Sunday, April 19, 2015

walking another

this is my north country.
there is still some snow around.
you can see lake ontario on the left, 
and the st. lawrence river emptying out the all great lakes 
on the right is lake champlain
where the white is are the adirondacks
there's a ridge of sorts from below the st lawrence 
running sw to ne. those are my foothills.
 i walked gwen last night.
she doesn't behave like wendy did, 
she is enamored of birds 
as she should be.
i've gotten some treats in the mail lately
 this envelope was filled with goodies, 
but i particularly loved this graphic
enhanced by aimee
the sample of aimee's fused paper to fabric made me chuckle.
 and this packet from beautiful silks arrived.
 lest i get the big head
the macbook won't in any way allow me to upsideright this
but you can read my title there
sideways and roped in with marion-made strings.
(i can add that marion is wonderful, too.)
my very own 
favorite 
goofy 
thingie
with reflection
 until gwen and i returned home
as the sunset.
 last weekend i met in person
the wonderful and witty lee thompson
and forgot to provide a link.
also, i forgot to link todd and sharon pattison.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

afternoon walk,
my first long walk since returning.
i found what remains
of a whitetail, this one who was tossed
into a stream
by the person who jacked it,
hacked off the haunch and tossed the carcass.
i will celebrate this deer person.
my first encounter with the ladies
who have overwintered rather well
 leaning some
 they remain until the farmers take them home 
  
maine seaweeds and blueberries 
some half dozen prints completed after my trip
using up the gifts my students brought
i was a little nervous about 18 students at once
worried i couldn't connect with them all
though i learned few names, 
i did thoroughly enjoy them all,
heard stories, 
saw their work.
and farren's gift
the tea bag book 
 makes me happy!
so.
the robins and woodcock are calling 
and all those many other birds
peepers are singing
frogs of every size
a wee tick crawled up my pantleg yesterday.
it is spring, and quite dry.
 but the hard winter is over.
i think i will have my snow tires removed
until november.

Monday, April 13, 2015

full blast

or as full as it gets for me...
 so before i left for portland and the big atlantic
 i tried several ways to make my envelope for the new book
even knowing it wouldn't be ready 
for the book arts bazaar
it felt right to keep that work going
 i pulled out some of my map fold samples
from learning with pam spitzmeuller
 and came up with something that might work
(the finished one won't be red)
 this book never got sewn
 before i left.
there were several of these not yet done things.
fortunately there were 
many things that did get done!
long winters are good for some things...
but leave i did 
on friday,
and made my way to portland,
to visit with hannah
before setting up for a whirlwind, huge workshop
full of absolutely delightful folks.
book arts people are awesome.
 portland has a 'bit' of that
maine wit about it...
i did also encounter two irate and downright annoying women
one in a vintage vw microbus with a license plate that proclaimed 
something like "strider" or "hiker" or "walker"
and bumper stickers that said things like 
"practice random acts of kindness"
and at the tool booth when the driver stopped and backed up 
almost into me
i beeped politely,
and got an irate holler, a fist raised and shaken.
anyway, it was just odd,
as was the table browser at the bazaar
who proceeded to tell me what i should do with my work. 
too much "you should"

~but~
 the bazaar was well attended and full of good work
lots of student work
and beautiful papers like katie macgregor's
 i obtained and was given or traded some loot!
 one of my 18 students, farrin, made me a gift
a tea book
a way to remember her,
and my wonderful students,
and full of tea. 
easily replaceable for traveling.
 todd and sharon brought me some leftovers
from their letterpress stash
for printing. 
 i found a dodo or two
 rebecca goodale, 
a professor at university of southern maine
(and book arts bazaar organizer)
makes wonderful work,
playful and connected to place.
much of it is about endangered species
(and the occasional extinct one...)
 she is an artist saying "WAKE UP"
quietly and with beauty in her bookworks.
 a lovely little book of photos
called finale
 a map fold book about 
slugs
 jill osgood's work also pleases me
 todd pattison and i did a little trade
 i have a nice tiny leather bound book
and he insisted that the paperbound one join it
 the paper is harvested from
the original papermaker-- 
a paper wasp nest
abandoned at the end of the season.
these two are precious and beautifully made.
when i was unloading the car
a huge surprise pulled up behind me in a pickup
carol blinn and perry smith.
so of course i finagled 
(with permission)
our tables so we could be neighbors.
it was such a gift to see them.
i met so many folks, 
including the amazing lee thompson
(who came for my class)
and saw many many friends.........
i can't remember all that i was going to write about, but i do know this:
all of this would have been
nigh onto impossible
without my amazing daughter
hannah's help.
portland, rebecca, book arts folks, hannah, my amazing students all
a HUGE thank you.
what a great weekend!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

marks in landscape

 hidden texts 
 colors emerging
 two geese 
 searching
 and marks morph and change
 a maker's mark on 
an enamel pan
 a maker's mark
on the fenceline
 copper marks.
 and then there was 
new snow
and temperatures falling 30 degrees
 iced grapevines marking place
barbed marks, 
in today's sunshine.
i made some soup.
it's good.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

robin song

this morning i opened the window
to listen to the first long robin song.
 robin was in front of my house
singing his heart out.
and my heart was healed.
spring is here.
 there have been a few more small prints this week
and about 15 half sheet prints (big ones)
for the book project.
 i put some plant papers with the prints
to see if they can dance together
or at least converse,
not argue.
 on my walk
the sky and that weird structure
my neighbor built (he of the unfinished projects)
 the deer are everywhere,
moving, eating, 
even on the river here, 
though it moved away before i could press the shutter
 this one was napping just by the fence
near the roadside!
i did stop to check on it
 it was in fine fettle
winter is still holding on,
but it is springing out there. 
big prints