Before the storm

Under the golden light, Q. Cassetti, 2010, mixed mediaLots of kids and activity here yesterday. Alex got a golf game in despite the rain. Kitty worked at the makeup company, Silk Naturals helping to put together a series of mini kits. It seems to be quiet work, but it makes Kitty happy.

The grass is thick and lush…and LONG. Another day of promising rain, first thing this morning. Poor Chet, the lawnmower man, will have to put bigger tires to raise his mower up to clear this long, long grass. We took Shady out last night and I threw pinecones (Shady’s passion) into the brush and she, poor driven thing, went “to ground” to find the cone, coming out of the greenery wrapped in “velcro weed” and absolutely covered with seeds. She was patient and very sweet letting me comb her to get the green prickles out of her long dark hair. I am thinking that maybe she gets another haircut today.

This picture is another in the works. I think I like the components better than the overall…and may chop it up and see if I can make a pattern block or two from this. The triangular tulip could make a nice repeat as well as the yellow posies. I have mounted a few patterns to Spoonflower, but the catch before the patterns go live, I think I have to order a swatch to proof it. So, that’s where the money is. I am going to make some pillows out of a bee fabric or two…and I have these cool tibetian charms (golden bees) that I would like to sew around the edges…Could be really nice.

I have been going a bit crazy with the charms and bee stuff. They are really cheap on ebay from Asia…and want to package them up for sale on Etsy. The bees are dear, and the religious ones…well…are religious (which for me is **!!).

I finished up the teeshirt for the Pourhouse…They seem pleased. More stuff for the big client…There is a down and back to Corning in late afternoon for Kitty’s teeth. Big day.

Hermione Camp is Mr. White. We took her to the doctor and after a lot of flipping him around—they ruled he wasnt a she. New sex, new name…

Midweek shuffle.

In the Garden, Q. Cassetti, 2010, pen and ink.Seems like rain right now. Humid and cool, which I love…but dark. I wrangled the trash and recycling to the curb this morning with Shady sitting placidly admiring my efforts. But, its all there…and now all I have to do is wait with baited breath for the rumbling truck and friendly people come to fetch it. Fingers crossed (as every week) that maybe, just maybe, they will take our organized load.

Yearbook meeting was good yesterday. We will meet next week with a planner and the first half schedule in front of us to be able to do more accurate lesson planning. I told them about Rick Smolen’s “Day in the Life” series…which made me feel quite ancient as it wasn’t exactly yesterday…and how we will use that idea to spring into the conversation and focus on telling stories with pictures. I went on Alibris and bought used copies of these books (a few less than $7.00 a piece). I have other ideas around this…that has some energy around it. It was interesting to hear that other principals in the area were told about our project and there seems to be some interest around doing a Lulu Yearbook too. I think there might be a little money around creating templates for these yearbooks to make it easier for the schools to do this. My guess is the big Yearbook companies have not had the wind let out of their sails re: on demand printing…as they had these small schools in their palm…without the product/or offering changing much…except for the price hitting everyone’s pocket. I like the idea that we can change this a bit..and make this publication available to everyone at a fair price.

Kitty signed up for her Orientation project. Hampshire offers all sorts of cool things to do during orientation as a way of self selecting groups. There are things from paper mache and bookbinding, to white water kayaking and canoeing, to poetry, to “pranking”, to building structures in nature (Kitty picked). Today, we need to launch into looking and picking courses…There is not much time. But, that’s done. Alex has a regents test, breakfast with friends at the Falls, and a round of golf after the test. Sounds pretty dreamy. Another summer of a course membership for Alex (really inexpensive)…so I am delighted he is going to press it into action.

Gloria comes in today (Red eye to NYC, NYC to Syracuse and the new add, the Syracuse airport to airport shuttle to Ithaca). So there is a lot of excitement around that.

Bright morning

Between nectar and the sun, Q. Cassetti, 2010, pen and inkSummer beckons. We are on the verge of that slow time. A week or so longer of scheduled tests, time with friends, and finally graduation. Kitty has a few things to do…and then there is outside work to begin with Nigel. I have a mountain to attack of work, planning and getting my act in gear for the summer and finally prep for next fall. Lots of little things that add up that perhaps I can chip away in the next few days to reduce the pile.

I did something wild yesterday. I ordered some new software. I ordered Manga Studio, a software program that focuses on inking, drawing, tones, bubbles that are the tools for manga and comic drawings. I also have the only book, a “dummies’ guide to this software. I hope there is a link to a pdf guide too.This tone component and the brushes are what intrigues me that painter doesn’t provide. Nor does illustrator…where there are work arounds, but not the tool for that sort of thing. If it doesn’t work out, ah well…but it may give me some alternative approaches to the current and future work. We’ll see.

The bees evolve. I am thinking about the isolated queens and how she spends her life. I am thinking about how historical houses accomodated bee hives into the exterior walls of their houses, or nested into the walls surrounding the compound. Bee keeping was predominantly was women’s work—knit into the cooking, care of the family, gardens and house and home keeping. The queen is the center of her hive—focused on her job of creating the future of her community through her continual egg laying. She is tended by nurses and attendants who create the honeycombs, who tend to the larvae and who develop and feed the future queen(s).

I have a yearbook recap and discussion today. I woke up this morning with the process and thinking figured out. It is about story telling through pictures using examples (the Rick Smolen books, Elliot Erwitt, some of the Black Star photographers, Annie Leibowitz ) of how others do this. The yearbook is all about photo journalism…creating dynamic content that can go into a very simple shell, format that will allow good images cropped well….and that is the purpose. Everyone knows about picture taking. Everyone cannot take a good picture because they haven’t thought about it.

On to the work.

Tom Buechner leaves us all.

From the Corning Leader (06/14/2010)
By The Leader Staff, Corning Leader
Posted Jun 14, 2010 @ 12:36 AM
Corning, N.Y. —

Renowned artist Thomas Buechner died Sunday in his home.
According to the biography on his website, Buechner, who was born in New York City in 1926, was the first director of the Corning Museum of Glass from 1950-1960 before becoming the director of the Brooklyn Museum from 1960-1971.
In 1972 Buechner became the president of Steuben Glass, chairman of the Corning Glass Works Foundation and president of the Corning Museum of Glass.
He also helped establish the Rockwell Museum in 1976 and served as its president for 10 years.

In 1985 Buechner became a vice president of Corning Glass Works.

Buechner wrote the glass section for the Encyclopedia Britannica and founded both the Journal of Glass Studies and the New Glass Review.

He also wrote “Norman Rockwell, Artist and Illustrator”, in 1971, and, in 2000, “How I Paint”. His most recent book, “Seeing A Life”, was published by the Arnot Art Museum in Elmira, New York in 2007.
Painting full time since 1986, Buechner was an established portrait, landscape and still life painter. He had many one-man exhibitions in New York City, throughout this country and in Germany and Japan.

Buechner is survived by his wife, Mary, and three children, Bohn Whitaker, Thomas Buechner III and Matthew Buechner.

Closing a chapter

New Parking Lot at the Hangar, Q. Cassetti, 2010Got a buncha stuff done yesterday. Got the Corporate Responsibility Report in toe…really putting some time into thinking out the details/inconsistencies and images. So, now we need to look at line endings, hypenation, and making things line up perfectly. I am pleased that I put the time in. Kitty got a paper done…and she and I looked at the courses offered at Hampshire and got her revved up about the future. She now can think about the next chapter with the current chapter winding up. And how exciting that future seems. I will need to call Hampshire about requirements before she launches into a selection of classes. Tomorrow she needs to pick her topic for orientation. That group during orientation becomes her tutorial group for the year. So, I am going to prod her to be first on. Important not to be lax on this one.

Today is the last day of High School prior to the exams and then graduation next week. Its funny, I wasn’t thinking of anything but the future until this morning, when it dawned on me that a new chapter is beginning. It will only be Alex and me next year. It has been a lot of wake ups and lunch bags. A lot of late rushes and cups of tea teetering on books. Its been a lot of late nights and hard to get up mornings. Its been a veritable wealth of fashion shows….with every morning being a surprise (most often good). Its been growing up for Kitty and Alex and me….(particularly me). And with this, a bit of wistfulness has set in. Not sadness. I have no big regrets. We have had a great time growing up together. I hope they will be as fond of the time as I have been. I guess the day in the way back machine on Friday was appropriate. And somehow with this definite “end” which is so rare in real life…it give us all a chance to reflect and perhaps tonight, celebrate.

Rob’s sister, Gloria is in from California this week through graduation. So, the dynamic here will switch up a bit. Bruce will be back soon for the summer. Nigel is here helping out with weed wackery and Mandy is taking the reigns up at the Luckystone. So, the people are changing out too. All good.

Need to wrap it up as there are meetings and projects awaiting.

Its coming down.

Bees all around, Q. Cassetti, 2010, mixed mediaYesterday, Kitty had studying with friends and shop time. Alex relaxed.

I worked in an unplanned way on these patterns which was derivative of a 2.25” x 12” inked pattern tile the other day. I thought it looked good as a limited palette (see first post on Saturday) and then evolved the color…and then pulled the illustration elements out of the mix to make other patterns. This is a fun break for now. I seem to go to patterns when I am in a lull…and then it gets me recalibrated back into the thinking of the current body of work or pointed at a new one. I find it interesting that this is the process.

I was looking at Virginia Lee Burton’s art project, the Folly Cove Designers’ work. You can still buy this work through the Sarah-Elizabeth Shop .  Burton, the author illustrator of the recognized children’s book, Mike Milligan and His Steam Shovel taught classes in Cape Ann MA.  From these classes and students, the Folly Cove Designers evolved (from the Sarah Elizabeth Shop background page)

The Folly Cove Designers was a group taught design by Virginia Lee Burton Demetrios. They used what they learned to design, and then carve, linoleum blocks to print on fabrics for place mats, runners, hangings, tablecloths, skirts, and yardgoods for practical uses. They started in 1938, over the years including more than forty artists in their guild-like association. No works were signed, everyone putting the group first. When their teacher died in 1968, the remaining designers decided to disband. The sample books, long yard-good hangings, and related material which remained in their retail outlet (the Barn) were given to the Cape Ann Historical Museum in Gloucester, where they can be seen to this day.

From Spiritus Temporis.com The Folly Cove Designers grew out of a design course taught by Virginia Lee Burton Demetrios. She lived in Folly Cove, the most northerly part of Lanesville, Gloucester, Massachusetts. She was able to express the local consensus that the world was a beautiful place, and the elements of beauty surround us in nature.

Her block printing thesis grew out of the home industries/arts and crafts movements of the past. The artist/designer of products for home use is separated from the product by machine age technology (and now globalization). Fine art for home use is within our own power. To this end her design course taught an ability to see the design in nature, a set of good design rules (dark and light, sizing, repetition, reflection, etc.), and the craftsmanship of carving the linoleum, and then printing fabric for home use.

 

On completion of the course the graduate was permitted to submit a design to the jury(selected Designers rotated this responsibility starting in 1943) of the Folly Cove Designers. If it was accepted as displaying the design qualities as taught in the course, then they could carve the design in linoleum and print it for sale as a Folly Cove Design.

The design course started in 1938. In 1940 they had their first public exhibition-in the Demetrios studio. The following year they decided to go public, they called themselves the Folly Cove Designers. Every year they had an opening to present the new designs, and everyone enjoyed the coffee and nisu (Finnish coffee bread). They established a relationship to wholesale their work to the America House of New York which had been established in 1940 by the American Craftsman Cooperative Council. In 1944 they hired Dorothy Norton as an executive secretary to run the business end of the successful young enterprise. In 1945, Lord and Taylor bought non-exclusive rights to five designs which pushed the reputation of the group, and began some national publicity and diverse commissions for their work.

 

The Home Industries shop in Rockport, Massachusetts, owned by the Tolfords, sold the Designer’s work to the public starting in 1943. It wasn’t until 1948 that the Designers opened “The Barn” in Folly Cove as their own summer retail outlet. In the late 1950’s they extended the season to ten months. Virginia Lee Burton Demetrios died in 1969. The following year the group disbanded, ending a period of unique creativity and cooperation. Some Designers were with the group for only a season and others continued with the group for decades. In 1970 the sample books, display hangings and other artifacts from the Folly Cove Designer’s Barn were given to the Cape Ann Historical Association in Gloucester, Massachusetts who are now the primary source for information about the Folly Cove Designers.

I am going to try to figure out how to post these to Spoonflower.com when I have a chance to understand the technical specs etc/

It is raining like theres no tomorrow…but in the way things are here, we will have a cloudless beautiful afternoon here on the plateau. Need to get going on paying work. What a dawdler I am.

 

 

 

Food Challenge

Who did the challenge?Last night Alex, Kitty and I went to the Glenwood Pines. We had a little wait as the place was rocking—Friday night around seven. There was a lot of energy around going to the Pines (I offered up other places with the Pines being the hands down “must”).  So we waited and admired the games, the bobble headed characters crowded above the bar and chit chatted about the big (and contraversial) things doing at school. While we were chatting, Kitty mentioned a friend that did the Pinesburger Challenge. As an aside, Alex has been itching to do some of the local food challenges  around to entertain the college guys. Pinesburger Challenge is a classic for the Tburg set. It has always been no no no with Mom and Dad. But hey…I was in charge so I piped up, suggesting that Alex do the challenge. He was delighted. Its pretty simple—eat 4 pinesburgers in less than an hour. No leaving the table, to sharing. All the meat, the bread, the cheese. The salad stuff can be taken off if you want. The hot burgers were delivered and Alex, competitive Alex consumed 3 of the burgers in 12 minutes. The last one was much more leisurely (finished all in all in less than 20 minutes). He was very happy with the whole thing, the tee shirt, the picture…! Kitty and I admired. We watched the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassius, which was a lovely movie. Wonderfully made both as a story and as a visual thing. Light night.

I went to the store this morning and browned up a bunch of stuff to make a “big pot of sauce” as the backlog I had in the freezer is all GONE. I bought some other things to eat for this week with the kids and me…and was nosing around and found that the butcher had put some nice steak on sale this week. He was wonderful (as it was just a big piece) and cut and wrapped the whole thing (for a congratulatory dinner for K)…thanking me so nicely for shopping at the store. Old fashioned courtesy and friendliness. I love this small town stuff. Reminds me of the small grocery store my parents took us to growing up. Joe Katz and his wife ran the store. We all loved the Katzes—it had its own dark distinct smell…and had temptations at the check out (real penny candy). We actually had a “tab” there. Joe would cut anything (including meat you cooked at home and wanted sliced nicely for a party etc). It was service capital S…that the big stores cannot provide. We have that here. Lucky us.

It’s yard sale day here in Tburg. Everyone seems to have a table in their front yard with piles of stuff they do not want. Even the new farmers market has people selling their stuff. There is an opportunity here…I need to think about this.

Little White Hermione Camp was at the door first thing this morning. She was full of friendliness and very hungry. I think she and Mr. Cranky have worked out their issues…(Rob exclaimed that their tiffs looked like cartoons of cat fights with a round tumble with legs and tails and hair). Time is a remarkable cure for almost anything.

Fraktur Bees, Q. Cassetti, 2010, mixed mediaKitty went off to work on her Kubb set in the school shop this morning. This afternoon its finalizing her last biology lab. Tomorrow it’s finishing a paper. I am back on to being a picture maker. Yesterday it was a pattern maker. I may make a few more and post them to Spoonflower. The inspiration for this is to step up the colorations, saving from simple (like this) to richer and richer, and deeper. There is something in this that reminds me of the later pattern work of Virginia Lee Burton and Follly Cove Designers (there is a new documentary on her>>. What is fun with this process is limited palette, working in ink (thin stripes) and then working into the ink with vectors. I love it that I am doing fake William Morris stuff. Not his palette, but in that realm. I have a few bee pix in the head as well as a few Public Universal Friends and of course, new Frakturs. Plenty to keep the ink flowing.

My new tree peonies came. I discovered one that I thought those stinking deer had killed somehow had regenerated. I plan on moving it as the ones that are bigger are absolutely flourishing. When the plants are not eaten down to bits, they really love it here. They just need to hide from the varmints.

Rob is probably in Basel right now. Long day of travel. We miss him.

Maybe rain?

New Coloration, Zydeco Trail Riders @ the Rongo, Q. Cassetti, 2010Overcast as usual for this week. Hermione Camp is visiting…wandering around the house, eating the other cats’ food. Shady is good with all of that.

Recolored the Zydeco poster. Becky suggested red boots (which works better with the greenbeans, and Rob suggested changing the banner color from taupe to white to pop it more. I tweaked it and then added some florals (which I have always thought looked somewhat like tooled leather for the background gradient and the bottom of the page. So, thats where we have ended up. I think this thing is finished. Do you?

More on the Public Universal Friend. The U.F. (as she had blazoned on her carriage) was recognized for being able to walk on water. I found this great page on the Internet (using Google Chrome as my browser which has a very cool translation feature) which was in German and related this detail. More pictures in the making. I may have to plan a field trip this summer for research. Could be inspiring.

Last night was The Senior Awards Ceremony. Many of the same names were granted kudos and applause…Kitty got a Shakespeare award for her enthusiasm in the subject and her dive in with acting and interpreting the scripts. She also was recognized for high honor roll. The room was decorated with tables with blue tablecloths, blow up globes and an enormous spread of desserts. There was a huge golden and blue banner with sparkly stars and vinyl cut lettering (a black letter style font, of course) that said “Senior Awards” in 36” sized words. It was a long night…and we were happy to have gotten through it. Its about time for everyone to graduate and move on. I think the seniors have been ready since Christmas. They all just seem tired now.

I ordered six tree peonies from Song Sparrow (Mr. Klem) and they just arrived so come tomorrow and the rain breaks, I am going to get them in the ground….in a place that has nice sun and some space and feed em up this summer to see what happens. They really take off around year 3-4…but if I get them in a place with some wire around them and prevent the varmints from devouring them, then we might quicken the maturation time? right?

I am working on some more obtuse web related projects that I am picking away at to figure out how to do it. Time to plug in, tune out and turn on….or something like that.

Public Universal Friend

Jemima Wilkinson’s home in Jerusalem, Yates County, New York Construction began in 1809 and was completed in 1815. The house was beautifully restored in the 1950s and 60s by Joseph and Rena Florance.This 1908 photograph was supplied by Betty Smalley of Dresden.From:

 

 

A great religious fervor seemed to develop in the newly established United States. From Rhode Island came a new sect, established by the first native-born American woman to organize a large group of followers with sufficient finances to seek new lands for a colony. This was Jemima Wilkinson, who called herself the “Publick Universal Friend.” The group’s land scouts came into this area in 1787 and chose land on the west shore of Seneca Lake near where the outlet of Crooked Lake flowed into Seneca Lake. The scouting party reported back to the society, some of whose members were still in Rhode Island and Connecticut, and others in eastern Pennsylvania. The Friend Society decided to make their settlement here by Seneca Lake. Twenty-five came and wintered here in 1788-89. It was a brutal and hazard-filled experience for them. They had managed to clear land and plant 12 acres of wheat using a harrow to break the ground. Wild game supplemented their food supply. Rude log houses sheltered them. The “Genesee Fever” invaded their ranks. Their outpost was at first called the “Friend’s Settlement,” but soon became “New Jerusalem.” By 1790 the census showed 260 people inhabiting the community. The Friend herself joined them in the spring of that year. A mill for grinding grain was set up on the outlet and a suitable house built for their leader.

The followers of The Friend were industrious and hard working. They built log houses and a log meeting house and a grist mill; the crop land and nearly level land lying near large Seneca Lake seemed good. She had nearly three hundred followers surrounding her “City Hill” settlement. Trouble came in the “clouded” land title to portions of the earliest cleared land. The Universal Friend’s agent, James Parker, had tried for bargain-priced land from a group called the “Lessees.” Unfortunately, the title was deemed null and void by New York State due to an unfair “leasing” deal the Lessees had made with the Indians.

By back-breaking work, land had been cleared, houses had been built so several of the Friends lost their investment. The bulk of the settlement was on land with good title from Phelps and Gorham, but Parker had been sure he was buying three or four thousand acres from, the “Lessees.” Final settlement on his purchase yielded only 1,100 acres, so some Friends lost much of their money and labor, with little or nothing to show for it.

Then, the survey of the Pre-emption line made in 1788 was found to be in error and a new survey was made in 1792.

The deeds were on the basis of the first survey and the line veered from its start at the Pennsylvania line to the northwest and at the Lake Ontario end, near Sodus, it made a difference of several miles. The area between the Pre-emption survey line of 1788 made by Col. Maxwell and the re-survey of 1792 made by Benjamin Ellicott was called The Gore, a long, triangular shaped piece of land containing 85,896 acres. The second survey was accepted as the legal Pre-emption Line by the State of New York.

The confusion of losing title to property crossed by “The Gore” and the earlier Parker-Lessee experience caused great stress in the Friend’s colony. The Universal Friend herself, became very upset over the clamor caused by these “Title” problems. Charles Williamson, by this time, was the administrator of the surrounding unsold property. An adjustment was worked out whereby, those who had lost land in the “Gore” would be able to obtain three acres for every one acre lost in the “Gore” survey mistake.

The Friend was uncomfortable with the atmosphere of uncertainty created by the title disputes. She hoped to withdraw to “where no intruding foot would enter.” In 1794 she moved about twelve miles to the west of the original settlement. She had a temporary house built on the bank of the inlet on the north end of Crooked Lake. This stream had been named Brook Kedron by a member of the Universal Friends, Thomas Hathaway, who, along with Benedict Robinson, had purchased the land in the so called “second seventh.” The followers who came to the new location, and the Friends household made maple sugar each spring from the sap of trees along the stream which later lost its biblical reference and became known as Sugar Creek.

The Friends held meetings on Saturday (their Sabbath) at the new log house. Jemima Wilkinson returned at regular intervals to hold meetings at the log meeting house at the City Hill location along Lake Seneca. Sometimes they met at David Wagener’s house situated on the site of present Penn Yan.

Jemima Wilkinson from Syracuse University Special Collections - Originally from David Hudson’s History of Jemima Wilkinson, a Preacheress of the Eighteenth Century, 1821.The Friend was not only a spiritual leader to her followers, but she also gave advice, settled minor disputes, consoled them at the loss of members of the flock, conducted their funerals and was skillful at treating their illnesses and injuries. Neighbors were well treated and the Indians regarded her as a good friend to them. Whenever groups of Indians came by, she, or members of her household, gave them food, and the Indians brought her deer meat or fish.

Travelers enjoyed the hospitality of the Friend, and even those hostile to her religion gave praise to her even-handed treatment of others around her.

Her temporary house in Jerusalem was enlarged several times before her permanent home was ready for occupancy. Situated on the hill to the west about a half mile from the “Brook Kedron” house, the sturdy, beautiful, New England style home has been restored by the present owners and stands today (2004) as a private dwelling.

She moved to her new house in 1814. In her later years, she became a victim of a slow and painful illness and rode in a coach fashioned for her on the under-carriage of the one she had owned in Pennsylvania. She kept active and continued to preach. The Friend was carried to the funeral of her sister, Patience Wilkinson Potter, on April 19, 1819, and preached her final public sermon. Jemima Wilkinson “left time” on July 1st that same year.

 

 


Looking for sunshine

Zydeco Trail Riders at the Rongo, Q. Cassetti, 2010Its going to be overcast, rainy and cool today. Perfect for the peonies that haven’t been devoured by the varmints. 

Plugging away on the big pile of work…which gets sidetracked due to mini quick turnarounds which explode into bigger time consuming things to do. Would like to have a moment to learn more about the Universal Friend from Penn Yan, but that might have to wait until the weekend.

Need to order paper and get some printing done for the Hangar and for the Trail Riders. The poster to the left is the colorized/type applied poster for July. Need to finish a teeshirt for a friend as well…and am just close enough. I thrilled to the pen illustration being brought into photoshop/res’ed up to high. Creating a workpath and saving it out as a path for illustrator….and then bringing it into illustrator as a magnificent vector file. The best.

Tonight is an awards event for Kitty. Need to move a bunch of appointments around…as school/work and driving to Corning is not jiving…Hampshire sent Kitty her summer reading along with a bunch of stuff that needs to be done re health insurance, payment etc. Ooch.It isnt a frightening pile of details…but none the less…needs to be scaled soon.

More later>

A Lightning Bolt from the Sky

Work in Progress, Q. Cassetti, 2010The poster to the left is work in progress for Tburg’s Zydeco Trail Riders show at the Rongo prior to Grassroots. Still working with it and am thinking about color and junking it up a bit more. I don’t know if color will help this..you and I will see.

A lightning bolt from the sky happened yesterday. I heard my email ping…and checked a letter from a person who found my Fraktur inspired work. She is a curator for the Schwenkfelder Library and Heritage Center in Pennsburg,PA and liked my work (Wunderfisch!) and was interested in my possibly having a show at their Museum. We have had, since then, a wonderful conversation about our respective passions about these people, their beliefs, the imagery—We may be looking at a show in 2012 (so I can expand the body of work…maybe work a bit with the images I want to do from The Long Lost Friend. My new friend clued me into an individual in the 1800s from Penn Yan, the Public Universal Friend, Jemima Wilkinson>> From Yates County.org says:

Jemima Wilkinson, the first American-born woman to found a religious movement, was born in Rhode Island in about 1765, of Quaker parents. In 1776 she fell ill of a fever. She awoke from a coma and told those standing by that Jemima had died and a spirit from heaven now inhabited her body. She never again used her birth name and until her death in 1819 was always referred to as the Public Universal Friend. 

Her teachings were influenced both by the somewhat mystical version of Quakerism current at the time, by the Shaker movement founded a few years earlier by Mother Anne Lee, and by the New Light Methodists, whose meetings she had attended. She wore androgynous clothing, rode horseback, let her hair hang loose on her shoulders and wore a man’s broad-brimmed hat; and she preached in public, a tremendous novelty for a woman in the 1770s. She preached all over southern New England and beginning in 1782, in the Philadelphia area. Sometime about the middle 1780s she determined to remove her followers from the persecution and distractions attendant on living among people not of her faith.            

ooooh weeeeee~! Bring it on!

Hucklebuck!

Predance Group (left to right) Alex Cassetti, Emily Pratt, Thea Clair, Kitty Cassetti, Laura Vann, Shawn LauperThis is the group we had for dinner prior to the “dinner dance” sans dinner plus dessert on Saturday. We had a really nice time. The food was easy and they tucked in. We had mocktails (cosmo syrup with cherries and seltzer) and sparkling grape juice so that we could be elegant and use champagne glasses without the fear and incrimination of parents out there. There were lots of high heels and cocktail rings (provided by me…the queen of the rhinestones, these days).

Worked some on Sunday on a poster for the Zydeco Trail Riders while listening to Boozoo Chavis (a leading light in Zydeco music). His lyrics are wonderful…for example ” You’re going to look like a monkey when you get old”— What is not to love? Hucklebuck is another jumping zydeco tune…love the word, love the music. I started this poster as a hand drawn thing that I scanned in. I redrew parts of it in both illustrator and photoshop…using brushes in a new way for me…along with slugging in type and importing small details for other handdrawn pieces..that the design is looking good in black and white…so, color will only bring it up. I am learning more about working in a hand-drawn exploratory way with  brushes and “expanding” paths. Maybe not as quick as one would think…however, the tools allow you to try  things that I might not consider drawing..I will share as we go.Funzees. 

Also need to work up an approach for the Cabaret Season of the Hangar Theatre. Rhinestone lovlinessThere is a wonderful mix of offerings mainly musically driven. We will be working with the word: Caberetc. There is a graphic treatment and some visual planning for midJuly.

Rob is off to Switzerland and France for ten days this week with visits to ArtBasel and Boisbuchet. We managed to grab all the shirts and laundry and get them done yesterday. He just bought a new used car from Bruce, an Audi TT which is very sporty, very fun to drive, and great design. I am so happy for him as it is a very stylish ride…a step up from the high mileage, peeling pickup truck. So, he rolls into summer looking like an imagemaker…with some fun getting him to and from work.

More later>>work awaits.

Morning thoughts

Hive in My Heart, Q. Cassetti, 2010, mixed mediaLast night we had a rocking thunderstorm. I am happy for it as everything was beginning to dry up…the thick thatches of grass,  my little apple trees, the monster monarda that has taken over a part of the yard (thrilled about that). In that vein, I treated myself to a few more tree peonies to plant this fall—as this plant is so much of a thrill when they flower in an outrageous way, a better than Disney explosion and then settle down and become a pretty leafy bush for the other 51 weeks of the year. Our herbaceous peonies are starting to open…and the deer have not devoured them unlike half the hosta I have. Urg.

I have recolored some of the bee work and found that a bit of image editing (in this case adding, in yesterdays case, subracting) have helped the pictures. I am on the Zydeco piece and am redrawing it (having rediscovered my love for the Pitt Pen…particularly the jumbo one). Am musing about a style I was beginning to work with during the week of Ted and Betsy Lewin at Hartford and may do a small body of work using this to gain a bit more confidence and familiarity before coming back to the bees.  I used it once on a job for a client…and they loved it…so an alternative (can you do a portrait, an animal, a type combo, a this a that ) might be nice to have. I find that these sidebar explorations are deriving somewhat from the discipline instilled in me from high school and college training with Arnold Bank, a mentor and extraordinary teacher and calligrapher. He  taught visual people to think, but to develop their hand skills and eye with those skills through a prescribed series of requirements when one was learning a particular “hand” or hand lettering style. In order to master these hands. one had to do a small, medium and large flat piece working in text, headline and caption sizes using the plain letters and some embellished. Additionally, one had to do a small book (hand lettering at least four pages of text). I find that sort of slop over…(can I do a portrait? can I do an animal? Can I do something with type) that same approach to forge confidence in that particular “hand” or style of illustration. The more I tune what I do within the context of a body of work (at least 6 pieces), I can move to the next project or idea. This training from Hartford for the final thesis was such a valuable experience.

Ithaca Festival is today as is the Senior Dessert (no dinner so I am Providing) Dance. Alex is going with one of Kittys friends. Kitty is taking an old friend, Thea.  And another couple makes up our party. Must go.

IF: [honey] trail

Lemniscatic Dance, Q. Cassetti, 2010, multimediaIn the Early Spring, the bees go out to find new sources of nectar. They come back to the hive and tell their peers about this through a series of actions sometimes referred to as a Lemniscatic Dance, a dance that is ingrained in the bee…that literallly triangulates the sun, the point of the treasure/nectar and the hive…pointing the way for her peers.

Meet Hermione Camp

Kitty and Hermione Camp, Q. Cassetti, 2010This is the cat that has adopted us. We are calling her Hermione Camp after Herman Camp’s daughter (we live in the Camp House….and the first non family owners since it was built in 1848). Hermione would run upstairs during the Civil War and raise the flag on the roof when the North won battles against the South. Hermione went to Wells College (as we were left her certificates of attendance). And that is all we really know. However, as a member of the Camp family, it is nice to have one return to the nest.

Thunder coming.

Wasps on the Grill, Q. Cassetti, 2010Nigel started today. How terrific to have him back from school so excited and pleased with school, his studies and the things that are making him zing. Good energy and good energy around the things he is going to do with us this summer. I feel action on the way, and that rubs off in the excitement department for me. He is all charged up about his art professor, a Korean artist who approaches art conceptually and personally and not from a technique “can you draw this apple” vantage point.

As you can see (at the top of the page) my little page on Facebook has prompted me to post the entries, and then my own observations and excitements on the Inside Ithaca page. It was started in reaction to a discussion I had with Peter F. from The Hangar on how the actors, techs, directors and talent merge with the community. Like,  what is their foothold into the community to get a bit of Ithaca while they are not providing the wonderful shows for all of us. It started in my mind as a list which evolved into a Facebook project which as I go about this, I find that there isnt much push pull that I was expecting from the group. There are more baby robins out there waiting for mama to drop a content worm into their mouths. So, I will…but I will own it too. I think its a fun one as we get rolling as it gives a home for my enthusiasms and surprisingly, for my pictures that I keep randomly snapping off. You know, try to get 100 a day (though I am being a bit less than success with that sitting at this monitor trying to untangle strands of hot spaghetti types of projects. Or at least, for now. The strands of spaghetti are not sticking…so I am making progress with this work. I feel I am being a bit tougher with my clients…and I am getting more input and forcing more thought from a broader group of them.

The birds are telling me that thunder is on the way. Hermione Camp (the new cat) is more and more curious about us…and is letting us brush her and hold her. I should probably make a vet appointment for her before we start giving her a bit of houseroom etc. The grey sentinals are fine with her. Shady is still nonplussed. Must go. More to do before eight. Am recoloring a series of screens for a blackberry app….Green/green and green.

Cheers.