Friday, March 30, 2012

Last April




Since I have not been doing this for a year yet, I thought I'd share with you a piece of my April 2011.

I went to a farm auction with my friend Louise. Her son, Peter, was auctioning off all manner of farm equipment. It was an ideal setting for what I love to photograph.

There were scenes of decay, many great collections, one of them being the farmers' pants!!

First the setting...


This is a gorgeous turn of the century family farm house.
Architectural details inside to die for.
This is Peter, tired but focused. He ran a great auction! 

Here are two other farmers.


There were at least 300 farmers there, I'd say. Lots of talk and stories and goals. I spoke with one woman who was hoping to get some containers for her orchard's needs.

Here's some of the stuff for sale.







 
I don't know what all of this is, but visually right up there!

Here's a taste of some of the farm patinas I found.





        Swallows' droppings, nest nearby.


Green moss patina.
It was a very muddy spring last year.

On to the textile portion of this outing....
I was captivated by the play of style, stance, folds, & light.









It was a fabulous field trip!
That's it for today.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Fabric Play

With the decision to dismember the Ikea rag rugs has come a bit of a progression on discovery and amusement.

I've had to stop because I did too much cutting across the warping and my right hand started giving signs of carpal discomfort. Can't press that overuse too hard. Not worth it.

I have been amazed to find our that the fabric scraps used for the weft seem to be from a men's shirting factory. I have found scraps identical shape & cloth that have all the earmarks of factory off-cuts.

What is also surprising, but not when you think deeply about India, is how small some of the scraps are or how thin. The too-thin ones get ganged up with other similar skinnies and then lain into the weaving shed. Some of the scraps used are no longer than 6 inches.

Much of the cloth is high grade fine pima cotton, and most woven plaid rather than printed cloth. I have a mental image of the weaving operation being right next door to some cutting room. It's a delicious thought.




These fabric strips have been folded into a position for so long that the fabric is essentially "permapressed". You can also make out the marks the warping threads made as well giving the cloth a bumpy look. Scroll back up to see all the long wrinkles.
No amount of pressing will irradicate that. It's part of my fascination with these cloth scraps.

The next rug was started. The colored strips are put to one side & the white ones to another. I chucked the white strips. There are limits!


                    Oops, blurry... too bad. New fabrics, different from the other rug.
I just love the sculptural feel of the white stuff. When I get to Vancouver I'll do a rug we have there and I'll have another chance to work with these white scraps. I find them so juicy!!

George asks, of course, "What are you going to DO with all this?" Good question. I really don't have an answer yet but I'm mulling. Clothing? Quilt? We'll see.
One thing I thought I'd do was show these to Charlotte Kwan. She started Maiwa. I'm sure she'd be interested.

There was one other mini exploration that started on Kauia'i. I found a t-shirt on the road that had been run over many times.
Doesn't look like much. I washed it & it bled like hell. It came from Australia!
This first photo is after the drying.
 But then I saw more.

 and more.
Then... well, I threw it out, well, after I tried washing in our Maui washing machine and it shredded all over the place into the rest of the laundry. Lint crud everywhere! Yuck.

That's it for today.
We are doing all the finishing clean-up of our place. Packing-city too.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Trip Around the North End of Maui

Yesterday we drove the north loop, around the top, around the headland.
I had done it only once before when I was really new to Maui.
This time I understood a lot more of what I was seeing.
There used to be much more land up there but it fell into the ocean leaving cliffs & steep hillsides.



So great views & lots of exposed rock faces to see the geology.
The grey layer is ash, volcanic ash.

Then there are some distinctly rural so-Maui things.


Too bad, no banana bread for sale here.


This small church was in a community that had had many problems last week, during the Big Rain. Their creek rose 12 feet!
We bought snacks from a man stopping cars going through this village. He was a great sale man. Too bad I didn't get a photo of him.

Then the rocks, oh the rocks. 





 How did THESE get formed. Shot from the volcano like splashy spewing forming rocks in the air? I'm trying to picture it. Sometimes you see these rocks in the layers of lava.





This is ash, and I took a chunk of it home to see about dissolving. I put the chunk in water and the water after a while became all milky! Just like the Toutle River with the Mt. St. Helen's ash in it.

Here are some more examples of So Maui. We noticed the lack of feral chickens here compared to Kaua'i!



I've taken quite a few pictures of roadside memory-sites. I love the Bud Lite in this one. I hope this person didn't die because he was DWI. I assume it was a man who died, because the site didn't have a feminine touch.

That's it for now. Friday we leave for Vancouver. Coats will be necessary. I anticipate a climate shock. Still, it'll be good to be in that home!