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There was a tiny bit of practicing of Jude's wrapped bar stitch on the rooftop with Deb's thread (matching her sky cloth above), while remembering the tedious work of trying to do the short and long satin stitch that Grandma used to fill spaces. Jude's method was much more manageable and doable.
Another ferry boat day with a friend, from downtown Seattle across the bay and through an inlet to Bremerton. I always enjoy the waterbirds... especially the cormorants, with their long elegant necks.
(Aside- A customer from Australia wrote because a piece mailed at the end of November had not arrived yet. After some investigation it appears it made it to the post office, but there was a mix-up in the address (we're not sure how), and it's on its way back to me... Hopefully, it will make it here and have the energy to make another trip! Can I just say how kind and upbeat her emails were, and what a difference it made in my worry levels.)
On the other side of the bay, we sat by the water eating our sack lunches- talking about our boys, books, recipes, moderation vs abstinence, etc... A clear day with seals barking and a quick glimpse of one (it's under the water here, if you would care to imagine it).
A view from the walkway that leads off of the ferry to downtown. This alley must be so pretty at night.
"Third Quarter" by Liz Tran
Before parting ways, we went into a gallery where Liz Tran is having an exhibit. A local artist who's work I find joyful- full of color and textures.
(Aside: I first saw her work last summer. She and other artists installed beautifully painted paper lanterns in a local park. A place where folks play basketball on the court, garden in the pea-patch, and some call home. It felt like a happy gift to the community.)
And then I came home and stitched a tree.
I think her name is Hilda.
These have been good days.
Posted at 07:39 PM in art, community, Deb Lacativa cloth & thread, friend, grateful, Jude Hill- Spirit Cloth, light, painting, stitching, trees, water | Permalink | Comments (12)
A slow cloth started for Solstice, for light, for hope...a gift to myself. A Threadcrumb moon, and a rainbow of scraps from Jude, Deb and Tina.
Everything is as made, baked, wrapped, decorated, and decked as it's going to be. Now it's time for sitting still and snacking on spritz cookies.
A Yahrzeit candle has been lit for Dad. Tomorrow will be two years.
The three of us will have a quiet day tomorrow, with some zooming with Blue. There is much to grateful for here in our little blue house.
Wishing you all peace, comfort and joy. With love, Hazel 💙
Posted at 05:14 PM in community, connection, Deb Lacativa cloth & thread, family, grateful, indigo, Jude Hill- Spirit Cloth, light, memories, peace, stars, stitching, ThreadCrumbs Shop | Permalink | Comments (28)
So it seems photos come and go now... me, too.
Back to the murder nightmares, balanced with dreams of making salads and trying to host parties while having the house evaluated/judged by a stranger.
If you have Netflix, do watch "My Octopus Teacher." It's beautiful. It brought back so many water memories. (Including skinny dipping nights in the Pacific with a girlfriend back in college.)
The "Rhythm" booklet has found a home, it is now a part of the Bainbridge Island Museum of Art, Cynthia Sears Collection! Inspired by Langston Hughes' wonderful book, The First Book of Rhythms, creating it was a meeting place of a love of books, language, cloth and stitching for me.
Many of the techniques in Jude's workshops were used in the making- weaving, integrated applique, cloth layering, etc. I'm full of gratitude to her, Velma and Catherine who have all had roles in guiding the way. This community is a heart filling thing.
There is a video of looking through the book over on Instagram, click HERE to see... Also, you can click on the "Rhythms" category below to read old posts about the process, if you like.
Posted at 10:08 AM in booklet, community, drawing, dreams, friend, grateful, Jude Hill- Spirit Cloth, painting, rhythm, stitching, Velma Bolyard | Permalink | Comments (19)
It’s hard to do things on the phone, so I’m not sure how this will go… My computer is in the basement with a fan blowing on it for four days, then I will lay hands on it, turn it on, and hope.
Today was a new day. The air is a little worse again, a little more yellow. In sympathy with that, I cut this square from the stack of beautiful cloths that Tina had sent. That was one of the very nice things that happened this weekend. Thank you for sending rainbows 🌈 Tina!
I noticed the small bit of blue in it, reminding me of hope, that the blue skies are still there, somewhere behind the smoke and drear that is 2020. About last night...
While watching the SWAT guys strap their guns on in front of our home, I recognized a teen and mom standing across the street. He had been a student at my last school job, I had given him rides to school when he was in kindergarten, seven years ago. I hadn’t seen them in a couple of years. They live on the block below us. There was a sinking feeling...
Passing one of the groups of police, I went over to talk with them. It was their house. Their relative. He was going crazy, destroying their home.
“I’m so sorry. Can I get you anything?”
She asked for wine.
“White or red?”
Red.
I brought it in a travel coffee mug with a lid, passing the police group again.
Social distancing was ignored for a moment as I quickly wrapped my arm around the teen (I was masked). “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
They said he’s been snowballing, that He just couldn’t take it anymore.
The last hour was very quiet, we listened, hoping to hear nothing, but knowing that he probably had a gun.
When the SWAT guy was taking down the barrier tape, I went outside and asked him what had happened. He said that they had to go in, but everything was peaceful.
A Black man didn’t die.
I said that I hoped G would get the help that he needed, and thank you.
So today I worked on putting blue into the sky.
Again, I don’t know how this will go on my phone. It’s hard on my eyes and my fingers are clumsy.
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I think things are ok. Thank you all for your thoughts and care.
I feel worn out, but grateful that... The guys are home. Mom's area has been lowered to Level One ("Be Ready"). Our area is still smoky and the air quality is unhealthy, but at a lower number than yesterday, and it's not quite as yellow out there. The neighborhood is quiet.
I don't know what happened to the man. His family, including his elderly mother, were outside in the smoky air for over four hours, as three different negotiators tried to talk to him.
I sat here at my window listening, meaning to work, not taking a single stitch, made another painting. Held him, his family, and the police in my thoughts- hoping he would come out, hoping they wouldn't go in.
Then thinking, "If this goes bad, I don't want the memory of gunshots here."
While gathering things to move to another room, they began playing a message from his mom. "Hi G, this is Mom. Please talk to the officers. We just want to be sure that you're ok and get you the help that you need. We love you. Please."
They played it over and over. It was heartbreaking.
An officer on the sidewalk was saying that they might leave and see if that would help.
I decided to go to a friend's, and just as I was leaving, so did all of the police, negotiators, ambulance...
The guys were here all evening, and heard nothing.
A little bit ago, a police car parked on our street and walked down. They weren't gone long.
Hopefully, G is ok.
Again, thank you for your emails, comments and thoughts. They and a couple of other nice things lifted my spirits in the middle of all of this... more next time, I hope you all are safe and well, oxo.
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I've been alone for two days. The guys had planned to go to K's family cabin in Oregon with a stop at his sister's near Portland. That's as far as they got.
Instead they stayed with her, offering support, and helping to gather essentials and valuables for possible evacuation. My mom is in the town next door, closer to the fires. She has had a "Be Ready To Go" evacuation order for a couple of days. Rain is supposed to come tomorrow and as of today it seems things will be ok.
I wanted to add a piece of my childhood soft sheet to the new piece. It's thin enough that it can be torn with fingers, so it was stitched to a layer of muslin for support. This bit had been put into indigo.
More smoke came yesterday, heavier and leaving a layer of ash on everything. I called my mom a few times. I wished for the guys to come home. I crammed cloth into the gaps of the old windows.
Looking toward downtown this morning. It's even smokier and there is a yellow haze over the world.
This keeps growing. Maybe it will be a blanket.
These have not been the relaxing days alone that I wished for.
They'll be home tonight.
(All of the post above was written this morning.)
Now:
Police have barricaded the street on the other side of our block, at that first intersection in the photo above. A negotiator has been talking on a speaker, asking a man to come out of his house. This has been going on for two hours. He is asking him to come out with nothing in his hands, and promising that he will do the same. Validating the man's fear of the police, promising that he just wants to talk, to find out why he has barricaded himself in the house, but being clear that if he doesn't come out they will go in. More and more police are arriving.
I sit here listening and worrying and holding my breath about what will happen next.
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This week was hot for here (which makes me grumpy), I decided to rearrange/clean out the studio (it got so much worse in the process), and I sliced my pointer finger (right where the needle sits while stitching). It's cooled off a bit, the room is almost better, and I can hold a needle again...so some progress.
A new block by a young artist created with @sjsacademy arrived. Her message honors Chief Standing Bear, a Ponca chief and Native American civil rights leader. In 1879, he was the first to successfully argue in the U.S. District Court that Native Americans are "persons within the meaning of the law."
The blocks arrive with the pieces tacked down with craft glue. My job is to secure the fabrics, embellish and add context to the piece. The base cloth felt too white and thin to work on, so I added a layer of muslin around the center design. It was cloth that had gone into a fading indigo vat so it has just a touch of blue here and there. It makes me think of the sky.
The artist wished for Sitting Bull's quote, "I myself would rather die an Indian than live a white man." I'm wishing for Liz's skill with stitching words.
Posted at 12:08 PM in community, process, Social Justice Sewing Academy | Permalink | Comments (8)
In remembrance of Michael Brown (1996-2014)
Social Justice Sewing Academy Remembrance Project
Next it will travel to those who will quilt and stitch it and other blocks into "activist art banners for local and national activist organizations who have requested creative statements to be publicly displayed that represent solidarity as well as remembrance. This partnership will create a visual statement to memorialize those who have been unjustly murdered by police, racial vigilantism, or as a result of their gender, sexual orientation and other forms of identity politics. These artivism blocks will honor the lives of individuals through symbolism and portrait. Their names and identities will be displayed during community activism events reminding the world that their lives mattered."
(Please visit the link above to learn more about the project and other empowering work of this wonderful organization. This line in their description strikes my heart... "When you take a step back and look at the sheer size of the exhibit you realize the tragic fact that you will run out of volunteers long before you run out of names.")
That little silver starred blue patch in the middle right is a scrap of mama love. A bit of the cloth that was used in both Blue's and Moon's baby quilts. A gift from K. when I was pregnant with Blue, and finally feeling safe enough to hope he would really come. Now, ages 22 and almost 18, my boys are here, filled with ideas and hopes, with their whole lives ahead of them.
Michael should be a 24 year old young man now, he should be making the music he loved, working at a job that his college education would have led to, hanging out with friends, living and filling his life with ideas and hopes.
This time of stitching this block and thinking on what I've been able to learn about Michael have been a journey. Reading the stories about Michael's killing, the two sides of it- He had problems/he had promise, he jaywalked and shoplifted/he was joking around, he charged the officer/he had his hands up and called "Don't shoot!".... It's easy to get lost in the "He said/He saids" of it all. But they don't matter.
What is true is that he was an unarmed human being who is now dead.
There is so much to muddle through in anti-racist work, inside and out. As a mama, a white woman and a human being, I worried about getting this square Right. Not for me, but in honor of Michael and those who loved him. I know that it isn't possible, there is no "Right" in any of this. I'm learning that it's important to being willing to be uncomfortable, unsure, wrong, and to keep trying, to do better for Michael, for those who loved and lost him, and for so many others... for all of us.
Posted at 05:08 PM in community, hope, Michael Brown, prayers, Social Justice Sewing Academy, society, stitching, truth | Permalink | Comments (20)
Thank you, everyone for all of the kind supportive comments on yesterday's post. I love how we hold hands in this circle.
Last night cloud and wing shapes were basted on.
This morning I woke up early and wanted to get right to stitching- to see if the ideas might work, and with a little anxiety about getting this done by the July 8th deadline.
Feathers were basted all day long, with thoughts of Michael. Thinking of the cloud angel he saw. Imagining him in wings, rising to a better world where he might be free.
Moon looked at Michael's photos, listened to his story, and is taking an interest in this piece. That does my heart good. He'll turn eighteen next month, the same age Michael was when he was killed. This project breaks and fills my heart.
Posted at 07:39 PM in community, healing, Michael Brown, Social Justice Sewing Academy, society, stitching | Permalink | Comments (16)