Art Every Day Month: November 12

12 November 2009

@2009 Tom VirsikHere’s the drawing Tom left for me the other morning. The envelope in the thought bubble is from this post or at least I think so. Today, I cut paper for my Make Your Own Simple Handbound Journal Workshop at Frank Bette Center for the Arts (Alameda, CA) on November 21st. I’m so excited! I also made some yummy zucchini lemon muffins and went to yoga for the second time this week…and an interesting note… for as tired as I was going in, I have a lot of energy now, better than caffeine. Hopefully, I’ll get some good sleep tonight!

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  1. elk
    Posted 15 November 2009 at 1:34 pm | Permalink

    the stiching and shapes are so magical

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  • Artist statement

    I’m hungry to learn and it’s through my process of creating that I’m ultimately satisfied. I’m curious about different materials and take on the challenge to incorporate what I’m most drawn to into my work. I’m intrigued to discover the resulting patterns and repetition. As I create, I explore my inner landscape. I’m attempting to uncover a stifled sound. It’s my challenge to express this internal voice through my art and ultimately, boldly, out loud.

    My quest to connect my voice with my work has led me to reexamine my personal history. The threads in my bookbinding and in my collage are entwined in my familial roots. Growing up, I remember a quilt frame my dad made, taking up our entire living room. His grandmother taught him to quilt using scraps of clothing. Years later, I began a quilt when a friend was teaching a class on patchwork. To my surprise, cutting up fabric and piecing it back together reminded me of my work with paper collage.

    As a child I would sew with my mom and what I most remember is the guilt I’d feel as I jammed up her machine. Now, when the threads and material bunch up they become useful fodder for my work. In some ways the threads act as a binding element, as in my books, and in other ways they are a reflection of my internal processes.