I've been rolling along since coming back from The Crow Barn. I've joined the Y with Mo, my daughter, and am exercising 3 times a week. Remember last summer it was me and Adrian, my oldest son going to the gym at the Family Life Center (affiliated with the church where my name is on the roll but my seat is vacant). We did that for 4 or 5 months...well I'm back at it again and trying my semi-best (working up to my very best) to deal with diabetes as well.
Dye painting has been my focus with the exception of a week spent to make traditional quilt blocks in felt to be used at the Speed Museum in their children's area to coincide with an exhibit of traditional quilts. That was sweet to be able to do for them on commission.
Now I'm back to the fabric. The next piece in the Crowbonics will be The Sperichil (The Spiritual). I'm listening to an interview with Joe Carter as part of my research for the piece. The 2nd piece that I had going morphed into a study instead and where I'm at now is working with the image of the crow, a trumpet, an adinkra symbol and marks from African alphabets/syllabaries and my own writing and symbols to go into the sheer lamination and on the background fabric. I'm still on search for a local source of very very sheer silk or polyester organza. Claire and Leslie bring some from the UK that is amazingly sheer and now that we only have the chain fabric stores, I've been disappointed in what is available. But I have one source to check in Shelbyville, up the road from Louisville.
I'm going to make a transition in the train of thought here due to my mother just calling me to tell me a beloved Great Aunt passed away yesterday. Aunt Doll was married to my Grandmother's brother. She was a well spoken, well coordinated, soft toned voice, strong opinionated woman with proper leanings (somewhat of an exception in my rather loud leaning, shut your mouth, sarcastic bent family). The last time I saw her was last summer when she sang at my father's funeral.
Directly related is that Crowbonics is about my ancestors and how we communicate. I'm really trying to express the nuances of communication between and across generations. It really isn't tangible and sometimes isn't valued and sometimes is suppressed to the point of invisibility. Aunt Doll is apart of my cultural transmissions as a woman and artist struggling to abstract, cultivate, and manifest, (like some archaeologist digging in dirt 1000s of years old), these phenomenon. I just want the work I've doing to speak for me.