Tuesday, May 23, 2017
If you love hand stitching you'd be really pleased with this work at Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft.
Imagine a very long wall with a very long meandering outline drawing (probably a phototransfer from an original ink drawing) of assorted fruits and vegetables, maybe two feet tall at its edges.
Apparently Bengoa began this work a dozen years ago, exhibiting it first in Australia, and has been adding to it ever since, hence the "(so far)" in the title. The stitching is so perfect it's almost mechanical, but you can see and admire the artist's hand.
I'll let you drool over a bunch of detail shots. Notice how carefully the colors shade in hue and value, one row of stitches at a time.
Monday, May 22, 2017
OK, got the crabby stuff out of the way, now I can talk about the work in the Thread Lines exhibit that I liked. And guess what, it was almost all all hand stitching.
Here's an unassuming but solid and joyous work, simply little shapes of felt hand-stitched to felt backgrounds.
Just two colors, simple shapes, the simplest possible stitching, but it all goes together into complex and sophisticated compositions that make you smile. The background layer is thick, a tad more than 1/4 inch, so it hangs solidly, and it's held to the wall with T-pins.
Interestingly, many of the older works are framed under glass (which I think is not a good way to display textiles; it may protect them from viewers' touch but it also places a barrier to viewers' view) but the newer pieces are frequently hung with simple pins or nails.
Here's a piece hand stitched onto black organdy, an imaginary or remembered map.
More good stuff in tomorrow's post. The show continues at Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft in Louisville through August 6.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
We moved into our house in 1986 and had to buy boatloads of stuff to fix up and furnish the place. On one of our numerous trips to the mall, my teenage son and I were walking through J.C. Penney's and saw that microwaves were on sale. Although this was not on my shopping list, or in my budget, Matt insisted that we buy one -- a relatively new appliance that we had not previously owned. I think we paid $89 for it.
It's still there.
Maybe I shouldn't say going "strong," because it seems to have lost some of its oomph as it aged. In other people's kitchens, you zap a cup of tea for one minute and it's nice and hot; in my kitchen it takes two minutes and 20 seconds. But what's a minute or two among friends? The microwave soldiers on, never faltering. It's the easiest of all our appliances to reset the clock after a power failure. We've never even had to replace the light bulb.
I know one day the microwave will die, as will we all. I don't relish the thought of replacing it; I don't want to have to choose among lots of fancy features that I probably won't use. I don't want to have to learn new formulas for which buttons to push for a cup of tea. I don't want a turntable or a convection feature or a sensor that allegedly tells me when things are done. I don't want it built in. I just want a microwave exactly like the one I have. My friend for lo these many years.
Friday, May 19, 2017
According to the statement on the wall, the Thread Lines show at Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft "brings together those pioneers who -- challenging entrenched modernist hierarchies -- first unraveled the distinction between textile and art with a new wave of contemporary practitioners who have inherited and expanded upon their groundbreaking gestures." I'm not sure what that means, although two points for using "unraveled." I didn't detect anything that specifically expanded upon the work of the pioneers, and in fact the specific approaches of the pioneers -- weaving and patchwork -- were barely used by the younger artists in the show.
I had to quarrel with the curatorial decision that included not one, not two but three artists whose work consisted of pattern charts -- two for sweaters, one for weaving (but you could probably knit a sweater from it if you wanted to).
This artist's gimmick is to find a photo of somebody wearing a sweater at a famous demonstration from the past -- this one was against nuclear weapons -- and chart the pattern, then paint it in gouache.
If these two sweater-chart artists are twins, then here's their big sister. This artist drew charts of weaving patterns, photographed the charts and printed them out, then digitized the pattern and had an embroidery machine stitch over the printout.
Next week: some work in the show that I liked!
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
A new exhibit at Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft shows the work of 15 artists in and about fiber and textile processes. It includes some very big names in the fiber art world (Sheila Hicks, Lenore Tawney) and in the plain-old-art world (Louise Bourgeois) as well as many artists I had not heard of. Organized by The Drawing Center museum in New York City, and now on the road, the show will be at KMAC through August 6.
I can't say I was overly impressed. It had the slightly gee-whiz vibe that so often sounds when people from the plain-old-art world contemplate works made from fiber or with fiber techniques. How strange but also nice that people make art from cloth using needles! And if you squint your eyes a bit you can even think of it as Real Art!
I know I'm being snarky, but as both practitioner and aficionada of art from fiber, I found little to get excited about.
Sheila Hicks, one of the patron saints of fiber art, was represented by four "minims," the name she gave to thousands of tiny weavings, five or six inches wide, done on a portable loom that she took with her as she traveled. She used these little works as a sketchbook to record ideas and materials.
What can you say about these fragments? Perhaps that sketchbooks, doodles and studies aren't always museum-worthy. If these pieces had been woven by Kathy Klutz in a workshop at John C. Campbell Folk School you know for sure they wouldn't be hanging in this show.
Similarly, there are four Louise Bourgeois pieces made from old napkins, towels and striped fabric. Two are clever riffs on her signature spider motif, cutting the striped fabric into wedges and assembling them into spiderwebs. The curator's notes point out that Bourgeois made these pieces in her old age, raiding her lifelong stash of old textiles.
You don't expect artists in their 90s to have the perfect technical skills of their youth (as a girl, Bourgeois did textile restoration in her family business, so you know she could really sew), but you do expect them to make up for a shaky hand or failing sight with a mature artistic vision. Think Matisse's paper cutouts or Monet's waterlilies. Maybe I'm being too critical but this patchwork doesn't say anything to me.
In that time, weaving was the pinnacle of fiber art (quilts or knitting sure didn't get a foot in the door) and doing interesting things with your weaving was so avant.
You can't help but admire how it broke ground in its day, but now it looks dated and ordinary. The point of this show, according to the wall sign, is to honor the "groundbreaking gestures" of the fiber art pioneers, they didn't do a very good job of choosing work that has aged well.
Well, enough crabbiness for one day. I'll show you work by the younger generation in my next post.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
My mother loved big jewelry, and liked feeling the weight of a substantive hunk of stuff. Once I made her a necklace from stitched cords and beads, and she complained because it was too light; she couldn't feel it around her neck. So I took it back and added another strand containing some big coins with holes in them. I would have gone crazy wearing it, but Mom loved it in the heavyweight model.
After she died, my sister and I divvied up the jewelry, but I don't wear it frequently just because of the weight; Mom's big earrings fall off my ears (none of us pierced our ears) and her big necklaces make my neck hurt before the evening is over. (I took back the stitched one, cut off the strand with the big coins, and happily wear it in the lightweight version.)
I'll be wearing it today to celebrate Mother's Day. Somehow I don't think it will feel at all out of place, even cooking in the kitchen or holding the baby. Thanks Mom, for this bracelet and for everything else. Wish you were here.