Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
a grand day out...and planning a for a fashion show with Made by Lex...
yesterday...after a conference call and a few hours of making stuff,
the BV girls headed out in Jane's Subaru, in another rain storm...
at 1:30 we arrived at the home of Alexis M. , of Made by Lex,
to work on styling for the upcoming fashion show ( tba )
by 1:35 we all had our original outfits off and were busy accessorizing an array of lovely, half finished gowns that Alexis has made from scratch and by re-arranging several thrift store finds.
amidst the billowing 1950's nighties and linen boy shorts, we adjusted and rummaged and tried on outfits. we rifled through our trunk of jewelry. we mixed lace with chains, bare shoulders with leather, and deep necklines with high collars ala 16th century via 1980's - Prince.
in Alexis's tidy, artistic studio....we plotted. we laughed. we pinned. we spent an exhilarating afternoon talking about Valentino, MC Queen, and Ricci. we discussed fabric and color, our obsessions and inventions.....
all the while Alexis's three, beautiful girls sat quietly and read to eachother or napped.
we left feeling so lucky. and so happy to be a part of an ever growing circle of talented, wonderful friends.
stay tuned as the adventures continue.......
the BV girls headed out in Jane's Subaru, in another rain storm...
at 1:30 we arrived at the home of Alexis M. , of Made by Lex,
to work on styling for the upcoming fashion show ( tba )
by 1:35 we all had our original outfits off and were busy accessorizing an array of lovely, half finished gowns that Alexis has made from scratch and by re-arranging several thrift store finds.
amidst the billowing 1950's nighties and linen boy shorts, we adjusted and rummaged and tried on outfits. we rifled through our trunk of jewelry. we mixed lace with chains, bare shoulders with leather, and deep necklines with high collars ala 16th century via 1980's - Prince.
in Alexis's tidy, artistic studio....we plotted. we laughed. we pinned. we spent an exhilarating afternoon talking about Valentino, MC Queen, and Ricci. we discussed fabric and color, our obsessions and inventions.....
all the while Alexis's three, beautiful girls sat quietly and read to eachother or napped.
we left feeling so lucky. and so happy to be a part of an ever growing circle of talented, wonderful friends.
stay tuned as the adventures continue.......
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
texture.....
i have been thinking about the texture of things ever since jane and i went to the legion of honor last tuesday to see
the cartier exhibit. ( the following blog link has a really nice overview of the show )
http://widespreadlife.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/cartier-legion-of-honor
while i'm thinking about texture, just now, i realize that i am running a strand of my hair over my lips. i have done this
for as long as i can remember...it's something to do while i'm thinking. it's very textural in a way, and it makes me wonder about the nature of texture. texture is a sense. it's a touch. a visceral feeling...but texture can be perceived visually with as much accuracy and sensitivity as with touch....
ahhh...cartier...
if you have never seen 1,000 diamonds, clustered together in a filigree tiara....well, i'm sure that you can imagine it anyway...
it is the texture of ice and sky and light magnified, multiplied and fractured.....
as i walked through this exhibit, i asked myself; if one diamond, one bit of platinum filigree is enough to be beautiful, why pile it up? why contextualize something already too exquisite, in a way that reduces it's singular value by multiplication?
texture.
to create a tapestry. a landscape, a forest, a creature, skin, feathers, fur, scales, ripples, rainbows, effervescence, bubbles, quills, silk, petals......slippery, sparkly, rough......to describe all of the things of life. with a vocabulary of gems....
the cartier exhibit. ( the following blog link has a really nice overview of the show )
http://widespreadlife.wordpress.com/2010/04/05/cartier-legion-of-honor
while i'm thinking about texture, just now, i realize that i am running a strand of my hair over my lips. i have done this
for as long as i can remember...it's something to do while i'm thinking. it's very textural in a way, and it makes me wonder about the nature of texture. texture is a sense. it's a touch. a visceral feeling...but texture can be perceived visually with as much accuracy and sensitivity as with touch....
ahhh...cartier...
if you have never seen 1,000 diamonds, clustered together in a filigree tiara....well, i'm sure that you can imagine it anyway...
it is the texture of ice and sky and light magnified, multiplied and fractured.....
as i walked through this exhibit, i asked myself; if one diamond, one bit of platinum filigree is enough to be beautiful, why pile it up? why contextualize something already too exquisite, in a way that reduces it's singular value by multiplication?
texture.
to create a tapestry. a landscape, a forest, a creature, skin, feathers, fur, scales, ripples, rainbows, effervescence, bubbles, quills, silk, petals......slippery, sparkly, rough......to describe all of the things of life. with a vocabulary of gems....
Saturday, May 1, 2010
long day's journey..
i have been thinking for a while now about how one gets from one place to another.
i talked at SV high school a few weeks ago at a career day forum. my co-panelist spoke about the rambling, tangled path from point A to point B. i have been thinking a lot about choice, luck, desire, hard work, direction, ambition, talent, and friends....
i wonder how decisions are made, and not made. i wonder why choices are made. i wonder why some people have burning desires for things that others don't want at all. i wonder, when i look at a pile of beautiful, broken bits of things...why i decide to put some together, and how many, much better combinations i am missing.i wonder how one choses the subject for a painting.
i wonder if one choses from a collection of available objects ( colors?friends? lovers? ) based on the contextual appeal, or if one just knows the right thing when it comes along....
i am currently, more than ever in my life, surrounded by amazing, talented friends. i feel like i would chose each one a million times over to be a part of my life. i've been realizing that being successful is really just being connected to people that you adore and respect and that feel the same about you. .....your friends love what you're doing, and you love what they do....there's mutual support that takes no extra effort. is there anything better?
i notice all of the time that a mutual influence spreads through ever widening circles so quickly. i am noticing how much the creative thoughts, ideas, inspirations, obsessions and creations of each of my friends has an influence on everyone we know.
is it luck, or magnetism, or astrology, or context that we are in such good company? did we make decisions in the past that lead inevitably to these meetings and influences?
at the end of the day, i feel incredibly lucky to be in such good company, and a part of what ever tangled mess it is that is my life.
i talked at SV high school a few weeks ago at a career day forum. my co-panelist spoke about the rambling, tangled path from point A to point B. i have been thinking a lot about choice, luck, desire, hard work, direction, ambition, talent, and friends....
i wonder how decisions are made, and not made. i wonder why choices are made. i wonder why some people have burning desires for things that others don't want at all. i wonder, when i look at a pile of beautiful, broken bits of things...why i decide to put some together, and how many, much better combinations i am missing.i wonder how one choses the subject for a painting.
i wonder if one choses from a collection of available objects ( colors?friends? lovers? ) based on the contextual appeal, or if one just knows the right thing when it comes along....
i am currently, more than ever in my life, surrounded by amazing, talented friends. i feel like i would chose each one a million times over to be a part of my life. i've been realizing that being successful is really just being connected to people that you adore and respect and that feel the same about you. .....your friends love what you're doing, and you love what they do....there's mutual support that takes no extra effort. is there anything better?
i notice all of the time that a mutual influence spreads through ever widening circles so quickly. i am noticing how much the creative thoughts, ideas, inspirations, obsessions and creations of each of my friends has an influence on everyone we know.
is it luck, or magnetism, or astrology, or context that we are in such good company? did we make decisions in the past that lead inevitably to these meetings and influences?
at the end of the day, i feel incredibly lucky to be in such good company, and a part of what ever tangled mess it is that is my life.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Beautiful Dixie Chicks
Some incredible, talented, strong women recently bought a bunch of our jewelry to wear on their
music tour. i have been thrilled to be able to call them clients...but until this morning, i really didn't think about
just what an honor it was to be in their company.
this morning, as i sat down to make some glovelettes and arm casts to send to them, i thought about these amazing women.
i listened to their cd, and watched" Shut up and Sing" again.
i am proud to be a small part of these women's lives. i am proud to be a part of something that i believe we all share...
partnership, love, art, music, friends, strength, beauty...
and, also, quite honestly, ...i'm intimidated as hell.
music tour. i have been thrilled to be able to call them clients...but until this morning, i really didn't think about
just what an honor it was to be in their company.
this morning, as i sat down to make some glovelettes and arm casts to send to them, i thought about these amazing women.
i listened to their cd, and watched" Shut up and Sing" again.
i am proud to be a small part of these women's lives. i am proud to be a part of something that i believe we all share...
partnership, love, art, music, friends, strength, beauty...
and, also, quite honestly, ...i'm intimidated as hell.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
art shows.....
these pics are for my friend Susie Lubell, a very successful, hard working artist and mom.... you should check out her fabulous, hilarious blog: Inner Toddler. i have been following her for over a year now....
there are so many parallels between the job of motherhood and the job of a professional artist.
among the many, striking similarities, the following is especially true of trunk shows/art shows and raising children:
you will never be able to prepare yourself for what is expected of you, despite the millions of hours spent trying...
you will always be: packing every thing but the one thing you really need, showing up early on the one day that everyone else is late, presenting yourself professionally in the one moment when no one is looking, expecting that everyone else has their shit together more than you do.....
there just ain't a manual.
these pictures were taken of an art space in SF where we had a show recently. the show opened at 6pm. these pictures were taken at 6:30ish. we were the only vendors there until 7.
it worked out beautifully in the end...just like you always hope it does.
there are so many parallels between the job of motherhood and the job of a professional artist.
among the many, striking similarities, the following is especially true of trunk shows/art shows and raising children:
you will never be able to prepare yourself for what is expected of you, despite the millions of hours spent trying...
you will always be: packing every thing but the one thing you really need, showing up early on the one day that everyone else is late, presenting yourself professionally in the one moment when no one is looking, expecting that everyone else has their shit together more than you do.....
there just ain't a manual.
these pictures were taken of an art space in SF where we had a show recently. the show opened at 6pm. these pictures were taken at 6:30ish. we were the only vendors there until 7.
it worked out beautifully in the end...just like you always hope it does.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Histories..
....this morning, listening to the tail end of a story about John Houston, i am moved to write about the beauty of history.
in this case, i am writing about personal history. yet...is there really such a thing? isn't history just what we share....?
my grandparents loved their generation. they were beautiful, wealthy, social....they spoke with the lilte of the movies and remembered the times when the moon shone on the water and the apple blossoms fell, and there were stars in their eyes. they remember crossing the bay in a ferry, San Francisco's first cars, the invention of the ball-point-pen, and dear letters; written from across the sea to each other.
last night, i dreamed that they were sitting in the entry way of a glamourous hotel...their backs to the door, as they watched an old movie on a black and white T.V.
this morning, i'm listening to someone talk about "The Breakfast Club". those weren't pretty times. i imagine that the same goes for WWII...
...and why reminisce with such affection?
our history is dear.
so, i wonder, as i mull through collections of delicate filigree, hand-painted cameos and tin hearts, how different is my reverence for the loving workmanship of these objects of the last century, from my unrepentant adoration of the shiny plastic lightning bolts of my generation?
in this case, i am writing about personal history. yet...is there really such a thing? isn't history just what we share....?
my grandparents loved their generation. they were beautiful, wealthy, social....they spoke with the lilte of the movies and remembered the times when the moon shone on the water and the apple blossoms fell, and there were stars in their eyes. they remember crossing the bay in a ferry, San Francisco's first cars, the invention of the ball-point-pen, and dear letters; written from across the sea to each other.
last night, i dreamed that they were sitting in the entry way of a glamourous hotel...their backs to the door, as they watched an old movie on a black and white T.V.
this morning, i'm listening to someone talk about "The Breakfast Club". those weren't pretty times. i imagine that the same goes for WWII...
...and why reminisce with such affection?
our history is dear.
so, i wonder, as i mull through collections of delicate filigree, hand-painted cameos and tin hearts, how different is my reverence for the loving workmanship of these objects of the last century, from my unrepentant adoration of the shiny plastic lightning bolts of my generation?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
hey...ya wanna see a lovely article about BV? check it!...
http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/localnews/ci_14773372>
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