27.4.12

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weaving again
this time with strips of plastic (white and clear)
and left over yarn my mom sent to me


 mixed feelings about using plastic.
(tacky)
I like the idea of repurposing things, but mostly 
it's so durable, things feel stronger.


I need the right zipper and then I'm turning it into a pouch

25.4.12

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today, rope-probably the last project for my fiber class
but one of my favorites
this one from strips of sheer fabric, plastic bags, copper wire and white threads
it feels powerful
I have a relationship of trust with it that I usually can't establish with things I make


Also I bought a Binchotan charcoal tooth brush
(from Merz Apothecary, maybe my favorite place in Chicago)

22.4.12

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Nobuyoshi Araki
really
is the most amazing

I posted a while ago about his book Chiro, My Love
now looking through a monograph of his work, Love and Death
no words

20.4.12

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anti drawing ink drawings

17.4.12

15.4.12

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Making & reading


book of the most beautiful drawings
totally inappropriate to share with others
(learning the hard way)


Poem of the Pillow and other stories
by Utamaro, Hokusai, Kuniyoshi
and other artists of the Floating World
Gian Carlo Calza

9.4.12

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first filming begins for final documentary
not a cooking show.
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Easter bread.
from a nice Ukrainian market
I would have made my own but
Easter isn't the same without my family

The problem with this bread
was that there was no egg in the middle,

and no sprinkles ..

7.4.12

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yesterday, ate&saw

6.4.12

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vertical development
store everything on the walls

5.4.12

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felt! !!!
stayed after class for more and more
and more

worried that I would loose all my hand skin
but this morning they feel normal again
and strong arms

2.4.12

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off the loom. a little gnarly
although, to be fair,
it was born out of a gnarly skein of sock wool
that I dropped while I was winding it into a ball
and could never untangle.

but I could pull it apart in sections for weaving
so it wasn't all lost, as I had feared

also some old silk from another lost project, it always
makes an appearance .