September First Friday

Last night was First Friday. I didn’t have much work up this month because I spent a lot of time on a commissioned fiber piece last week and, before that, re-stitching and stretching a canvas for another exhibit.

Since the commissioned work-in-progress was hanging on the corkboards in my studio, it got a lot of attention. People were very curious about all the fabrics and the possible history behind them. The best way to describe this piece, which is so unlike most of my work, would probably be: part Mondrian abstract and part Gee’s Bend string quilt. Out of respect for the client, I won’t show an image of the work at this point in construction.

Below is a pic of another stitched drawing. This map-like drawing is a detail of the new back of this aerial, Los Angeles Aerial #3: Psychogeography of the Crazy Quilt. Because the aerial was so heavy (layers and layers of canvas, fabrics, threads and yarns) I wasn’t really happy with the rod pocket for hanging, so I attached it to yet another piece of canvas and stretched it onto a canvas frame.

Daily Drawings and Water Witches

Here are a few new drawings from last week:
Water Witch Running through Green
pencil, machine stitching and fabric paint on paper

Water Witch Floating
pencil, machine stitching and fabric paint on paper

Water Witch Mirage
pencil, machine stitching and vintage fabric on paper

I’ve been working with this Water Witch motif for a few years now… since these L.A. Mirages from 2003. So long that they’ve taken on a bit of a persona and go about performing actions as any other character might.

Part of the initial reason for the birth of the water witch in my work was because Los Angeles was so dry and I was always craving and wanting to divine water and rain. So, the divining rod, also called the “water witch” seemed the likely trope for such urges.

The other reasons for the motif and my preference for the name “water witch” over "divining rod" were political. There is the more obvious governmental politics behind Los Angeles moving and stealing water from other locations, but I was more interested in acts of divining in terms of gender and art politics.

While I was working on the very clean photographic L.A. Mirages and similar video work (where my hands never got dirty), I began to step-up the other part of my materially-based practice of painting, drawing and fiber (what I’d moved away from in graduate school).

In moving back to materials and studio, I felt like (because I’d been trained to have this response) that I was doing something “witchy” and outside the mainstream of contemporary art practice. In other words, I was doing things that had become feminized within the field of art. I had turned myself into something of an “art witch” as I heretically toyed with ideas and materials and styles that were considered outside acceptable practice for someone of my background and training.

Despite the heaviness of all that… these are fun and playful little pieces for me.

Walking and Remembering

I just uploaded some work from 2004 to the gallery. Here’s the first in the series:


Memory Walk #1, 2004
10” x 12” drawing stitched with hand-dyed cotton yarn on raw canvas

Every evening for years my partner, Frank, and I would take the same walk around the Los Feliz neighborhood in Los Angeles. The walk took about an hour or hour and a half, depending on whether we added an extra loop. We would begin at the edge of the neighborhood where Silverlake and Los Feliz meet at the Rowena reservoir and head straight up the steep end of St. George to the nunnery at the top of the hill, arc back down to Rowena and into Los Feliz where we would wind around until we made our way back to the point where we started.

Most walks included wildlife spotting, usually skunks, but also coyotes and raccoons and the occasional owl. The ritual was playful and heady, a time for us to process our day and figure out problems we might be having with our respective projects.

I miss the walks. I miss the neighborhood. I miss the ritual and the meaning and structuring it gave both of us. But for everything there is an exchange; and now we have bike rides in the morning (as we live right off a shady greenway). And the bike rides have their own delight and meaningfulness and wildlife: blue herons, geese with their goslings and turtles. Still, I miss the walks.

So in thinking on these things, I pulled out these stitched drawings and have been sewing them together to form one large piece.

Here’s the last piece in the initial series and part of the statement posted in the gallery:

Memory Walk #9, 2004

Xs mark the beginning and ending point, which never quite match up because I’m re-walking the route in my mind as I stitch. Each memory is different with stretches of road being a bit longer or shorter and with every twist and turn being at a slightly different angle.

Sometimes the actual walks included an extra loop depending on the evening and my and my walking partner’s energy level. So some memories have the loop and some don’t.

In doing this mapping project, I was drawing a connection between sequential activities (walking, stitching, remembering, narrating) and was bringing a time-based element and the body back into the 2-D map, which is usually static. I was also marking evidence of how repetition or re-telling of a story, even in stitches, engrains a pattern and molds the map to a more ideal (or nostalgic) likeness to the "original" territory.