Thursday, September 8

zen splortch.

secret lentil jersey tunic - hand made, hand dyed, zen splortch.


secret lentil jersey tunic - hand made, hand dyed, zen splortch.

  zen splortch.

Friday, September 2

Please admire my new bowl.



Pretend my hair is less messy. Thank you.

I just got a new bowl. Oh my goodness. It's so lovely. When you can't touch handmade ceramics ahead of time you can't really ... know them. As soon as I picked this up out of the box I knew I wanted to live with it for a long time.

Marie Nagy of  Kilnmaster Pottery made it. I know from chatting with her that she often uses a technique called soda firing, which is responsible for the gorgeous luster inside this beast.

luster

May I also add: packing ceramics is probably also an art, at least when you do it as well as she does. And yes, I looked it up: some of the soda involved is soda ash, just like you use for affixing dye to fabric with fiber reactive dyes. *sings "It's a small world"*

Saturday, August 27

So, this is happening. Upcycled Secret Lentil on Etsy

50+ upcycled Secret Lentil pieces at super discount prices -
now available on Etsy.
Skirts, shrugs, tunics, dresses, sweaters ...
I'm still adding more.
When they're gone, they. Are. Gone.

Click to see them all.


Sunday, August 21

artifacting: the creation of artifacts.


I remain interested in the creation of artifacts. We are drawn to objects with provenance, with history, drawn to things that show use, wear and repair. We want to see where others' hands have worked, want to place ourselves in relation to those hands, want to be a part of the world of making, unmaking and remaking. To be part of that is to enter the flow of time, without resistance.

The dark underbelly of this is that authentic provenance is often attached to authentic suffering: to people who lived and died so close to the ground that mending and reuse were linked to literal survival. I don't know how to reconcile our desire for such an aesthetic with our dark human desire (think diamonds and gold) to thrive on the fruits of the suffering of Others. I've spent my adult life, mostly in undramatic ways, trying to build a life of right action and connection that avoids as much of that as possible. A life I feel okay about. I'm not able to be heroic about it. I just do my best.

That's what has been milling about in my mind as I consider what to call this work. And that's why I settled on my own word instead of anything connected to other peoples' histories, struggles or traditions: I'm calling it artifacting. The creation of artifacts. I may have offended some people with my radical verb-making, but I'll take my chances with that crowd.

I assert that our desire for a decayed/repaired aesthetic still has intrinsic beauty, appeal and meaning without an attachment to ruthless consumption. So yes, artifacting is a conceit but it's an authentic conceit. It's my beauty, produced from my hands, to be delivered to you for your participation in the good, big flow of life.

You can click here to see what artifacted pieces I have available right now.

Monday, August 1

today in the studio ... fetch me a bucket


Oh I'm sure all the master pattern cutters of the world use bucket lids when they want a big hole in the side of a dress ... probably.