Saturday, December 30, 2006
Ceramic Buttons on the Vest
These are some of my ceramic buttons. These are from high-fire clay and the glaze was fired at ^10 in a gas kiln. I thought I was going to get something else, but these were a kiln surprise. Then again, kiln surprises are what make working with clay fun.
Close Up Of Details of Vest
My Latest Vest
Wood Buttons
Monday, December 25, 2006
Jim's Latest Needle Cases
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Artful Socks
Peaceful Socks
Both pairs are made from Peace Fleece, a wool/mohair blend. Peace Fleece is wool that's made from a combination of fleece from sheep raised in Maine and sheep raised in Russia.
Hand wash cold water, lay flat to dry. DO NOT PUT IN THE DRYER!!!
$60.00 (USD) plus shipping.
If you're interested, please e-mail me at debthuman@zianet.com
Artful Socks
Wool, rayon, mohair and cotton. The foot is made from cotton, so it's a remarkably comfortable sock. These are tube socks and will wear longer than socks with heels in them. In hand knitted socks, it's the heel that wears first. With tube socks, you simply rotate the sock, and there's no heel to wear out fast.
Hand wash cold water, lay flat to dry. DO NOT PUT IN THE DRYER!!!!
$60.00 (USD) plus shipping.
If you're interested, please e-mail me at debthuman@zianet.com
Jim's Needle Cases
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Kadish
Misfit
Conforming Misfit
In Memory of my sister, Christina Marie Griffasi
1962-1997
I still have a hard time dealing with my sister's death. I thought making this ceramic doll would help. Her foot was mangled in real life, too. When she was a little more than a year old, my mother watched as she played in oven cleaner. After cleaning her off, my mother put the oven cleaner soaked shoe back on her foot. For hours, she yelled at my sister to stop crying. Finally, after at least four hours, she took my sister in to the hospital. My sister had second and third degree burns from the waist down. Her foot was burned the worse.
I had put holes in her hands because I had originally thought to put ski poles in her hands. Christina went skiing with friends and after watching her tear wild down the mountain, her friends asked her where she learned such great hot dogging. Christina told them she never learned to ski. The last run of the day, there was freezing rain. Christina went down the mountain with her eyes closed. That was my sister. She wasn't afraid of life.
Melonoma killed her in June 1997. My mother decreed that no one should tell me that my sister was sick or that she died. A friend called me to let me know that she had seen my sister's obituary in the paper.
Friday, November 10, 2006
How To Buy My Art
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Renaissance Faire
Jim and I got juried into the Las Cruces Renaissance Faire this year. Only a limited number of artists in each category are selected so this was a special accomplishment for us. This was Jim's third year, my first year. The was also the first year the Faire organizers allowed artists to share a booth. Jim's work needs to be displayed on tables, mine needs to be hung on walls.
I made the fabric panels from upholstery fabric. They need a little help. I put a pocket on the back of the panels so we could slip a wooden board into the pocket to stabilize the panels. For some reason, I didn't think to put a pocket behind each nylon cord. Next year - I'll have the bugs worked out.
Jim and his little pouffy pants
Me and my Tutu
The Renaissance Faire organizers require that artists be in costume - and this was mine. How shall I put this delicately? I failed to remember that restroom facilities consist of port-a-potties. The tutu had to be removed and the rest of the outfit is a jumpsuit. At least I didn't drop my tutu in the toilet.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
This Quilt Is Talking To Me, But I'm Not Hearing It
I woke up this morning with a quilt design dancing in my head, and I've been working on the quilt. I keep not being satisfied. I do some rearranging, then do another project so my brain gets a chance to think, and then go back to the quilt. I think I'm closing in on what needs to be done, but I'm open to suggestions.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Blue Painted Purse
Orange Painted Purse
Monday, July 31, 2006
Kyoto Jacket - Side Two
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Painted Purse with Hand Made Clay Beads
Painting White on White
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Fabric Painting
Sunday, June 25, 2006
My Body Doesn't Define Me
I never did like sex role stereotypes. People should be able to do the things they love to do without being critized for doing something only men or only women do. And so I made this quilt.
The uterus and fallopian tubes are made from metallic copper lycra. Yes, I have exercise clothes made from that lycra. I quilted the quilt with holographic thread. A fellow quilter introduced me to holographic thread a few years ago, and I'm not sure I could sew without it.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Anesthetic Doesn't Make It Go Away - What my mother said to me
These are some of the hurtful, hateful things my mother said to me and about me.
Don't be like your sister. One in the family is enough
You can't come with us to the cottage. You have to stay home and take care of your father.
You're not the only one in this family.
How come she gets all the boys and all I get are girls?
(This was about her sister in law who kept having sons and all my mother had were girls.)
You can't go to the party. You have to stay home and watch your brother.
You can't get married then. It's our bowling night.
Nobody likes you and you know that's true.
It was so peaceful while you were gone.
As I made the two quilts, I felt the memories growing smaller. Now, they don't seem to be a part of me anymore.
Anesthetic Doesn't Make It Go Away - What I wish I could have said
These are things I wish I could have said to my mother, but it wasn't safe.
The individual tear drops say:
Why won't anyone believe me?
I'd like to hit her so hard her false teeth fly out.
If I'm real quiet, maybe she won't hit me.
Motherhood requires something more than just being too stupid to use birth control.
Maybe if I'd been born a boy, she would have liked me.
Why did you steal the money I got for confirmation gifts?
I tried to kill myself when I was 11.
Art Injury
I pulled a hamstring when I was using the kick wheel in the clay studio, and I made a quilt to commemorate the event. On the right side of the quilt, I quilted "Ouch!" Across the top, "Art Injury." Across the bottom, "Pulled Hamstring." On the left side, "Massage," "Hot tub," "Rest."
Moral: before doing art, be sure to warm up and stretch out.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Healing Spirit Doll
Passover Doll
We were in a restaurant in Albuquerque the Friday before Easter when I saw many of the waitresses putting bunny ears on their head. I hoped that was for Easter and not what I was afraid it was for. And then a sculpture filled my head. I saw a doll with ears, wild hair, her heart on her sleeve, a tattoo on her chest, and the words: If it doesn't pay enough to live on, I don't need to know how to do it.
I was going to call it the Femist Backlash Doll, then I started thinking about Passover. Passover is a time of freedom from slavery. There are lots of things that enslave us - including sexist attitudes. And so she became the Passover Doll.
This doll also had a kiln surprise. The words on the front of her were in red, but they faded when she was fired the secnd time. Then again, how many times have women had to repeat themselves because men don't bother to listen to what we say?
Breast Cancer Angel
This is the doll I made in honor of a friend who has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I started squeezing clay, and this is the doll that came out of my hand. I had no idea I was going to make this doll. She also comes with a kiln surprise. I thought the glaze was going to be even, but there's a line shortly below the remaining breast. I've decided that's the radiation shield to protect the rest of her from radiation during radiation treatments.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
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