When I move, the first thing I do is hang a piece of art. It says, “This is my new place. Don’t you like it?”
Hang it low, hang it high, break the rules.
If you look at the images below they will make you feel good.
Natalya Khorover is a genius fibre artist. She has made for me some real gems over the years.
Last Christmas, she gifted only art — made by her or others. The bee fabric she bought from a creative alchemist who designs her own fabric.
The pillow was a housewarming gift.
I love these so much I cannot use them, only gaze at them.
…and repurposed dryer sheets.
NYC, 2013. Upper East Side.
Once my beloved friend that I call The King went with me to Maine. We had cocktails.
The edging is especially cool. I wish you could touch it. Look closely at all sorts of stitching on the fabrics. Natalya is meticulous.
If you’re lucky, you get to hang an installation with her, maybe outdoors in a public space. Final installation here, along with a super cool hothouse full of flowers made from plastic bags, by her and anyone who wanted to make one, for some communal Art Love.
Can’t stop gazing at my satchel. I left the tag on for a year.
City Sketch #1. From the intro to this post. Holds up to bathroom humidity, as predicted.
I hope you enjoyed this ART. I do.
From slender filaments to giant cables, spools get the job done right. The big daddy on the left appeared down the road a piece. It made my day.
My sister-in-law, an extremely talented fiber artist, has dozens of spools. I have a lowly 30. If you’ve never wound a bobbin on a sewing machine before, you’re missing out. If mankind wound more bobbins, there’d be less misery and lower crime rates.
This place, El Taller (“The Studio”), in Lawrence, MA is a cool coffee shop with books and…spools. They write in your coffee. What’s better than that?