Hope

We went to Johnson City last Friday … not because we planned to, but because both the restaurant and the store in Blanco that we wanted to go to were closed.

Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

So we strolled through some JC galleries we had been to before and walked past one that looked closed … all the art work was sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, waiting to be hung.

But hey, it was open … so we went in … and met the new owner, an artist and author … and a kindred spirit it turns out. We left with this in hand …

44 small print reproductions of 44 collages he made over a six year period … 44 representations in as many languages of the word “hope.”

You can go to Mark Smith’s website and view a video of what he told us in person. But the heart of it is knowing that his project began in 2008 and the number 44 represents Barack Obama, who was elected to the presidency that year.

I was fascinated. And upon getting home, I found myself pulling out collage cards of the non-linguistic “languages” …

from the upper left and going clockwise: binary code, Braille, Morse code, sound waves and semaphore flags. It’s worth enlarging the images for a closer look.

But the collage card that really drew me in was this one in Spanish …

enough so that I felt compelled to respond to it in cloth and stitch …

esperanza … the softest whisper word of hope.

Once upon a time …

In a tiny church in a little town, a gentle man taught two young mothers that their time and their talents counted as much or more than any treasure.

One turned to the flowers in the fields, making her beloved road-sidea into arrangements that delighted the eye. The other turned to linen and white thread, stitching them into sacred cloth.

Years passed and the two young mothers became grandmothers, their three daughters having grown and become mothers themselves.

And the gentle man moved far, far away, but his lessons were not forgotten …

The beginning of the end for Blogger?

I’ve already written this post once, but my mobile version of Blogger on my old iPhone 5s wouldn’t publish it. So, back to publishing on the laptop … for as long as that lasts. And ugh … I hate formatting on the PC … the mobile app was soooo much easier.

Anyway, in addition to the gift pot Deb Sposa sent, there was this beautiful bit of handwoven cloth …

Here’s the back story in Deb’s words:

“I found it at an estate sale at a gorgeous mountain home where the owners had collected amazing Southwestern flavored artworks including fiber pieces & western antiques.  Not sure how old it is but I’m guessing at least 50 to 75 years old.  The weave style looked Mexican or possibly Native American and I think it was used as a small book cover.  I hope you will be able to find a use for it.  Possibly bind your own book to put inside …”

Well that answered the question I had about the sewn-under ends …

And got me thinking how best to showcase it …

I liked the idea of a book, so I played with the idea of making pages out of used tea bags …

And then, recalling our trek to northern New Mexico last summer, I hit on the perfect idea: the petroglyphs that we saw in Santa Fe …

So now I’m playing with watercolors and gouache, trying to find the perfect combination …

As Rachel Maddow is wont to say, “Watch this space … “