Hooray! I will be showing my Barbie Project at the Little Black Dress exhibit!
August 5, 2017 Show opens/First day of exhibit
Saturday, August 26, 2017 Public reception for artists
September 16, 2017 Show closes/Last day of exhibit
I photographed these Barbie dolls a few years ago, when I picked up a whole bag full of them from Freecycle for my granddaughter. Since they’d been in someone’s basement for years, I decided to give the girls a good bath. They looked so hilarious sitting all together on the sink drying that I started to photograph them. Then I washed their clothes as well and dressed them with all their clean duds, so of course, I found myself giving them all new hair dos! This too was hilarious because I was a 65 year old woman who never played with dolls and never had a Barbie. But I knew right then that I would eventually put them to good use in some textile art.
Before a backdrop of Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinham quotes, these Barbies remind us of the social pressures and norms, even today, that can exert psychological stress and harm as women struggle with our feminine identities in a misogynist culture.
“We are our bodies, and our bodies are not wrong, they are not ugly, they are not dirty, they are not too fat or too hairy or too tall or too masculine. Our consciousness doesn’t hover somewhere a foot above our heads; it’s embedded in every cell. We can’t damage our bodies without damaging ourselves; we can’t love ourselves and other women if we don’t love our own women’s bodies. And we can’t be honest in our feminism if we pretend that making choices to harm our bodies and conform to the dictates of a system that hates us is liberating and empowering.”
“It is not possible to preserve one’s identity by adjusting for any length of time to a frame of reference that is in itself destructive to it. It is very hard indeed for a human being to sustain such an ‘inner’ split – conforming outwardly to one reality, while trying to maintain inwardly the value it denies.”
― Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique
Here are some of my pages sent to the other member s of our ABC. I still have more to make. These are each 10 x 10 inch pieces, actually meant to be alternately in a book or hung on a wall. Some did a theme for all their pages but, as you can see, I was somewhat scatterd in my approach, unified only in that each piece was, to some extent, it was a WIP, known to quilters as a Work In Progress.
For Martha’s, Gently On The Rocks, I took something I had begun and not finished – a photograph of rocks that I overpainted. I then stitched them with free motion stitching. Since thiose were beach rocks, I added beach scenes with more rocks.
In Town was another already started and set aside. Then I got to printing a sheet of stamp sized abstract shapes that I had carved and then painted and I suddenly thought of adding them to this piece.
For Gabrielle I had already made a piece that began at a regional SAQA meeting using some circular thermafaxes that I think were Sue Bliewiess’ and some of my own images. But then I added a painted black edge to it with gold edging which doesn’t show up here.
For Nanette Zeller’s I started with some gelatin prints I ‘ve been wondering what to do with. I collaged more of my own images along with a snazzy piece on the bottom right which I received quite a few years ago in another artist swap and I don’t even remember who did it (the piece with beads on it.)
The most recent also began as a deconstructed screen print I’ve been eyeing for months. After staring at it for quite awhile now, I suddenly decided to free motion stitch the whole thing and I ended up loving it, and, BTW, so does she. It is , however, the worst photoi I think I ever took! Sorry!Next time I’ll show you the rest!
Meanwhile let’s go see what Nina Marie is doing today!
Sunrise is such a transient event only lasting mere moments, or sometimes only seconds.
In 1982 I travelled to Nicaragua with the North American Brigade to protest our US anti-Contra war and blockade against the Sandinistas. I just found a good, brief piece about this period in our history here, if you’re interested in knowing more.
The time there for us was fleeting and our influence not quite what we aimed for, but the memories of the people and the land and the politics – the relationships that may have been experienced for just a blip in time, have had lasting lessons and deeply felt beliefs, not to mention long-held memories of certain people that we would love and wish the best for, for a lifetime.
Here’s one of a much younger me with one of those young men (a boy really) who I think about still and hope his life has been a good one. My own sons at the time were just a little older than he was and planning on going into the military. If my boys were to be deployed there, I wanteed to know for myself what was going on there. After this trip, I sure as hell didn’t want my sons shooting at this child-army. Thankfully, they never had to.