain odor, and it will soon creep into the new establishment.

I drove my mother to the old greyhound park a few years ago (it's just three miles from my home)...I was exhausted, struggling with a houseful of visitors and a mouthful of sutures. My son offered to go to a race with her but neither calls nor websites yielded reliable race times. The place was open, but seemed lifeless and dreary, and the attendant still couldn't confirm a race schedule. My mother hesitated, made a face, and then shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. I knew she was disappointed, but I think it was more than disappointment. I think it was recognition of time's advancement, made visible.

07 April 2010

this seemed to be the perfect spot to contemplate life, and eternity, until the mosquitoes found me.

06 April 2010

I've been honored with a blogger award, and the instructions include paying it forward. I was also asked to reveal something about myself.

I've decided to post links to blogs or sites I've not mentioned or featured in the past, and I would like to thank the wonderful translator and tamale maker, Clementina, for nominating me.

When I was in high school, we sold hot tamales instead of donuts, and this guy, Steve Terrell, wrote about them in our school newspaper. He's now the go-to guy for New Mexican political news, but his real love is music.

I am near-sighted (extreme myopia), and until I discovered this online blog, I stumbled around my house with spectacles from the '70's. They were unattractive, as heavy as Coke bottle bottoms, and nearly useless. Through Ira, I discovered several online shops that offered well made, inexpensive glasses, and now I have a pair to grab in case of tornado touchdowns or power outages.

Yes, I am a textile junkie, and even though I tried to limit my addiction expenditures to $100 per year, it added up - not so much in money spent, but in time lost to lustful thoughts and daydreams. Years ago, I donated my stash to a university textile department, and turned my back on the temptation of silk. These days, weekly visits to Fibercopia (so many discoveries), Vintage Textiles (page after page of museum quality garments), and Takashi Iwasaki (imaginative, abstract embroideries) inspire me, and help me avoid the craving and gorging of my past.

I've also discovered the world of fiber art, or art quilts, and Mirjam Pet-Jacob is one of my favorites. Check out her links and galleries.

Bibi Grey Cat, and Bibliodyssey - hours and years of hours spent scanning and posting images for the anonymous reader. The first, a French blog, featured the printed awards handed out for well-done schoolwork (I still have a few from my two years in French schools). Bibliodyssey, with links to several museum collections, was finally convinced to compile his images into book form.

Enjoy.
always seeking the light...

05 April 2010

grandmothers - larger than life when viewed through the screen-doors of childhood...

"when the legend becomes truth, print the legend"... she was a legend.

03 April 2010

I'm making these for Easter dinner (dessert) tomorrow, and a post-funeral luncheon on Monday (a friend's mother). Enjoy, and I will return on Monday.


CHOCOLATE, PECAN and COCONUT BAR COOKIES

CRUST:

1/4 lb butter (I use salted, but unsalted is okay - just add a pinch of salt)
2 tablespoons powdered sugar
1 cup flour

LINE 8X8 (or 9X9) GLASS PAN WITH WAXED PAPER, AND PRE-HEAT OVEN TO 350.

BUTTER SHOULD BE SOFT - BEAT SUGAR AND BUTTER, AND ADD FLOUR. MIX 'TIL IT FORMS DOUGH (HUMID DAYS WILL CHANGE THE DOUGH TEXTURE). PRESS INTO WAXED PAPER LINED DISH (use an extra piece of waxed paper to press the dough into the pan).

BAKE FOR 15 MINUTES (it will not appear browned, but it is fully cooked).

WHILE CRUST IS BAKING, PREPARE FILLING AS DESCRIBED BELOW.

2 eggs
1.25 cups light brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla
BEAT TOGETHER ABOVE INGREDIENTS FOR THE FILLING and

ADD

1 tsp baking powder
2 tablespoons of flour (blend dry ingredients before beating into egg mixture)

ADD

1 cup chopped pecans
1.5 cups of shredded coconut (Mounds or Angel Flake)

SPRINKLE 1.5 cups OF SEMI-SWEET CHOCOLATE CHIPS OVER THE BAKED CRUST, AND POUR FILLING OVER THE CHIP LAYER.

PLACE IN THE OVEN AGAIN FOR 30-35 MINUTES AT 350 degrees. IT'S DONE WHEN THE TOP IS BROWNED, AND THE CENTER FEELS FIRM - NO OTHER WAY TO DESCRIBE IT, BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO OVERBAKE.

you can substitute white chocolate chips and macadamia nuts for the semi-sweet chips and pecans.

"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.