Design for a new rug in the works...the title is a play with words, as I am half-Spanish and half-Italian in terms of where my parents were born. I usually don't make such literal romantic depictions, but I really like the balance of space and feel it evokes good energy. Things I would want in a home decor item.
I will be bringing lots of samples and overstock to the East River State Park every Saturday in June! Mark your calendars and come and visit - I think there is also the Brooklyn Flea and Smorgasbord happening on the same day. Yum.
More info here: http://www.renegadecraft.com/fairs/brooklyn-2016-summer-popups
The deep charcoal color on the left is now on board to be added to the textiles I will use for my FW16 collection. The grey/brown on the right is what I had asked for, but in a solid, instead I got what is on the left. My contact there said the dye guy went rogue . This is when going rogue is a-ok with me - love it better (thumbs up) and think the silhouettes will look great going with dark charcoal. Hope you do too!
I haven't heard of the Daily Post until this morning. I was reading The Book of Runes by Ralph Blum and he referenced that reading the daily post was a daily practice for him. Anyway, I went on over to the Daily Word site and this was the post for today, which I thought I would share on this blog since it happened to be work-related, and felt very relevant for today:
The deer musk is a fabled character that has been important to me since I first heard about it. The fable goes something like this (This is my own version, which does not have the grisly ending that sometimes gets passed around, but it has the same overall meaning):
Once upon a time, a musk deer lived in a forest. This musk deer became mystified by this wonderful scent that was always around, and made her happy. She wanted to find the source of this smell. So she spent every day looking for it, but was not able to find where it was coming from. As a result, she grew frustrated and unhappy. So went the days, a never-ending search for this scent, always ending in disappointment. What the deer did not realize was that the musk scent, in fact, was coming from it's own forehead (i.e. third eye). It was a part of her, but she didn't know or think to look within for this source of happiness. The musk deer was looking for happiness elsewhere, when all along, it could be found within her.
My throws just came in! Hurray! Love them so much, very soft, homespun & handwoven muslin cotton. The design is made with block prints, natural dyes, and a mud-resist dying method. I designed this simple half-moon block print over the summer and love seeing it put to work. This pattern will extend into things I designed for the FW16 collection.
I don't love the festivities of New Years Eve and the specific pressure of the evening's plans, but I do love the idea behind a new year. A journey around the sun, a time for reflections, and setting new intentions. It's such a wonderful thing, that we get to set a reset button in our life. And in earnest, ask something new and good of ourselves. At New Years, there are no presents to give or receive, no anxiety of a personal birthday with complexities of getting older (unless it is actually your birthday which might actually be really cool) and in general, it's kind of like a big birthday party for the earth. At New Years, we are all in it together, and that feeling of hope and something new transcends on the world all at once.
Some of my intentions (resolutions) are simple. For example, I only want to write in a .38 black pen this year. I feel that the new pens I bought (a pack of 10) will help me access professionalism and accomplishments, as well as satisfy my aesthetic stationary needs. I also spent about an hour this morning pursuing monthly planners. I settled on a planner that includes both monthly and weekly views. I am going to be so organized.
I have been thinking a lot today about why I love textiles so much, specifically the textiles I am making for this studio line. Since I was a little girl, my hands have always been an obsession for me. I saw a miracle in them, and often thought of the hands of all women who came before me in my family line. I thought about how they may have worked the earth, how they tended to others, how they made things, and how they loved. In old photographs of my great-grandmother and grandmother in Sicily, I look at their hands most. I am speaking loosely here, but when I break down the ideas behind hand-worked textiles, it feels luxurious to me. More luxurious than what corporate fashion brands would sell me to believe what luxury is. I do feel that to be human, is to be very closely linked to the tidings of the natural world. Falling out of synch is no good. I am most days out of synch. These textiles are helping me ground onto earth. They are slow, natural, and meant to age with me. They get better with use, they feel loved in, not old. I want to be more like that.
was a friend graciously modeling the clothes for me, and taking a moment to tell me a great story. it was one of my favorite photos I took of the day.
My little boy was whining for me to stay with him until he fell asleep, but I was overtaken by the last moments of evening light outside. I told him I was going to grab him some water, and instead headed outside to see and breath and take a few photos. This was one photo I managed to quickly take. And yes, I did bring him his water, and yes he was totally fine.
In these textiles, I was searching for a place not of simplicity, but of mindful craft, technique and lore. This seemingly simple tank is made from organic cotton, homespun and handwoven. An ode to the artisan, to stillness running deep, and to the natural.