So, here I am, waiting to hear from the curating panel of an art project I applied to a few weeks ago. Ruminating. I organised my past work, found rubber stamps sheets I had forgotten about, borrowed (stole) ink-pads from my five-year-old's stash and started stamping away.
Folding is about the paper. Where it comes from. What it can say. Paper is where I keep my eye, hands and focus. I fold, fold, sew, solder and fold some more. Like a good little folding bee.
Thank you for sending your colourful paper catalogue. It was very thoughtful of you. I particularly liked page 28, with its bright colours. It made a splendid postmodern paper flower. This seemingly simple shape gave me a brilliant idea. Sooo brilliant. (not) With pages 30 to 38, I made a Samba Crown for my dear … Continue reading Dear Ikea,
Made Here Minnesota's jury is accepting proposals until August 14th, at midnight. I submitted yesterday. A whole week early! That is so not like me. I've always "perfected" everything I've done to the point of being almost late. Had I worked on my submission till the last minute, I would have been exhausted. But I've … Continue reading Feels like Christmas
“Curating jury”. That sounds grand and scary. Not to my five-year-old son, who, of course, has answers to all their questions.
A few days ago, I was talking drill-bits and pliers with my husband. Who knew I'd be digging around for embroidery needles today.