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Making: Old lady doilies and practice

It really didn’t take long before I got bored of making my webs in single or double crochet. I’m not bored of looking at them yet, but I don’t think that’s really a compliment to my crocheting skills (more to a vibrant imagination!)

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So for practice (and decoration that really annoys boys) I started making old lady doilies. Out of some (supposedly) silk wool I got with Lenny (over at RunnyCustard Photography).

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More to follow! And hopefully be able to see the fruits of my effort in a new project to come!

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Art, Women, Feminism: Part 2

So in part 1 we established a quick and dirty history. It was a very quick history as this series is an unfinished musing of my own thoughts. I’ll continue to research and amend it and you could too, if you like.

I think the 70’s are unfairly remembered as just the time when a bunch of communist hippies planted flowers, but the movements in the 70’s really opened art (and life) up to groups that were traditionally not directly involved or marginalised. Macramé was the beginning of a lot of embarrassing fashion for my parents generation, but in art, it opened up new materials to be looked at in the context of fine art. Essentially, where was art meant to go after minimalism? Where do you go with traditional techniques once you’ve pared it down to it’s component parts? And what do you do with it when photography is accepted as the more ‘realistic’ technique.

Obviously, some painters found their own direction and there are still some today that are moving in new directions with painting. Photographers, too, have moved beyond the basics of just capturing life as it happens. The addition of new techniques and materials, such as those textile-based crafts opened up a new area of exploration and a new arena for those groups that weren’t involved in art before. The inclusion of traditional ‘women’s work’ allows for the inclusion of more women in art.

This is not to say that there were not female artists before this. They did exist. There were women impressionists (even a ceramist, thank you BBC) and Jackson Pollock’s wife was an established artist, to name a new.

The modern art movement and it’s American post-war counterpart, American Expressionism movement, was still dominated by men, but the women in their lives were artists and played a huge role in the making of this art, if only for their infinite patience. However, there are some larger-than-life female characters in the modern art saga like Peggy Guggenheim.

Eventually women were begun to be recognised as artists in their own right, with their own voices (without any token status). Some artists that come to mind are Frida Kahlo, Barbara Hepworth, and some textile art in the upper gallery of the Tate Modern by Marisa Merz.

Marisa Merz, as part of the Arte Povera movement, explores a lot of the art and life, home, and femininity ideas that interest me as well. She includes craft and traditional ‘women’s work’ to explore these themes.

The British Museum held a twitter debate on craft and it’s role now and some major themes of it were it’s traditional role, it’s social nature, and art vs. craft. Craft has the added value of traditionally and continually being a social arena. Traditionally a women’s ‘club’ to sit around together and talk and socialise, which has continued (with both genders) today. This is a very valuable contribution in a world (and a city) that can be very antisocial.

The distinction between art and craft was also discussed especially in terms of maintaining that distinction as two different, but equal methods. So one will not devalue or change the nature of the other.

However, for my work, I think that my craft doesn’t have to be just art or just craft. It can perform multiple roles both traditional, traditional female, and avant garde in the big, masculine? art world. It can be a social, fun expression of traditional techniques for both genders and a form of artistic expression for both genders. Since craft hasn’t found it’s place yet  in it’s rediscovery, if you will, it is still malleable. It’s not defined. It can be whatever you or I want it to be, Art or craft, art or Craft, for both genders.

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Art, Women, Feminism: Part 1

I may be as the Boy describes me, a Radio 4 Woman’s Hour enthusiast, but a few weeks ago, and more recently they highlighted the crafty work of four women. I only wrote down two names, unfortunately. Penny Anderson embroiders samplers, but in a very modern way. Sarah Greaves embroiders household objects (stitches on the object, not stitches a representation of that object).  They also discussed the artwork of other women determined to break free of their gendered boundaries and striving to rewrite art history, including women this time. The ideas discussed greatly interest me for a few reasons: I love a good underdog (I am American), I’m a woman, and I’m an artist working in traditional craft technique (of one sort or another).

Now before this becomes entirely uninteresting to at least 50% of the population, I want to explore the idea of discussing feminist-related topics at all. I mean surely, we’re all equal now. Yes, well I think for the most part we are equal in overt terms, which is pretty good considering the historical precedent. I also think there is some work to do in the covert arena of equality. Equality itself brings about all sorts of discussions about equality and fairness and the sort, which won’t be discussed here, now. My point is that despite that women have it pretty good in England (even with good old David), let alone the western world , despite this, it is hugely important to maintain that discussion. Within language is the ability to express thoughts, feelings, and ideas. To keep this up and to maintain and improve out society, a discussion is important.

So discuss I will. Art and craft and men and women. Is art the realm of men and craft that of women? And where is its place now? I’ll be discussing this through a several part blog post, published over the next three weeks or so. In regards to its academic merit, I studied Art History at university, albeit I have not yet done specific research into this topic nor am I an expert in feminism. In reality, under an academic guise, this series is essentially slightly more than my own musing.

In the western tradition, painting and painters were thought of more like carpenters. They worked with their hands, unlike the poets who were primarily employees of the specifically cerebral. So at this point there was no difference between art and craft, but women’s work, such as knitting, stitching was just that, women’s work. Occasionally it made its way into some still life painting or a portrait. Then came the big name celebrity brands of the Renaissance and enter the artists of Leonardo and Michaelangelo. However, these artists were still essentially public sector employees. They worked for a powerful family, usually also the head of state, bringing admiration on the family for being so clever as to have employed such a man. After a while, there were the romanticists (19th century I believe?) during which time it was okay for artists to be more than employees. The more eccentric the better. This was only encouraged during the modernist period. Artists are now AAArtists, with free reign to do whatever they like, preferably irresponsible, poor, and working with traditional methods.

And then, with great help from Duchamp’s readymades, Braque’s illusions in cubism, and political changes making their way into the art world, less-traditional materials became proper art as well. See the Happenings, environmental art, and installation art. A lot of new materials started to be used during the 1970’s. the 1970’s was also a great time for feminists and women artists started to make more noise and traditional ‘women’s work’ not only became the subject of art, but the materials became used to make art.  The boundaries between personal and political, personal and artistic really broke down. Knitting, Macramé, fabric became less materials in and of the home and more acceptable to express the inner feelings of artists.

The majority of art history, however, is punctuated by male artists, for whatever reason using traditional techniques (paint, sculpture, etc). And this is not to say female artists don’t exist or that they didn’t find their way into posterity, but that there are far fewer. Probably that proper women didn’t do art and improper women were too busy working. It could also be that women are muses, not artists. Women are the subject, not the do-er. Women are the noun, not the verb. (Try to find a male nude that isn’t super feminine, and bonus points if you find a male muse prior to 1960. Seriously, I’m interested in that!)

Women could also not be in the art history books because they traditionally haven’t been. If there was overt sexism when the history was being written, then women weren’t included in that and because primary sources form such a basis of modern history, this type of information just wasn’t saved.

I hope that this very fast, impatient, and musing history gives a bit of a background for the next set of rambles. The next part of the series will discuss if this has changed and by how much in the contemporary period. It will also involve craft in order to explore if this could have helped the female to male ratio of artists.

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Maps and/of Memory

I think anyone that lives in London develops a strong relationship to two maps: the A to Z and the iconic London Underground map. The A-Z gets crinkled, written on, places frequented are circled, phone numbers are written on pages and gradually this ubiquitous map becomes like a diary. It’s a visual memory of life, more like a date book or a calendar than a journal.

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For me, London is a place of very strong memories and experiences and my A-Z reflects this. I used to trace my route on it until it started to get impossible to use it for any other route. It is a visual chronicle of my time here. (It will be two years at the end of this month.)

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I wanted to pursue this further and so I want to embroider these routes on a map. I want to trace where I’ve been, possibly colour-coded.

I know it’s more like an actual code. Like I said, it’s not a journal. The memories aren’t explicit, but they can be visualised. I plan on, after embroidering a map, on embroidering dissolvablefabric with the same pattern and dissolving the fabric, which will leave only the lines, an abstract pattern.

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Another Set of ReCLAIMmation

One sunny day near to Liverpool street, I serediptiously dropped more webs around.

 

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A bit late…Craft Disaster

I had all these plans for  great update on my projects and took a bunch of photos in the lovely sunshine. Then I realized that I didn’t have a cord to the camera I was using and totally messed up my knitting projects at least once. I threw the one out the window into the tree. I cannot be the first and only knitter to do that.

Once, my mom, in an effort to fix her favourite coffee cup, glued herself to the cup, the handle, and the counter top. The cup and the handle were still separate and my dad had to come with the nail polish remover and save my mother from the glue.

I’ve also been following Regretsy, a forum for mistakes that don’t get thrown out the window into trees and a quick Google search supplies endless images of craft disasters.

So this week, I’m copping out and asking you! yes you! for your knitting or crafting horror stories. Please share.

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The Future as I Declare

The past year or so has been an adventure in planning the rest of my life. Aside from freaking out, near breakdowns, and, of course, the good times, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with myself, what to pursue, what not to,  how I want to live and how I will afford to eat.

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This year has witnessed big changes and it doesn’t look like things will slow down anytime soon. I’ve graduated, left everything behind and moved countries, and will graduate from grad school soon. I’ve moved in with my boyfriend into a tiny little room and we’re working on getting money together to move. We’re working on being happy with each other.

I’ve always felt that I wanted to be idealistic, because why not? Why be ‘realistic’ and have no hope of utopia? I’ve always wanted to pursue what I love and I’ve always wanted my life to be my job, not the other way around. Life’s too short to spend five out of seven days a week miserable. The only question has been what and how.

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As part of my degree and, perhaps, despite my degree, I’ve been writing for theHub, an online magazine. It never occurred to me to write about art before. To reflect on my own insights, coherently form them in words, and share it with others is so satisfying. I do hope I can continue to write and pursue ideas to share. Maybe I have a writing career ahead!

So much of what I do, though, involves art, but passively. I’ve studied it in its historical context. I write about art and live with the most creative person I’ve ever known. So unsurprisingly, I’ve been rediscovering my artistic roots. I’ve re-discovered my passion for art after being one of the many souls that got talked out of a career in the arts in favour of a scientific one. (Thank goodness I changed my major to art history before the end!)

My skills in art are sadly lacking, and I am not pretentious enough to take what I make seriously enough. Also, no matter how good things look they lack an important je ne sais pas if they cannot be used.

Kate on her blog Needled wrote a post about how the repetitious things in life seem to also be the ones that are the most endearing, the most missed when they’re gone. I think that when you use things, actually use them to the point of leather shoes conforming to your feet or gloves conforming to your fingers, they become meaningful in a way that just looking cannot achieve.

Kate’s wonderful blog and the other amazing knitters that I’ve been reading about and talking with have really inspired me, as trite as that sounds. It’s made it okay to myself that I’m a knitter not as artist per se and it’s made me want to combine the two for myself, in my own way.

I’m knitting a chess set and designing my own patterns. I’ve decided that my career path is knitting and World, you’d better watch out.

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