Where have I been? Here in Salt Lake City, mainly. How have I been?
As my father would have said "as busy as an ant on a hot rock". Yes, scurrying and getting things done.
When I wrote here last I was headed to the Art Ball at the Springville Museum of Art. It is a formal affair that takes place every year shortly after the annual Spring Salon opens there. I drove down that Saturday evening and mingled with the folks at the Ball and a while after I got there my friend, Lee Benion, also arrived. Lee is a painter (that's sort of like saying Isaac Stern is a violinist) and a dear friend. [She also makes Mom's Stuff a salve that smells of pinyon pine and works wonders. www.momsstuffsalve.com] There was a light buffet and then the awards ceremony. Lee got a cash prize; I got to stand up and be recognized. Still, out of about 1000 entries, 224 were accepted and mine was the only fiber piece. There were a handful of photos, fewer sculptures and just one fiber piece.
I had a student here in my studio which meant finishing something on the loom and dressing it for her use and tidying up after myself. I had been keeping my head down and working hard and tidying was needed.
In between I have been cutting the lawn, weeding, nurturing my vegetable garden, doing laundry, volunteering at the nursing facility, exercising and spending one whole weekend volunteering at a festival in the heart of downtown.
Right now I am waiting to hear whether I have the go ahead on a project reproducing the grille cloth for some radios built in 1930. I have done the analysis of the teeny, tiny black and gold fabrics so I am ready.
I have wound a warp using a fine hemp yarn, the first I have ever purchased. It is 16/2 so is pretty fine and a light tan color. It's nice stuff and I put on enough for six or seven large towels woven in a two block twill. Here is how they look on the loom:
The raspberries are starting to ripen. I had enough for a generous serving over my morning cottage cheese for two days now and took a close look while mowing in the back garden. I might be able to make a jar or two of raspberry jam in the next day or so. Oh, boy!