Saturday, October 14, 2017

started stitching again

Yesterday I started stitching again.
I needed to, so I did.
For me, stitching is like breathing.
Like heart beat.

Monday, October 09, 2017

artist talk

there are two significant things that I can say about this new body of work

left is my open heart, right is longing cloth side a
the first is concerning the dreamworld within us

clouds of pale spaces
similar to nature's open horizon views
full of small marks that distract just the right amount
left is Bidwell, right is my open heart
the eye wanders
and so does the mind
bouncing and leaping from memory to future desires

our inner world
the cloud in me
the open spaces beg to be touched
cloud of time
'pet me
caress me' they say

touch helps us get to the dream world inside
the unique but repetitive marks touch the eye
the other significant thing about the work
is the process of making it

each of the pieces went through several experiences
to eventually arrive at simplicity
left is longing cloth side B, middle is earth and air, right is Sisu 
destruction and reparation
being ripped
having holes cut
earth and air
most use damask table-cloths
all went through the washer and dryer
some several times

this to embed their texture
and give them the beauty of
aged quilted cloths
left is Sisu, right is Bidwell
 two of them bled
basic goodness
This post shows images of the seven new pieces in the exhibition The Cloud In Me up now at the David Kaye Gallery in Toronto, until October 29 2017, posted for those who do not live near Toronto.

For those who live close enough, I hope that you will find time to visit the work in person.

Thursday, October 05, 2017

The Cloud In Me

The Cloud In Me - exhibition of my new work

Open to the public today at the David Kaye Gallery in TORONTO!!!! 
opening reception is on Saturday October 7.

More information here. 

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

rain bow cloud with sea monster

This morning at breakfast she said 'grand mom, you're old'
I said that was true.
I asked her how she could tell.  'is my hair old?
She nodded.
'Is my leg old?'
She stroked my arm.  "your arm is old"

She looked at my face.  "your face is old"
She looked at my eyes.  "your eyes are old'

Are they crinkly? I asked her.
She looked carefully at them, crinkling up her eyes.
And nodded.

Monday, October 02, 2017

I'm here

My work is grounded in the phenomenological idea that the sense of touch is the most effective way to make an emotional connection with others.   Judy Martin

I am in Toronto, delivering my new body of work to David Kaye Gallery today for installation.  Here is the text that David sent out to his subscribers in an email.

Please join me from 2:00 - 4:00 p.m. on Saturday, October 7th to meet textile artist JUDY MARTIN and view her amazingly stitched thread wall drawings/objects. Never one to sit idle without needle and thread JUDY has created an incredible body of work. She says, "The exhibition it is about the process of making and the stitched objects are just the evidence of time and labour. Making things by hand is a very positive and nurturing thing for anyone to do. Creating the pieces for this exhibition has been healing for both my body and spirit."

I have been looking forward to (and working towards) this day for a year.  So excited. xo

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

We are not ashamed of our helplessness

No one really wants to have perfection - we dream about perfection
 I am not what I am.  I am what I do with my hands
A work of art doesn't need to be explained.  If it doesn't touch you, then I have failed.

All text in this post from art 21 video interview with Louise Bourgeois. (including the title)
The images are from July.   The quilt shown in them has since been undone and now I am re-doing it for that exhibition in October.

I have been hunkered down with my needle and hoop for the months of August and September.  I am so focused on finishing up the large pieces for this show that I feel my self becoming lost.  And I've started to think that in the big picture of our world, an exhibition of my quilts is only a speck.

I do.  I un do.  I re-do.  Louise Bourgeois
Art is a guarantee of sanity.  Louise Bourgeois

Saturday, September 16, 2017

the cloud in me

I visited Connie yesterday.
Our visits are more emotional now.
She moved into a nursing home August 8.  She is 89.
I've written a bit about her before, here and here.
When we met I was in my early 40's and she was in her late 60's.
Actually, she is the same age as my mother would have been if she were still alive.

She has such yearning.
I reminded her that she has an inner cloud of memories inside her.
And dreams. 
She said that the memories made her sad....but I think that will change.
I think they will save her.
Images are of finished new work for my exhibition in October.
 still one more large one to go xo

Sunday, September 10, 2017

more softness

I feel awe every day
when I look out at the sun glittering on the water
and every night when the moon does the same thing.
I live in a lonely beauty.
Manitou means God.  Manitoulin Island is Spirit Island,

and this spiritual place is embedded in my stitched art.
This work also is based on the ideas of destruction and reparation
and more softness.

More humility.
Life changes in an ordinary instant.
We bleed.
My work is done in a rush of slow.

It gives me self-healing.
I hope that it communicates something to the inner inner of my viewers.
This piece arrived for me without too much thinking,
in a rush,
It came out of an almost erotic inner dreamworld
very sensuous and intuitive,
and then my hands touched and touched it.

I stitched and stitched
through the spring
throughout the summer
and now it is September
and all the while i knew it was art and yet it was also something else.
A healing cloth.
I felt myself becoming whole.
inner symbols
almost a mandala
My work holds the whirl of each day
the rush of time
the emotions of life

I'm just doing the best I can.