I scheduled an early morning annual eye examination for yesterday since it was the Monthly JSG get together and I could kill two city birds (sorry Melly) at once. Afterwards the plan was to walk uptown and then west to the Met and kill a few hours there, pick up a cup of coffee and something to chew on at Hot & Crusty on Lexington Avenue and slip past the doorman when his back was turned. But, I had a trying-to-fool-myself secret plan that the back of my brain knew about but the front was sort of ignoring. When I left the ophthalmologist’s office I turned left instead of the proper right, and then left again at the corner, heading up Third Avenue.
ears listened attentively to the 1 minute lesson and all the brain parts came together in a big Whoomp!
I was told to select a fiber from the basket next to me and to use it for five minutes. Of course, you all knew I would pick this color. It was a very thin fiber and I was a bit iffy about it.
As soon as I added this next whitish one my heart rate upped a bit. I was permitted to choose from a selection of fibers in about a zillion hues and textures and blends. This must be part of the zen of Loop of the Loom.
By now I “knew” how to interlock two fibers (by “knew” I mean I was taught, did it, promptly forgot how I was doing it, tangled the shuttle in the warp, had to be untangled, needed to be re-taught interlocking, tangled again and finally was able to change the interlocking color all by myself – ta da). I learned how to leave holes on purpose. Best of all was the addition of odd pieces of wool roving, short odd bits of left-over fibers and letting threads dangle off the selvage and in the body of the fabric – just my cup of tea. Everything was permitted.
At the end of the two hours My Woven Fabric (zowie) was cut off of the loom and I was shown how to tie off the warp threads.
(Aside: Today I had to take a quick trip to the store and I took it along for the ride so I could admire it in daylight.)
Shirley showed and explained the samples she made at Quilt Fest-; and then we got down to the agenda. Watercolor painting on Yupo. Ohhhhhh. We started with crayola crayon drawings which would serve as a barrier. I was using a mixture of watercolor and proper gouache, with no rhyme or reason because I didn’t have a clue.
I went on a wild ride with the first attempt. No color control at all. Just running all over the place.
Hmm. My excuse: Blurry Eyes.
After Picasso – one of his small portraits at the Met. You knew that, right?