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Today I’ll feature quilts, textiles and needlework from the American Made: Treasures from the American Folk Art Museum (in New York), an exhibit at Crystal Bridges.
Note the individual motifs (some missing) and the obvious deterioration of some fabrics.
I would guess there was embroidery that has fallen away.
The ubiquitous Do Not Touch warning. I once had a visitor ask if she could touch a piece of art. She took me rather by surprise and I gave her a resounding, “NO.” Sorry–but better me than one of the docents and you’re barred for life (KIDDING).
Note the dimensional shirt and sleeves.
“If you cannot be a pippin don’t turn crabapple.”
My mother lived in Danvers as a child but she wasn’t THAT old.
The fabric is rather unusual, being glazed worsted wools (calimanco), professionally manufactured. The black had a leathery look. We wondered what it would have been like to needle through.
There was some motif embroidery (spider web), but most embroidery was between states. The date was embroidered in Roman numerals between Oregon and Washington. Note the elongated hexagon piecing.
I could not find out but this is reminiscent of kit quilts by Mountain Mist that were popular around this period.
Crystal Bridges often has interactive areas during their exhibits. My friend Sharon and I played with the magnetic quilt pieces and also added to the tapestries on looms. While she was working on one, I added bright wool to the other. I need to get back and see the progress. We also stenciled with colored pencils on a box which we were able to bring home. I still haven’t finished mine.
I have signed up for the mini-workshop the end of August on Automatons (kinetic objects, as in whirligigs). Watch for my post in early September. Summer is just zipping on by! In the meantime, we may actually get some rain. Rain in parts of Fayetteville yesterday caused flooding up to the car windows leaving most of the rest of us parched! Freaky.
Here are whirligigs, weathervanes and signs from the American Made: Treasures from the American Folk Art Museum in New York. I have always been fascinated by whirligigs–I’ll have to see if I missed the workshop at Crystal Bridges for making one.
It was all I could do to not touch this to make it spin. Maybe I could sneak in one of those personal fans. Heehee.
It’s hard to see, but the horse and shoe motifs and the letters “ER” inside the horseshoe indicate that the blacksmith is a horse shoer.
My friend and I found this rather disturbing even though it was thought that this sign would have represented a shop selling wool. Something about hanging it from a meat hook…
Next time, I’ll feature quilts and textiles.
We are experiencing a little cooler weather (a very humid 78) which is a relief after the triple digits heat index of the last week or so. Some of our relatives in Minnesota were without power from Thursday till Sunday following straight-line winds of over 100 mph. Sounds like a hurricane. That means there will be a lot of clean up with trees and power lines downed. At least everyone is safe, albeit having to throw out food and clean refrigerators! Till next time…
This is a series of male self-portraits presented at Crystal Bridges. The photographs are rather dark–I was experimenting with a manual setting to compensate for the museum lighting.
We’ll start with this sculpture–I think it would be interesting to just sit near this to watch people’s reactions, it is so detailed and lifelike. Evan Penny, aluminum, silicone, pigment, hair, fabric.
This next is based on black and white photos by Sam Samore.
It strikes me that not only are these men not smiling nor do they seem to be enjoying life or their art, but some of them look truly miserable. What comes first, the art or the angst?
Speaking of self-portraits, my art quilt group has a new challenge: Self-Portrait. We don’t have too many rules for this one and the initial idea came from the late quilt artist, Yvonne Porcella. Have you done a self-portrait? Do you have a favorite self-portrait? Send me a link if you do and search for Yvonne Porcella’s Self-Portrait class for some colorful examples.
Just when you thought Halloween was over and it was safe, I finally get around to my somewhat spooky Jamie Wyeth paintings. This has been my screen saver for over a month now and is one of my favorites. The Headlands of Monhegan Island, Maine, 2007.
It’s hard to see, but there are people in the upper right hand corner throwing their Halloween pumpkins into the sea, a yearly island tradition.
Then we have Meteor Shower (1993) and Raven (1980).
Here is Pumpkin Shadow (1977), Pumpkinhead: Self-Portrait (1972), my self-portrait and close-up of my pumpkinhead costume. I stuffed the pumpkinhead with blank newsprint and it stands well on its own. Everyone loved my costume but I could not wear it for very long because it was really hot. Next year I think I’ll just sew a mask or use makeup.
and Inferno, 2006, more seagulls, a recurring theme.
Here is my daughter as Persephone and Gene Simmons also dropped by.
Here is Louise Bourgeois’ 30-foot tall sculpture, Maman (1999), a close-up of the egg sack and the window decal, all at Crystal Bridges.
So it’s off to the races for the day, with mundane things on the menu like laundry, paperwork, packing up Halloween till next year, and maybe I’ll finally get my quilt labels printed out and write out step-by-step instructions with photos. Enjoy the fall weather if you have it.
Here are some early drawings by Jamie Wyeth plus a small portrait by his father, Andrew Wyeth. What a talent at age 5 (and at 17 and on).
D’Artagnan with his head thrown back by Jamie,age 5.
I had to take some of these at weird angles because there was too much glare from museum lights. Jimmy Lynch came in to pose looking like a bad boy. He received his draft notice the next day. The pose of Lincoln Kirstein is interesting–he was observing a ballet from the wings.
And, of course, Andy Warhol’s portrait of Jamie Wyeth.
Smile, you could be on Candid Camera.
Here are some photos from the Jamie Wyeth exhibit at Crystal Bridges.
Next time, we’ll go “Down to the sea.” As for Cornflakes, that was the main cold cereal in our house growing up. But here is what my mom did with the cereal box–glued on paper and made holes for me to practice my embroidery stitches. I think I was five.
Got milk? (Actually I really cannot stand cornflakes unless I add copious amounts of sugar.) Next time, “Drawings and portraits.” Want to see my etchings?
My daughter and I went to Crystal Bridges a couple weeks ago and ate lunch at Eleven (the restaurant). We sat at Table 11—I loved the salt and pepper shakers.
The restaurant is participating in Sutter Home’s Build a Better Burger contest. http://www.sutterhome.com/build-a-better-burger-recipe-contest/rules#
The idea is to photograph your meal and post it to Instagram. We’re not on Instagram so I’ll just share it here.
We also viewed the new exhibit, American Encounters: The Small Treasures of Still Life; here are two interesting still life paintings. The first represents a practice during the Civil War of children giving apples to passing soldiers. Fruit Pieces, Apples on Tin Cups, 1864, William Sidney Mount.
The other is a depiction of currency during the economic downturn at the time—even then, the government frowned on any realistic representation of currency. The central bill is for 10 cents. Just imagine if we used currency instead of coin for a dime.
There’s a room off from the exhibit with items allowing you to compose your own still life and draw or photograph it. There is also an electronic display that allows you to make a still life. Here is mine, titled Flying Objects.
Lastly, we viewed the new acquisition, Flag, Jasper Johns, 1983, encaustic on silk flag on canvas (11-5/8 in x 17-1/2 in).
Stay tuned for one more post–then I think I’ll take a few days off and get caught up around the house. Have a great week.
As promised, here are photographs of some of the art from the latest collection at the 21c Hotel in Bentonville.
Cutup (British) 2007. Reordered bus shelter advertising poster in light box by a collaborative group of European activists-artists. Anti-Social Behavior Orders (started in 1998) were issued to juveniles for such infractions as begging, abandoning cars, noise pollution, littering and fare evasion.
Sea of Galilee (2008), Rina Castelnuovo (Israeli), color photograph. Israeli men on the Israeli-Palestine border praying for rain and possibly, eternal peace. Unintended selfie.
Strude #1, #16 and #17 (2008-09). Trine Sondergaard (Danish). Chromogenic prints on Dibond. Girls in traditional costumes. Headcoverings allude to both indigenous rituals and global debates about religious garb.
All Souls (Bielawa) 2006. Jane Hammond (American). Gouache, acrylic, organza, mica, metal leaf, handmade paper, digital prints.
La Vatrina Cloud Collection (Venice) 2012. Leandro Erlich (Argentinian). Wood, glass, acrylic. The second photograph shows a side view.
Malverk af malverki (2007-08). Hubert Noi Johannesson (Icelandic). oil on canvas. (Painting of a painting)
So there is today’s mini-tour of the 21c Hotel/Museum in Bentonville, Arkansas. If you live in Louisville, Kentucky, or Cincinnati, Ohio, you can visit your own local 21c. The art is always interesting. Till next week, enjoy life.
The State of the Art exhibit at Crystal Bridges is coming to a close so my daughter and I went for one final look. The part of the exhibit on the south end will close after Monday, but we will still be able to view the rest of the exhibit for perhaps a couple more weeks. I’ll upload more photos with my next post, but here is Alexx coming out of the Reflecting Room (by Dan Steinhilber).
This room–the walls, the ceiling, the benches, and the floor–is covered in silver mylar (think helium balloons). There is a fan which keeps the walls suspended–until it shuts down. Then the walls start creeping down gradually. If you wanted the full effect, you would enter when the ceiling lights were on and the room would go dark as the walls inched down. Somehow the timing has gotten off and the lights stayed on until the fan started again and then the lights were off for a little while.
There is a strange figure sitting atop a garbage can in the room–not sure why–and today there was a hole in the mylar on the floor–there are many patches on the floor because this room has seen a lot of feet (and perhaps a few stilettos).
After dropping dear daughter off, I went down to the dam on Lake Bella Vista, sitting on the rocks with my cushion, waiting for the blue heron. After weeks of cold, it was nearly 60 today. I figured I was a little early (or a little late)–I often see one or both herons at 12:30 or 3:30, but you really never know when they will show up. I quietly snapped pictures; I sat stock still; I even tried singing them in (yes, I have a heron song). After two hours, I stood up to get some circulation in my derriere and sure enough, the blue heron popped by but not in front of me as I had hoped. S(he) was quite a ways off and while trying to focus in, (s)he flew off. Then the fisherman who had been in the same spot earlier came down across from me, so I figured it was time to go home. I’ll try again next week after the holiday. Have a great weekend.