we returned to san diego a week ago; feeling a certain kind of displacement i began sifting through my treasure chest of stratagems and wondering at the complexty of that word: home.
our trip east was full. the fiber crafts studio is an amazing place, and wandering the campus was akin to strolling through memory; heavy air, crossing streams, the grassy weed with tiny ball-like pink blossoms were all familiar, almost forgotten hallmarks of my childhood which punctuated my days in chestnut ridge. i will share snapshots soon.
the children started in their new school yesterday(i was relieved to find them beaming at pick-up), so after 82 days of summer break(41 of those on the road and 10 days of study, but who's counting?) i find myself able to return to my studio.
perks from the indiegogo campaign were 79% fulfilled before we left (it is nearly impossible to find wool for upcycling in southern california and definitively impossible to sew while maneuvering a vehicle), so now between working aftercare and a new crafts class(yay!) at w.s.s.d. i am busy getting the last of the skeletons out to those who supported my crowd-sourcing campaign.
two pieces i worked on at rest stops and finished up since returning:
i have threaded these with wire as opposed to string; though i love marionettes for their function, after seeing two of my wired pieces on a friend's bathroom shelf in woodstock i am loving the practicality of less complicated mounting and shipping.
what say you?