Friday 31 August 2012

Philosophy Friday - Control Freak or......


 Some things are out of your control. – No matter what happens, no matter the outcome, you’re going to be just fine. Let the things you can’t control, happen. Allow the universe to bless you in surprising and joyful ways. What if, instead of pushing so hard to make life happen, you decided to let go a little and allow life to happen to you? What if, instead of trying to always be in control, you sometimes surrendered control to something bigger than yourself? What if, instead of working so hard to figure out every last answer, you allowed yourself to be guided to the solution in perfect timing?  What if........

                                                                  

Friday 24 August 2012

Philosophy Friday - The Intoxication of Words


" Every day, we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture and if possible, speak a few sensible words"

                                    ........  Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe      
                                               
                                                          
Last night the DA and I had the pleasure of hearing many sensible and glorious words from the golden tongue of one of the most eloquent men on this planet - none other than Christopher Plummer himself. We took in his delightful play " A Word or Two", currently enjoying a limited run at the Stratford Shakespearian Festival in Stratford, Ontario.

The play, written by Mr. Plummer, is autobiographical in nature and explains his lifelong obsession with words beginning with his early years in Montreal and fond memories of his beloved Mother and family times.  He spoke affectionately of the family after dinner reading sessions, where he learned to love Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland,  Kenneth Grahame's Wind in the Willows and J.M.Barrie's Peter Pan. He continues on a sentimental journey through his teens, touching on his loves and his early years in the theatre,  right up to the present day.  At 82 years of age, his voice remains powerful, his self deprecating humour intact and his virility and physical authority on the stage still captivating his audience and keeping them spellbound after all these years.
                                                                 
Regaling stories of his colourful life,  beautifully presented in the form of poetry and prose that has moved him, he slips with ease from English into French and then suddenly his strong resonant voice slurs into a lovely Southern drawl.
His stories touch on sitting in a bar as a young man listening to a rather inebriated Richard Burton and Dylan Thomas ( a man he describes as having a voice like a " Beethoven symphony".) debating the merits of literature and life.  Times spent with Archibald MacLeish, the multi-talented artist best known for his poetry and Steven Leacock, whom Mr. Plummer refers to as a " comforting, crinkly old don ".

With a receptive, audience who " got it", in that they recognized, had read and understood many of the passages Mr. Plummer quoted,  you could see his sheer delight in their response. Mr. Plummer has a fear that great language is in danger of extinction but I believe that after an evening with this gentleman, most of us came away with a renewed joy of the magic of language, eager to open a book and re-acquaint ourselves with old friends or to introduce our youth of today to the exciting world of literature and the power of words.

Textile related? Definitely! In the past year, I have been working on a project involving words and lyrics. Last night's peformance jogged my memory, giving me cause to once again turn to some authors and poets I had overlooked and it opened my mind to some new interpretations.  Thank you Mr. Plummer - you magnificent wordsmith!






The stage setting for " A Word orTwo" with the amazing stack of  books reaching for the sky.
 Set design by
 Robert Brill.                                                   

Friday 17 August 2012

Philosophy Friday - Music for the Heart & Soul




" Music is a therapy.  It is a communication far more powerful than words, far more immediate, far more efficient"
                        - Yehudi Menuhin

    
                                                       

                           
                              
                                               
It was my Mother's dream for me to become a music teacher.  As a ballet dancer, music was very important to her and it seems she thought that profession was a noble one and would give me a quality of life and a reliable income. However, as much as I enjoyed music and studied with the Sisters of St. Joseph where I learned to be disciplined ( attaining my performer's certification)  and to understand all the intricacies of higher theory, it was not my intent to pursue a musical career.  I wanted to chase MY dreams of photography and the textile arts. Without going into a great deal of extraneous detail, as I became of age, I put music on the back burner. I still was in love with rock, soul and jazz but overall, I felt saturated with the medium;  defiant to a point where I deliberately cut myself adrift from it. I sold my piano,  immersed myself in the photographic arts, studying to be a photographic artist and retoucher, while still maintaining my ties to the fashion world and textiles.
                                                                                                                       
 Then I took up with a man who absolutely adored music.  He could not be in the house, garage, garden or a vehicle without music being played constantly and LOUD.  Our musical tastes clashed and I thought I would go mad. Sound wars ensued - with him revving up Van Morrison ( whom I had an aversion to then- now not so)  to pain levels and I would retreat to my workshop and crank up James Brown Live at the Apollo ( whom he disliked intensely).  Bob Dylan, however, was common and hallowed ground (-:    Thirty three years hence, our tastes have melded somewhat ( although I still cannot stand those " little gurly" groups with the high pitched shrill voices) and we now share  CD's and excitedly discuss new musical discoveries.

In the last year, music has become more important to me and I have sought solace in it many times.  It has become almost a source of healing for me.  I see once again the joy in my Mother's eyes, when she hears her favourite passages from Coppelia, Swan Lake and Giselle - it brings a peaceful serenity to her face that I no longer see daily.  It lifts her heart, stirs her soul and for a brief time, she is that tiny graceful dancer pirouetting in her mind's eye once again. 

For myself, currently fighting a debilitating health issue, music provides me with great comfort and pleasure. Maybe it's because I have been given the gift of time to truly appreciate and savour some of the finer things in life once again. With my new mindset, I find it has become a habit to have music playing aloud in the studio, something I found distracting in the past.  The recent gift of a superb pair of headphones allows me to rock to tunes, stitching and reading long into the night without disturbing the slumber of others in the house.
                                             
This summer I have taken a sabbatical from committed projects and outside diversions, while I delight in researching new work, reading literature and listening to a variety of music.  I find I am recharging, gaining strength and creatively, my head is in a much better place for studio work in September.  All those piano lessons were not " in vain" as my poor Mum has decried but in fact, that concrete foundation has enriched my renewed love of music and the bountiful pleasures I am deriving from it.


Thursday 16 August 2012

The Amazing Work of Joy Munshower


 I have, for some time, been seeking the perfect octopus lampwork bead to nestle into a highly stitched and embellished undersea cranny for the Sea panel of the on-going tryptich.
 I have my favourite lampwork artists, whose sites I continually pour over and much to my delight, Joy Munshower has begun creating sea creatures.  I have purchased some beautiful pieces from Joy in the past ( pictures below) so I know full well the quality and detail of her exquisite work.  With a solid background in tile, stone and sculpture, Joy has an uncanny gift for understanding the human and animal form. I could sense as she began creating more and more intricate sea creatures that an octopus would appear and to my delight, several put in an appearance.  A large purple fellow, who is in fact a " dread" bead spoke to me in volumes and after winging his way from California, is now safely ensconced in the  " Tickle Trunk" awaiting his fate .
The bead is a deep eggplant purple on a streaky teal blue watery base and is 1 3/4" high, x 2" long and 1" wide with a 1/2" mandrel size. Large indeed, but the perfect size to add dimension to an already textural stitched base.

I am in awe of Joy's work.  Her attention to detail and her vast knowledge of colour and form, in my opinion, are second to none.  To create such realistic pieces using a torch and molten glass is truly a gift.  Not only is Joy an incredible artist, she is one of the most ethical and generous people I have had the pleasure of working with.  I look forward to seeing her further lampwork developments and know I will definitely be adding more of her work to my collections.

Many of us have been immersed in the Summer Olympics this past couple of weeks and have seen some very sculpted athletic bodies.  Joy has created the beads below based on her impression of these types of athletic forms.


" Mars - Male Deity" - glass, red flint

Joy loved this piece so much she was going to keep it for herself
but I convinced her otherwise (-:



"Moss Agate Goddess" - glass, moss agate ( black, brown w.green)
An athletic goddess, curvy but buff.  Joy said she envisioned
Serena Williams when sculpting this bead.











"Copper Cutie" - glass, copper green
Strong but fit and a little softer with more feminine curves in the right places.  Joy has used a dark metallic pewter lustre which nicely accentuates the hollows.




I am also in possession of the most intricate "Kryptonite Phallus" bead Joy has sculpted.  You can only imagine it's perfection after seeing her work pictured above. It is a delightful creation that simply enchants!  

                          

Saturday 11 August 2012

Alliance for American Quilts and My Spirit House


                                                              
                      Ghostly figure in the window from " The Spirit Lives Within "
                                                          
The Alliance for American Quilts, formed in 1993 has now undertaken a new name " The Quilt Alliance" which embraces a broader global outreach . The Alliance continues to grow and prosper, covering change and drawing on their vision for the future.
Their recent fund raiser and competition " Home is Where the Quilt is" was a resounding success this year and the entries were phenomenal.  Click on this link to see all of the entries and the fabulous winning pieces:

http://www.allianceforamericanquilts.org/projects/galleries/Home%20Is%20Where%20the%20Quilt%20Is/gallery/

Currently the home quilts are travelling around the USA at various galleries and quilt shows and then will be offered at auction on e-Bay from November 12 - December 10th 2012. 

I am proud to be a member of the Alliance, a most worthwhile organization and I'm even happier to contribute to their fund raiser this year.  To see my home quilt,  " The Spirit Lives Within" and hear my live artist statement, click here:

http://www.allianceforamericanquilts.org/projects/galleries/Home%20Is%20Where%20the%20Quilt%20Is/1-6-24F/The%20Spirit%20Lives%20Within

I would like to thank Vanessa Stevenson Marshall for
allowing me to re-create her wonderful Victorian girl, Mathilda.
I purchased the ghost face cab, created in polymer clay by Vanessa some time ago and when I dreamt up the spirit house, Mathilda was perfect for the girl in the window. However, due to size restrictions dictated by the Alliance, I was unable to use
the original cab.  Vanessa generously allowed me to photograph
the original, manipulate it in photoshop and print it out on
organza.  Thanks my friend for your spirit of generosity and
co-operation.




Mixed Emotions - The Olympic Pennant Finale


                                                         

Those who follow me will know that the Olympic pennant started out it's journey in February of this year and I documented the story of it and the history behind it here:

 http://stitchingwithattitude.blogspot.ca/2012/02/remembering-your-roots-olympic-pennant.html

What I didn't reveal at the time was the saga of getting it to England and into the hands of the Cultural Olympiad group looking after the pennants and quilts. Due to unforeseen circumstances I was pressed to make the deadline for the pennant's arrival in England.  Consequently no time was available to add a pocket on the pennant to put in a note for the athlete who would eventually receive it.  It was instead carefuly packaged to the hilt, rushed to the post office, where I decided to bite the bullet and ship it by extraordinary means to get it to England in FOUR days. It was an expensive risk but surprisingly, Canada Post came through for me, at least initially and the pennant landed in England within the aforementioned time frame.  However, once it got there, I could see by the tracking numbers that it had not yet been delivered to the recipient.  I assumed ( and I was right) that it was held up in customs. E-mails between myself and the recipient ensued and we knew that if it was in customs, time was not of the essence, even though they could see it was " Rush Priority".  Two weeks later it still had not been delivered but the tracking was suddenly showing it was "on hold" at a London borough post office.  Five days later it was still listed as " on hold" and after considerable efforts, I could not reach a postal contact Brit-side.  I finally was able to communicate with a rep from the Quilts for London office and she said she would investigate.  Yes, they said at the Brit post office, they had sent them a letter about it and it should be there " tomorrow".  Long story short - it seems that there have been changes in the financial amount allowed for a gift going into the country ( of which Canada Post was not aware) and that combined with the dreadful drop in exchange rates worldwide, my pennant was now being held hostage for VAT etc. in the amount of 35.96 POUNDS ( for "charges and clearance fees". )
Quilts for London was flabbergasted, as was I.  However, within 24 hours, I received an e mail from them which read in part, " Pennant has arrived - it's fantastic, absolutely brilliant. Below is the link  to our customs and excise duties for your post office. Please do not worry about sending us anything, you have already spent a lot on getting it to us. "  I had of course offered to pay for the release but I must say Quilts for London was most gracious and generous in the manner in which they handled everything. A special thanks to Irene.

After it's initiation to London, and a 4 month whirlwind tour around the city and surround, I have just learned of it's final destination.  I am delighted to learn that my pennant has been gifted to Euan Burton, a Scottish judoka and flagship fighter for the British Judo team.  My sweet little Mum who is now very frail and elderly was over the moon to think a British athlete was now in possession of the pennant.

                                                 
Of course, I wanted to know more about this young man to share with her and searched the internet for information on him and the Great Britain judo team.  I was happy to learn how highly thought of he was by his coaches, fellow team mates and rival athletes. I discovered he had strong family ties to his parents and brother and also had the most beautiful lady friend in Gemma Gibbons, a fellow judoka who also was a member of the GB Olympic team. It was comforting to know that the pennant I created out of so much love for my family was now in the hands of the most decent of men and one who revered his own family.  I watched and waited with anticipation for the Opening of the Olympics and saw Euan and his Gemma march into the stadium with their team mates.  I sought out the time and dates that Euan would be on the mats. He was considered a medal contender and there was a great deal of pressure on him to perform.  In judo, as in any Olympic sport I would guess, it only takes a nano second for the wind to change.  Much to my horror, Euan was taken down by of all people, a young Canadian athlete, 22 yr. old Antoine Valois-Fortier, who went on to win the bronze medal for Canada. Of course, I was pleased for our Canadian athlete, but I felt heartsick for Euan, who at 33, was reaching the pinnacle of his career and had put up such a valiant effort for his team.  I knew his heart must be breaking but he was most gracious in defeat and I admired his absolute class and good sportsmanship. After a day or so to collect himself, Euan was front and centre to support his lovely girfriend and fellow team mate Gemma as she went on to win the silver medal in her division.    
                                                       Gemma with silver       - photo cr. euan burton

Much like her bloke, she's a girl made of the right stuff - classy in the way she handled her win and gutsy as hell, having broken her thumb in her first match and yet still soldiering on to win the next four matches and landing the silver.  Congratulations Gemma - you rock!    Euan, ever the gentleman, exuberant and thrilled for his girl, " tweeted" his pride and obvious love for his Gem to the world.

I hope, with time, Euan will look at my pennant and when he sees those maple leaves, they will not stir sad or negative memories but will remind him of the amazing experience he had of proudly representing his country and sharing the joys and emotions with the lady he cherishes and his loving family. You sir are a man among men and I salute you !  With your attitude, skill sets and strong character, you have an amazing future ahead of you.  The best of luck to you and yours.

                                             

Friday 10 August 2012

Philosophy Friday - Class - Some people just have it !

              

              
         " Sports do not build character...they reveal it. "                               
                                                    - John Wooden


                         

                                  .....and if ever there was a young man with character
it is Euan Burton of the British Oympic Judo Team.......


Please check out  my next post to learn more about this classy Scottish judoka.