Paz Y Amor.

The only thing that really makes sense other than breath.

Poo

Well I just spent all day making work that turned out very badly. Like poo!
Call it failure or call it a learning curve. Just can't figure out what I learned for all the effort other than I won't do that again.

Lesley Richmond, my beloved teacher, always warned me to do more than one piece of work together at the same time but have one piece one step behind so you can salvage the work to the point of success. Very good advice but did I listen? Nope...

So hours of melting, forming, shaping, painting eventually all melted from an object of beauty to
a melted pile on the burn tray! Trust me it was a gorgeous shell like being that completely melted in one last enthusiastic belch from the heat gun.

Oh glory.

And I told you that the sewing machine threw a little fit today. I think she just might be tired from all that stitching. Tonight I will give her a good and ferocious scrub down, use the tweezers and pluck any loose threads in her inner workings and use the fancy oil and massage her little parts. It can't be easy stitching goo all day.

Textile work can be completely exhilarating or completely exhausting. I keep having fantasies about doing social work again... if you want to know what kind of day this has turned out to be.

War Of The Worlds

Work from last night. Machine embroidered cotton lace, cast paper, burnt bits and acrylic medium transferred images on cotton. All not completed. All work by me Patricia Chauncey April 2011.


Watching WAR OF THE WORLDS and reading Dreams of Millennium by Mark Kingswell.
Strange to do both at once.

One is a reinterpretation of a terrifying story about alien invasion that isn't friendly. An old terror and fear of those who are other. A paranoia belonging to the isolated and self protective. The other is a history and explanation of the need for apocalyptic terror. A desperate need to have all defined and explained and orderly through a thousand years. A need for control and rules to define the illogical.

Canadians are in the middle of an election for a new Prime Minister. We have a coalition government right now. Our current Prime Minister is about the farthest right wing of anyone who has ever been elected. He is moderated by those with more liberal and progressive views.

He keeps drumming up illogical fears about "aliens" from other countries. He terrifies us all about overwhelming debt and "crime". He uses scare tactics to keep people in a state of paralysis regarding taking political action.

I have this bad dream that our country votes him in with a majority. Apocalyptic to be sure.

Piles of Work

These are some of the things I am working with and working on this week.

Dealing With Crappy Reviews

Print it up, tear it up, slap it with glue, place on new work and burn the hell out of it!
Doesn't matter what language it is written in. Currently Spanish is working just fine!

Unless my translator has it wrong?

Monet Moment

Moon Globe Patricia Chauncey 2011 April 6

I have been sitting in the window in the spring sun and enjoying the blossoms, birdies and
blue sky. Working on new things and larger sculptures for both Quesnel and the mine show.
I am covered in paper scraps, paint spotches and glue. So is my little Whacky Shack.

Decided to play with some colour on my globes...sort of a Monet diversion and then an amphibian diversion...

Hilary's Baby Is Here!!!

Emily Beatrice has arrive looking downy soft and lovely.
She is managing to do all those baby things like sucking, mewing and making people change her little diaper!

Hilary and Jim have fared well through all.

Emily , of course, did everything her own way. No pool birth for her. She charged into the world in record time.

Pictures later.