A beautiful new/old book

 I have been reviewing some of my earlier works and finding that sadly, due to weather here, some of the works have foxed in small parts; and for others, the combination of supposedly archival tape with fabric has not been a happy co-existence.

So I have gone about refreshing, renewing and recycling/re-using them in part.

This book is the result of a former book and I am delighted I have been able to use the loveliest parts, and to re-work some of the elements that had gone awry.

I redesigned it to have a beautiful stonehenge grey cover; a kozo fly page and a Fabriano Tiepolo pouch. They are all such beautiful papers and they work so wonderfully together.

Detail of the stitched spine - I love the little bobbles of the crochet cotton

On opening, the soft kozo fly page gives us all a moment to breathe...

The book itself incorporates printmaking, fabric, twigs and original words and calligraphy.

Some details of the loveliness within.

It feels so good to be able to give a sadness a new start, and to create something beautiful out of something that was broken.

'Gleaning' is for sale on my website - $180.00.

Calming Play

 I had one of those middle of the night thoughts about a book to make. It has a purpose - an exhibition looms - but it will bring together a few things I am trying to do at the moment - making use of things I already have in the studio (which acts as a kind of limitation to work with, and against) and my ongoing ponderings about two homes.

I went to the studio and found this work box. Full of lots of small, beautiful handmade papers and special papers that have been waiting to be used since forever. Like there is a bundle of papers I bought in Paris in  2014 still waiting...

I also wanted to use up some perspex that has been sitting in a box since we did the Queensland Literary Awards back in 2013. These were the bits left over when they cut out the centre panel to hold the metal panel. 

So I played around with some paper from the box to see what might fit. And came up with this pleasing set of options.

For the trial/test I grabbed a thick and a thinner crochet cotton. Just to see.

It's ridiculous how happy an image like this makes me - deep sigh.

So I did three lines of each cotton on the wafer thin handmade paper from New Zealand (circa 2016)

And three lines of each on some of the beautiful Parisienne paper.

And am now pondering which works best.

Thursday Thoughts...

"This common project – to improve matters – is available to all of us, at every moment, and in a multitude of ways, and exists in the smallest kindness, the most rudimentary act of tolerance, or in the simplest generosity". 

Nick Cave.

I have mentioned Nick Cave before and reading his Red Letter Files is a must for me in each and every week.  Little moments.  This quote comes from a recent one and I like how he makes the notion of improving matters, a common project. Something we are each involved in doing, trying and participating in. As if it is the point in our universal venn diagram where we all overlap...

As he scales things down - to small kindnesses and generosities, and scales things up to all of us, at every moment and in so many ways, we are all invited in to take part. 

Int somehow make it seem possible to take steps to improve things just by doing small things.

I am often confounded by the apparent immense scale of sadness, despair, fear, anguish, and disaster that can exist outside in the world. I take time to withdraw and find ways to hold it, and then make small steps back out to help by doing the small things.

This quote makes me feel like we really are all in this together, each of us doing small things. Small acts of kindness and generosity are ours to share.

Pebble Progression...

I often times wonder what it might be like to be a maker who spontaneously makes marks; who knows in an instant where they are headed and what they are doing. Who simply has an idea and gets it done and made straightaway. Who confidently places things together in exactly the way they should be.

My making is painstaking.  I consider and think about each and every decision I make, and here is the funniest sequence of photos I have taken for a long time.

I present Fiona trying to work out how a pebble should be attached to the cover of a book. It doesn't need any further words from me... 

I can let you know where I landed when the commission has been completed and collected.  It never ceases to amaze me the hours it can take to get the right decision. 

And I just have to smile, knowing I am who I am and I make the way I make...

Fragile Gains again

 I am preparing work for the exhibition 'Vessel' to be held at the Old Ambo Gallery in Nambour in September and have two out of three works completed - the other is taking the time it takes.

There is also a bit of a shop at the exhibition - where artists can sell small items linked to the exhibition theme and/or their work.

My main Fragile Gains eggshell piece is pretty much there and I am just photographing and documenting it; but along the way I also thought to make some small pieces for the shop.

As you probably know from previous posts; this work is all about the gains women have made, that I think are very fragile including: choices, safety, education, feminism, equality, leadership and liberation. 

I spent most of Friday making the boxes by hand, having previously prepared the eggshells with their many layers.

And then it was down to getting the Letraset onto and inside them.

Each letter cut out of the sheet by hand and placed gingerly with tweezers and other tools; then held down delicately and firmly, yet gently, rubbed off. I hold my breath.

But I am very happy with how they worked out.

I look forward to having them in the shop at Nambour, but if you might be interested in having one now, please let me know and we can chat. 

Thursday Thoughts...

"Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things".  

Georgia O’Keeffe

Realism. The literalness of things. Replication versus representation. 

I am doing some work at the moment which makes me think about representing something rather than replicating something.  In there lies the interest I think.

This quote and my own realisation of what I need to do has really made me think about realism, replication and reproduction. How marvellous to acknowledge that nothing is less real than realism!  

The quote makes me think of withdrawing things, moving away from exactness, trying hard to retain the essence of things rather than the absoluteness of them.

As a mostly self-taught maker I sometimes come to knowledge like this late in the game; but can also see that it may be something I have understood yet not know that there was a name for it, or that an art discussion around exactly this thing has been happening through the ages .

From this quote I shall carry with me the words: Selection, Elimination and Emphasis. and am sure that they will whisper in my ear as I make, reminding me that realism is not necessarily real.

One more Women Friends

 As I have been completing things and setting the work aside, I have begun the process of tidying up my spaces in the studio.  It feels as if I had literally taken over every available surface and things were really somewhat out of control.

I sat at my desk and started to put things away. and then I got distracted... I was planning on putting some tiny type away until I looked at it and wondered what it was. It was Women Friends again, ready for blind embossing for one of the first of the books in tins that I made, way back here. That blog post is dated 17 August so the type has been been sitting on my desk for almost a year...

I thought, maybe not yet, and went to start putting something else away - these small round cardboard pill boxes. Until I thought oh my, they could go together and I was off with no further thought or effort given to tidying - I just had to try and do this funny little book idea I had.

Tumbling out. 

The poem is only stamped on every second page.

Fully laid out.

And also hanging...

And Barry took this wee video of me lifting it up and popping it down.

I was very happy with how a random idea worked out so well. 

The type is now packed away in its own lovely rusty tin, ready for one more outing I think.

And the best news is I continued afterwards, to tidy up and the studio space looks wonderful and I feel so much lighter for having tidied it.

No idea sometimes...

 I honestly have no idea sometimes why things pop into my head.  I was working away on important other things the other day, and into my head popped - burnt holes with thread dangling.

Now what did that mean? And did it have a purpose? Was it supposed to mean something? Should I pay attention?

I chose to pay attention and after I had completed another step in the important task, I left it alone for a bit and went and played with incense sticks, Japanese paper and thread.

As ever, I started with words, but decided to go a'wandering too.

I burnt from behind, and enjoyed the little tufts on the front. Sort of like a slow motion photo of a drop of milk hitting something.

The challenge is always how to handle the burnt charcoal-y flakes. Still not sure - thinking maybe vacuum them up? Could prove entertaining!

And then I did part two - dangly threads. You can really see the charcoal bits here. If I want a pristine look, I have to work it out. If I am happy to have a record of burning, then I could leave them. 

I reversed out of dangling, and went for straight and steady and tried to stitch the lettering as it didn't feel as if it would work with dangles. A couple of options.

And I left it on my desk - making me wonder what that little interlude was all about, and with no idea (once more) about where it might go or what it might do.

However, because I have been working on exhibition pieces and commissions, I really enjoyed just heading off randomly for a bit and seeing where it might take me.

Thursday Thoughts...

“Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.” 

Jeanette Winterson

When I read this I wondered what to think about the word 'doses'. It sounded a bit too much like worming a cat or a dog; and in my mind I turned the word into 'tonic'. Tonic definitely feels like it is doing you good; that you are being made to feel brighter; that you re being uplifted in spirit. So apologies to Ms Winterson for my edit!

That moment aside, I agree wholeheartedly with the premise that both poetry and fiction can help heal you. They can restore you, and they can uplift you. Some folk might say they can save you.

A really interesting part of this quote I think, is what she suggests they are healing, 'the rupture that reality makes on the imagination'.

From this, I imagine a sort of slap in the face awakening. A rude shock.

I wonder if it comes from her childhood where she withdrew from some of the harsh realities she lived with; that day dreaming, imagining and reading looked after her; made her feel safe and real and whole. 

If reality was harsh, then being forced to return to it from the imaginative and escapee-like world of the imagination and reading, and moving between the two states,  was experiencing literally as a rupture. A wound.

I sometimes feel like I am emerging from somewhere else when I finish reading and begin to take notice again of what is around me. Reality can come as a shock if I have been far away in my mind; but most of the time I don't experience it as a rupture, for which I am grateful.

More Women Friends

 This little burst of activity came about through a dreadful mistake.  I had taken some of my Women Friends work to Scotland and sold a couple at the markets there.  As we gave a community talk, one of the attendees showed interest in the last one and promised to pop over and pay.  I hadn't heard from her before we left, so I packed it up and brought it home. On arrival home she had emailed to say sorry, but could we bring it with us the next time we visit, so I popped it in the box for Scotland and thought no more about it. Until somebody clicked on it on the online shop and bought it.

For the life of me I couldn't recall why it wasn't in stock (I blame jet lag, but possible also just distractedness) and with many apologies I refunded the purchase and wondered where on earth it was.

All that to say that I found it after refunding (of course) and it is now safely packed away again for the next visit to Scotland.  I did however think I should probably see if I could make another one just in case the online purchaser might want one further down the track.

And so I did.  I had enough spare prints to get 3/4 of the book printed and cut to size, and just had to set and print a few lines to complete the poem.

As ever, I had fun playing with the layout.

I also found I had pre-cut a whole poem at 9cm x 1cm and wen tin search for a tin that might fit, and much to my excitement, found one.

So that left me feeling pretty pleased - I have two now in case anybody wants or needs one (yet to go into inventory, but there you are, can't do everything all at once).

The late afternoon winter sun is delightful and I came home to find these wee buds casting lovely shadows...