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Olek, “Kiss Me I Crochet” experience…

16 Jan

Living in Astoria and working in Bay Ridge means I spend 3 hours on the N Train on average. The Metro (the free newspaper) is a wonderful treat at 6 am every morning. I usually read the gossip column, the horoscope and sometimes to actual “news” the have available. Once in a while they have articles about art and I LOVE them. They are usually straight to the point and interesting.

When I read the article about Olek, I immediately added that clipping to my other “free art news” clippings I have up in my classroom. The show was only going to be up for a week and I felt this sudden guilt at the idea of being too lazy to go… I am a crazy needlework freak and this show just seemed like a visit I had to see as opposed to wanted to see. I was so excited at the idea of enormous crocheted anything, let alone out of recyclable.

I made it a whole day trip, it was an excuse to catch up with one of my favorites Brooklynites, go to Juniors (across the street from the show) eat tasty and calorific treats and then make it to the show.

As we arrived at Long Island University, the guard told us it was closed on week-ends and there was no way of seeing it from outside the building. I was so bummed but we went on with our visit to double-check. Well, the security guard was wrong on all counts and we got to see the show from outside and from within. Horray, again, the excitement just overwhelmed me at the idea of seeing work I would never be able to accomplish, at work that seemed monumental on all the articles I managed to find.


We walked into a modern building with large plated glass, and saw what looked like a depleted donkey framed by glass walls. The show was so disappointing. I was so happy not to be alone and yet so embarrassed to have dragged my friend there. Within seconds I was laughing. This was one of those works that just didn’t withstand the test of time. And yet the concept and the effort was so awesome!

We hung out there for a few minutes, not a soul was present. It looked like wet laundry hanging in strange animal like shapes. It totally reminded me of Don Quixote for some reason. It felt like I was an under-grad again, you know, in an empty classroom building on the week-end, trying to broaden my horizons and actually learn something on a Sunday. It was kind of cool to be disguised as a student for a few minutes before we left with such a random experience.

It was fun. It didn’t feel like a gallery or museum show, it felt like college.

Embroidery: A difficult word for foreigners to pronounce

7 Dec

So I have this class… It is the class I dread, it is the class I constantly think about. Every teacher in the school knows about them. It is the new comers class. They are all 6th grade and they are all chinese except for one girl. The majority of them are very disrespectful boys, violent boys, boys that pretend not to understand me, boys that ignore my directions.

I have had a situation similar to this when I taught in South Africa a few years ago. I had an all boys class. They did not speak english and they were extra active, as most young boys are. I gave them needle and thread and we created pillow cases of portraits of their mothers. You could hear a pin drop! (No pun intended)

Well, once I saw the situation I am currently in, I realized how perfect embroidery would be. My school is brilliant and the art curriculum for 6th grade shadows the social studies curriculum. Sure, sometimes it is annoying but usually it can generate fantastic projects.

In my new comers class, we created embroideries about New York City, and the greater U.S., their new home.

The first class was a little rocky because I had to get everyone started. It has been relatively smooth sailing since then. My toughest kids are still disrespectful and sometimes violent but at least they are creating something they are proud of, something beautiful.

The subway cars are dear to my heart for two reasons. The first is that the large one was created by the sweetest kid who always tries so hard! And the smaller car is from a kid who is the most mischievous. Even though he is so difficult, if I place him at my desk, he gets so engrossed in what he is doing and excels at this project. I am so proud of his work, and yet, still very upset about his behavior overall.

Secondly, the subway car has inspired me in almost every teaching gig I’ve had. The project is never the same but subways are always the star.
When I taught 5th graders at Saturday Art School, it was 3D subway cars and we studied graffiti and created small figurines to ride the train. It was part of a larger unit where we created buildings and landscapes for our ideal city. My first struggle in the classroom came of it when this adorable kid who always finishes early (we all have at least one of him) decided to create a terrorist for the car. All the girls in the class were outraged and the boys thought it was so cool. I became the mediator for the first time. We had to debate it and we decided on one car being the ideal subway setting and the other illustrating how dangerous a subway could ultimately be (housing the “terrorist”, I mean, he had feathers for arms, that does not bring up terror to me but whatever…)
When I taught at Rikers, I used subway cars to introduce painting and shading. The cars were very large and decorated my room for months. The guys were very excited about reliving their glory days on the train with hot girls or listening to music. I will always remember two specific kids who will remain nameless. They caused problems wherever they went, they would never focus, never work, but when I put paint brushes in their hands, they became focused, mature, interested, I got such a high for it. I will never forget the look in their eyes, seeing them feel a purpose.
And now, I am using it to introduce kids to NY culture and to embroidery with a small format. The subway binds us all together, brings us together in one way or another. It is an incredible mechanism!

It is December and I have plenty of month to continue struggling and celebrating small victories with this specific group of challenging students. Today, I just want to celebrate how cool these projects are looking. These pictures are a week and half old and soon, they will all finish this project.

Working on the pronunciation of embroidery vocabulary can be hilarious. These poor chinese kids have serious trouble pronouncing embroidery and thread. Who knew those were difficult syllables to put together? They get a kick out of it too. There is nothing like seeing them all trying to pronounce it together, so cute!

What a beautiful city we live in. What an incredible imagination these kids have. The possibilities are endless.

Zooey Deschanel Cover, Finished

11 Nov

Zooey Deschanel Cover - Finished

As my students would say, “I went Blood on it” (depending on which student, I might have gone Crip on it too)

Either way, it was a fun time on Veteran’s day and the tape part was a little different. I think I like it better half way done but it’s the journey, not the destination right?

Zooey Deschanel, Handmade Paper and Indian Food

11 Nov

Zooey Dechanel Self Cover - Unfinished Embroidery

I love listening to She & Him,
I love embroidery,
Both sound pretty old school, vintage,
Like homemade cookies, bubble baths and proper table matters.
When listening to her and M. Ward, wile needle and thread in hand,
I feel like a lady.

I’m still not done but so far so good.

I’m looking forward to stabbing the hell out of those titles with my needle and thread. Enough with the backhanded advice on body image in magazines! (I say that but I read them all the time, I’m full of S*&t too)

What the hell does it mean? “Get the life you want”
Losing weight, good sex and a less stressful life cannot be found in a magazine that perpetuates low self-esteem and constant questioning…

What draws us to reading this crap? For one, Zooey on the cover, for two, wouldn’t it be fantabulous if a cute magazine could solve all our quests?

I went to see “Monsters of Folk” friday because I wanted to see M. Ward live again, he was fantastic at the “She & Him” concert…. The concert was painful to get through. Thank goodness it was in an amazing church in Harlem and my best bud Charm and I made it into an adventure… The location and the company made it magical. It was cool being with co-workers too. We each went to see the concert for a different band member.

Handmade Paper Fun

I had fun painting and doodling on this handmade piece of paper….

I tried embroidering it but the paper was too thick and it was way too frustrating.

I cut all the threads out, and then went over the holes with a silver sharpie to accentuate what I sort of screwed up.

It was an enjoyable and low maintenance project.

This reminds me of that kids machine that spins, you add color from little bottles… the paint is very liquid-y…. as the color drips, it creates circles because of the spinning. I can’t remember what it was called but I had so much fun with that thing as a child. That too was magical.

Circle Fun

Betty Draper, The Group and Embroidery…

8 Nov

January Jones Embroidered

Betty Draper Embroidered

I think I hit the highest point of obsessive, happy and lazy Saturday behavior….

I baked banana bread and ate the batter in front of my personal Mad Men Marathon. It was so tasty and indulgent (to be far, I did go to the gym that morning)

I proceeded to hand embroider the cover of GQ with January Jones on the cover all afternoon (and most of the evening)….

It was really fun to embroider something with no shelf life, with no purpose. I embroidered something because I felt like it, I just doodled, doodled with the idea.

I think Betty is my favorite because I believe her the most. As a young woman, I can only identify with her unacceptable behavior and feeling of total chaos. She wasn’t prepared for the reality of adult life. Mostly though, January Jones just does such an awesome job, I never think of her as acting. And as I spent most of my hours watching Mad Men caring about Peggy, Don and others for seasons 1 and 2, Betty was kind of disliked. What better way to give her some positive attention than to obsessively embroider her? Yeah, I felt a little stalker-ish at times.
I always thought Betty might be happier if she picked up embroidery, it would clear her mind, make her accomplish something to the end. Like an american version of Catherine Deneuve in “Belle du Jour” and her needlepoint.

I have been reading “The Group”, the book Betty reads in an episode and cannot put down. It is so interesting to read about women in the 30′s and then watch an episode of Sex and the City, I don’t know which one is scarier, more daunting…

Blackwork and Lab Coat, in Action…

29 Aug

BWE tshirt 3
BWE sleeves4
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Here are pictures of my Blackwork Embroidery experimentation. I found it really fun, easy and challenging at the same time.

Being able to fill in my embroidery has always been helpful to me for texture and the overall look (that way you don’t have to iron your t-shirt every time you wash it) Blackwork makes you work much more carefully on lines as that is all you work with.

Being restricted to one color and line work was a super fun challenge. The black on white really pops while being incredibly delicate. You don’t get that look with colorful filled in embroidery.

I understand why the Renaissance Blackwork started with collars and sleeves. When I put my lab coat on with the embroidery, the sleeves look great but they are not overpowering. Plus, sleeves are usually more rigid that then rest of the shirt which makes embroidery easier.

I was introduced to a Flickr Blackwork Embroidery group which I find so inspiring and mind blowing. There is a rendition of an eye that is just out of this world!

http://www.flickr.com/groups/921530@N20/

I give Blackwork Embroidery an A++, I mean, I’m a total groupie at this point….

Blackwork Embroidery and Lab Coats, in Theory…

15 Aug

I finally invested in lab coats for work. Some teachers wear lab coats at my school for multiple reasons: a place to keep your pens and such, a way to keep your outfit clean and also a way to hide your figure from the boys.

When I first started working there, one of my co-workers gave me her’s because she never wore it. It was so itchy and hot that I refused to wear it. Again, only a few teachers do.

At the end of the year, a female teacher told me my pants were too tight. Comments like these are given to the young teachers all the time. You never know if it is coming from a kind place or if they are just giving you trouble. It really hurt my feelings because at the time I had gained weight and if my pants were too tight, it was not on purpose. In the end, I think my pants were perfectly acceptable but I wore long skirts until the end of the year. One of my co-workers made fun of me saying “so, you gonna wear skirts forever?!?” and then I realized, no! I’ll just wear a lab coat.

The coat will completely de-sexualize me at work. Grant it, sometimes it helps to be something to look at but I would say that 80 percent of the time, it just undermines your authority and respect, at least I think so. Again, I work in jail with juvenile boys. (My co-workers and I tend to behave like kids too). I bought two, so I can wash one while I wear the other. I fully intend on making it look a little original, and thus we start talking about BLACKWORK EMBROIDERY…

“Blackwork Embroidery” by Elisabeth Geddes and Moyra McNeil (Dover)

Blackwork embroidery is black embroidery on white fabric, (back in the day it was linen, from thick to translucent)

This book is very inviting and very clear. It actually gives a historical survey as opposed to giving iron transfers that I am not one least interested in.

I was hooked when they claimed that most of the art and embroidery in the 16th and 17th century was created at home. “much was home-produced” (P.15) A light bulb lit up in my head: Of course, they had nothing better to do!

I know that embroidery has totally filled a huge void in my life. I hate waiting for friends and now I have something to keep me busy when they are late. I love television and talking to loved ones on the phone but my hands get bored easily and embroidery keeps me focused as I get entertained. On long summer days, during boring meetings, will my friends are on the phone forever, when my mom is frustrating me but is being super adorable at the same time, I have a purpose because I’m making something, something that does not require all of my concentration but something that requires free creative will.

Anyway, these women were even more bored than me, and maybe even as lost as I am. So obviously they filled their time decorating their houses and clothes. It just made sense. I am not alone.

I also loved this book right away because it describes the history of embroidery quite well. Nobody can claim the creation of embroidery or of a specific style or stitch because so many cultures had created it simultaneously.

    “Embroidery has its roots in many countries and cultures, and it is often impossible to pinpoint the actual source of a particular technique, because research will reveal origins too ancient and diffuse to be confined within a definite place or period.” (P. 14)

Nobody stole embroidery from anyone else, one could only be inspired. And that totally kicks butt!

There is a lot of talk about the Renaissance and how it created communication and trends in Europe, blah blah blah, kind of like the internet and mass production today. We all wear the same HandM tshirt, back then, they all started embroidering in a similar style. I learned about the Renaissance in a fresh light after being bombarded with it year after year in school. (Now I teach my students about the Renaissance and it totally makes me feel old.)

The interesting thing for me was that it made me look at art history in a completely different light. The book has Renaissance portraits to illustrate the concept that blackwork was used on the shirts worn under the garments and later on actual dress. At first I looked at the portrait and I was like “where? I can’t see it” and then I looked at the sleeves. I had never looked at a Renaissance portrait to analyze the pattern on a woman’s sleeve before. It’s this tiny little detail I never spent ant time on, and all of a sudden, it is the only thing I care about. It was really cool because it deepened my understanding and image of Renaissance art (and totally proved I’m an art nerd).

Having been to Florence a few times, I have seen some stunning portraits up close and the details in the clothing are more than remarkable. I wish I had looked at the sleeves, such a small detail that now holds such importance. It is obvious how much I take for granted when I’m looking at art.

Another really cool Renaissance fact about this type of embroidery is the appearance of pattern books. Yep, that’s right, the birth of craft stores happened during the Renaissance where patterns were being shared, fabrics imported and interpretations growing all over Europe.
The illustrations went from wood cuts to prints out of soft metals. The embroidery would either strive to look like the print or to look like an embroidered style. Obviously, they couldn’t take a picture of it and share it on flickr, we are SO spoiled! “surviving books are very rare” (P. 29) Well duh! But where can you get your hands on one? There have got to be some in libraries somewhere. Argh, yet another thing on my to do list….

When it comes to the books, a lot of embroidery illustrations went hand in hand with books about botany, hunting, animals and mythical creatures.
“it expounds the curative propreties of plants, and other forms of wildlife, and the good or bad effects derived from eating various kinds of flesh.” (P. 28)
When they were exploring the ‘new world’, they would write descriptions of the animals and it would be translated into embroidery patterns. The various embroidery examples of unicorns, mermaids, phoenix, elephants, tigers, etc, make you want to escape into fairy tales. They make you forget all the awfulness of everyday life (poverty, illness, monarchy…) and want to escape in a castle far far away to play with the animals and frolic in the forest (with no bugs of course).
The description of translucent linen embroidery for nighties and exposed body parts totally made my castle fantasies go to an R rated place. hehehe….

Anyways, one thing that was so rude was that during the Tudor and Elizabethan period, they had laws to prevent certain people, mostly the lower classes, from wearing golden, silver or blackwork embroidery. How rude! I feel like, if you take the time and you have the materials, you can wear whatever you damn well please! What if you are one of those 5 people who is allowed to wear golden embroidery and it doesn’t suit your complexion? The Sumptuary Laws enacted in Henry VIII’s reign totally doesn’t make sense to me. (I mean, I get it, but you know?)

The authors give us multiple reasons for why Blackwork Embroidery ‘examples’ did not survive….
one, the standards of cleanliness
two, “unfavorable environment for perishable fabrics” (P. 25) which means people took very poor care of their cloths by just hanging them near smoke or fires.
three, laundry soap was really rough and could be quite gross (made from cow poop, why? my god! they were crazy back then)

So Blackwork Embroidery went from geometric and simple creature patterns on collars and sleeves to decadent, superficial and ornamental patterns that just grew with abundance on clothing and household items from the Tudors to the Elizabethan period.

The authors of the book finish the historical survey to talk about how thread was dyed. They incorporate a beautiful quote: “but to either dye a good understanding Artist is necessary”. (P. 46) I thought that quote was quite thought provoking.

The practical part of the book is not so interesting to me. They discuss design, the transfer of patterns…. I didn’t find it useful for my purposes. The drawings and illustrations are wonderful and inspiring though. I love this book. And it’s super cheap, $8.95

The next step is to come up with my own blackwork. The authors of the book divide historical Blackwork to our modern interpretations. I have started a white T-Shirt and I am starting to understand their point from an entirely new perspective.
My two Blackwork projects are a white t-shirt and my white lab coats, illustrations and explanations to come…

Hello dear…

11 Aug

self

I’m pretty sure I will be writing to myself 99% of time but it feels so much more useful if I write to an audience, even if it’s one that doesn’t exists.

There are two things I really want to write about in my blog.

- One is teaching, and specifically teaching at Rikers. I was told to keep a journal last year to narrate my introduction to the incarcerated world but I failed to do so. Any first year teacher will tell you that your first year is a roller coaster that totally makes you cry and throw up all at the same time… This year, I really want to keep tabs on that roller coaster.
- Two is embroidery in its history and practice.

There were two major things that made last year tolerable, (aside from the obvious, family, friends, nuttella, 17 extra pounds and my diet/life buddy) Charmian and embroidery. And they go hand in hand! Charmian and I teach at the same site and we basically became best friends over night. Oddly enough, I think we are made from the same cloth.
We decided to go on our own little art retreat during April break, and there, Charm taught me a basic embroidery stitch. The rest is history!
We implemented craft lunches as I embroidered for my niece and sisters and she crocheted a sweater. It overlapped into meetings luckily, our superior crochets too.

As the educator that I am, I looked up classes in NY. Most were kind of trendy, expensive and one day classes. But then I found a course at the Ukrainian Museum. It’s super affordable and the instructor really knows her stuff, not only technically but also emotionally. I looked her up and she was in the NYTimes.

I read the article and was even more impatient to take the class as I already was, and it was only May and the Fall dates weren’t even up yet.

The dates went up last week, I called and registered. My poor friends have been hearing about this damn class for months but I just cannot stop talking about it. To keep me calm, I invested in a bunch of embroidery books. As many of you must know, good art or crafts books are difficult to come by and must be chosen carefully. (Mostly because there are thousands of them and if you love art and craft books like I do, you know how easily you could go bankrupt!)

Just one thing about the class. Aside from being an embroidery class with an excellent instructor, it’s in a museum! I find museums to be like temples or churches. They are so peaceful and yet, they represent the emotions and anguish from thousand of artists. As you walk through the clean and spacious corridors, you can catch your reflection in some of the work as you feel so overwhelmed with someone else’s interpretation of life. It’s like going to a psychic and letting someone else tell you what will happen so you don’t have to worry about it, except it’s art and not bullshit. Then again, art can totally be bullshit!

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