Happy New Year! May it be better than the last two

 

I finished weaving my 2021 tapestry diary yesterday and cut it from the loom in late afternoon. It was a labor of love and I'm grateful that I was able to continue weaving on it following the surgery in August and many days of recovery once I got home.

I decided to show some of those missed days of weaving by adding alternating squares of gray and white across the width of the tapestry. In early September I wove the 18 days I'd missed. Those began when I was taken to the emergency room on August 12, and continued with the week's stay at the hospital, followed by days of recovery at home before I was able to weave again for several minutes at a time.

If you notice, there are only eleven sections woven as a monthly entries... that's because I didn't feel like designing and weaving a leaf in August. And the leaf for September was sort of small; recovery was a bit slow.

But in the last couple of months of 2021 I've felt mostly fine. I felt a sense of accomplishment with the ending of the weaving yesterday. I have my new warp for on the loom and have started by weaving one square for the first day of the first month of the new year! Now to select a theme for the monthly parts of the diary and get the January one underway in a few days.

Here's to a healthy and happy and better 2022 for one and all!

An end to a year and a tapestry

 

 

I'm amazed that 2021 is nearly done. It's been quite a year, hasn't it? COVID-19 didn't fade away as hoped but there has been hope found with the vaccinations and boosters. Daily life didn't return to pre-2020 "normal" but new normal paths have been found. 

When I look back at 2021 I'm glad to know that my second book, Tapestry Design Basics and Beyond: Planning and Weaving with Confidence, was released this summer. And it's already into a second printing! I've written a few articles and have another book project that I've started. And, in spite of having about two months of forced down time with surgery and recovery, I've been able to weave two larger tapestries this year as well as a few smaller ones. I sometimes think I haven't gotten much done in 2021 but I have to remind myself that I did accomplish these things (and a few more) and I'm glad to have been able to do so.

My 2021 tapestry diary will be ending in a few days and I'll be tying on the warp to begin with 2022 on January 1, the 14th year of my ongoing daily practice. I'd like to be around long enough to weave at least twenty of these things! Then I'll hope for a few more.

This was at the end of November before I added the leaf for December.

Here are a few photos of the just-completed tapestry. I finished weaving the large one just a few days ago. The smaller one was on the same warp but I ended the weaving for that a month or so back. Both were cut off at the same time.

This was taken on December 15--I still had several inches to fill in on the design part and then the hem remaining to weave.

I cut it off the loom last Sunday, December 19.

And, here it is--hanging up just after the cut off, loose ends and all.

Here's the smaller tapestry that I wove beside the larger one.

I'm calling the large tapestry "Revelation" right now; the title might change later but if you've ever spotted the tiny flowers of kudzu you'll probably relate to the thought. Those beautiful flowers are usually hard see amongst the thousands of leaves of the vine. They begin to bloom in late summer and are out for maybe a month or so. Maybe next time you're walking by a mound of kudzu in late July or August you'll have a revelation of your own.

A Visual Art Scholarship Campaign at the University of North Georgia

As this fall semester winds down at the University of North Georgia, scholarship fundraising campaigns are up and running. Scholarships are important for students because they can be life-changing. When family or personal circumstances make funding a college education challenging a scholarship can really make a difference. I know this from personal experience because I was a scholarship recipient and receiving it gave the financial boost needed to make my college career possible.

The scholarship I was given was for a student who would become a future teacher in a public school in Georgia and I enrolled at North Georgia College as an elementary education major. That degree wasn't what I really wanted to pursue but the scholarship dictated that direction. As it turned out, a requirement for the elementary education major was an art education class taught by the man who became a major influence and mentor for me, Bob Owens.  Although there wasn't a degree program in art at NGC at the time, in addition to the art ed class Bob taught a few courses in ceramics, painting and art appreciation.  One day I confided in him about my desire to be an art major but that I needed to keep the scholarship by remaining in the education program. It was then that Bob gave me advice to transfer to the University of Georgia where I could major in art education. Art could be an option for an education major?? I did not have a clue about that before! Right away I made an application to UGA and was accepted for the following fall. 

Between 1969 and 1971 I'd graduated with a bachelors degree in art education, begun teaching high school art, and started working on a masters in art education. In the meantime, Bob Owens had been working on developing a degree program for visual art and music at NGC and in 1971, the Department of Fine Arts at NGC was approved and initiated. More about the beginnings of the department is found at this link.

I began working at North Georgia College in the fall of 1972 and spent the next twenty-eight years as a faculty member in visual art. After retiring from full time teaching in 2000, I continued to be the instructor for weaving classes until 2009. I'm grateful for the years I spent at North Georgia, both as a student for a couple of years and later as a faculty member in visual art. 

 

In recognition of fifty years of visual arts at UNG and in the hopes that other students can be financially assisted as I once was,  a scholarship has been established in my name. Fundraising is currently going on to fully endow it so that a student or students will receive it annually. Here's a link to the fundraising page. If you choose to make a donation, thank you so much! Your contribution will be part of making a difference in many future students' lives and careers.

 

 

 

 

Weave Every Damn Day (Until you can't)

 

It's been months now since I've written a post. Not because I didn't want to but because I wasn't up to it. Just like I haven't been able to weave every damn day. Sometimes things happen that are unexpected. They come out of the blue and change plans in an instant. One of those things happened to me on August 12, 2021.

But let me back up a few days before the 12th. In early August I was able to spend a few days at the Lillian Smith Center and also deliver a tapestry to the Folk Art Center in Asheville for the Southern Highland Craft Guild members' exhibit, Black and White 4. I worked on a small weaving while I was at the center but didn't complete it while I was there. I returned home on August 11. The next day--the 12th, I was scheduled to make an online presentation.

The presentation was sponsored by the American Tapestry Alliance and the San Jose Museum of Quilts and Textiles, in conjunction with the ATB13 exhibit that was hanging there at the time. The presentation had been announced weeks in advance and many folks had signed up for it. The moderator and I, along with the folks from the museum, had a preliminary zoom meeting to work out details a few days before.

But when I woke up the morning of the 12th I didn't feel right. Was I just nervous about the upcoming presentation in a few hours? I knew that shouldn't be the case because I had my PowerPoint ready to go and I knew what I'd be talking about. I started out with my normal morning routine: coffee while writing morning pages, followed by a mile or so walk through town. But I couldn't get the pain I was having in my gut to ease. In fact, it was getting worse and by 11:30 that morning I knew something was definitely wrong--did I have appendicitis? That's when I asked my husband to take me to the emergency department here in town.

After an examination and CT scan it was determined I had an obstructed bowel and I'd need to be transferred by ambulance to a larger hospital for possible surgery. From the emergency dept. cubicle I asked my husband to call the moderator for the ATA talk and let her know what was going on and she was able to pass the word on the museum organizers. They were able to announced via social media that the presentation was being cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. And I was taken by ambulance to the larger hospital in Gainesville, Georgia.

This hospital is one of the many that are currently almost overwhelmed with COVID cases. Even though I needed surgery it was an over 12 hour wait in two different emergency room areas at North East Georgia Medial Center before a bed was available for me. I don't remember much about those hours because of the pain from my gut and also the discomfort and nausea from the nasogastric tube that had been inserted before I left Dahlonega.

After several attempted interventions to clear the obstruction it was determined I needed surgery and that was done on August 15. The three days before surgery were absolutely miserable--I was vomiting frequently and in lots of pain. Finally, the surgeon first attempted to correct the problem using a laparoscopic procedure but that didn't prove to be possible. So open surgery was done with the incision being made along the same line as the incision from surgery in 2018. In fact, the earlier abdominal surgery was probably the cause of this bowel obstruction since areas of small intestine were involved with scar tissue and causing the blockage.

After surgery, I spent several more days at the hospital but was able to come home on August 19. Obviously, my "weave every damn day" directive for myself (and others) had to be ignored for awhile. Even though I was home and my tapestry diary loom was sitting in my studio I couldn't work on it at first... just didn't feel like it. But a few days later I began to slowly weave on it a little each day; I decided to mark the event in some way and wove gray and white squares across the width of the tapestry and following the shape of the previously woven areas. The leaf for the month of August was not woven... just day parts.

I've gotten back into the rhythm of the tapestry diary now and have selected and woven the leaf for September--a leaf from a cherry tree at my studio, one that showed some of the coming fall color. It was a small leaf and that was a good thing since my energy is still pretty low for weaving.

 

I have done a couple of small tapestries during the past month. One was completion of a small piece I'd started at the LES Center. The other one is for a writing project I have underway. At least now I'm once more weaving every damn day!

 

Earlier in the summer I was interviewed by Sarah Resnick with Gist Yarns for the Weave podcast. That went live a week or so ago. It was a pleasure to talk with Sarah and I'm glad the interview came out now--it made me feel much better to hear it and know that I once sounded somewhat coherent!

I was able to fulfill my obligation of a talk for the Damascus Fiber Arts School just last week. 

 

And I have another zoom presentation coming up next week with a weaving guild in Cape Town, South Africa, another change of date because of the hospital event. 

The missed talk for ATA has been rescheduled for November 4. I'm so glad to be able to once again feel a bit like my "old" self! I still have some healing to do and more energy and resilience to build. But I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Thank God.

Now... back to weaving every damn day.