tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50868276742842103122024-02-19T08:55:09.663-06:00Connections by Karen S MusgraveKaren S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.comBlogger739125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-4083581481719585412020-05-26T12:27:00.001-06:002020-05-26T12:27:09.704-06:00Using Art to Connect and Stay Sane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here are more of my dress cards. The first one is inspired by the Korean traditional dress- Hanbok. I never thought I would continue to make this but going through my scrap paper container keeps providing me with inspiration. Creating these helps me to relax and concentrate something that can be a challenge these last few months.<br />
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<br />Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-67513449057759491612020-05-24T18:39:00.001-06:002020-05-24T18:39:43.278-06:00Surviving Stay at Home with Art and Connection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I knew that I needed to find something to do that would keep me being focused and creative. Both of these things have, at times, been difficult. Making dress cards has helped me not only stay creative but also a way to connect with family and friends. Covid has been a reminder that I need to let people I know that I love and care about them so creating a card with a theme (kimono/dress inspired) was a winner and has gone on for more than a month. I made a rule to only use my paper scraps. Silly, I know, but it keeps the focus and uses what I have on hand. Not being able to go shopping has not been an issue for me. A limited pallet and supplies is something I often embrace. Hope you are finding time for creativity and coneection.<br />
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<br />Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-84970096035630981312020-01-23T13:46:00.000-06:002020-01-23T13:46:31.780-06:00New Year, New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love making collages if I can stay out of my head. This is not easy at times, but when it happens, the world disappears. Creating "Quiet Joy" took a while to get to the <i>get out of your head stage. </i>I am happy and hope whomever takes it home, enjoys it as much as I enjoyed making it.<br />
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<a href="https://www.thebrush.org/">The Brush Art Gallery and Studios </a>has been good to me so when the opportunity to support them, I jumped at the chance. They are asking artists to create a piece of art on a 4" x 4" canvas. The event is called <i>FOUR by FOUR for Education </i>and is on display from March 4 - 14 with the fundraising event occurring on March 14 at 2:00.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Open Sans", arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"The Four by Four raises funds for the Brush Scholarship fund and Special Perspectives. </span><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: "Open Sans", arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">A $1000 scholarship is granted to a deserving University of Mass Lowell art student</strong><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Open Sans", arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. Special Perspectives programming brings art instruction to challenged adults, currently </span><strong style="background-color: white; font-family: "Open Sans", arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Megan's House, a transition program for young women recovering from addiction."</strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Open Sans, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">There is still time to participate. Deadline is February 26. Mine is in the mail! </span></span></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-14625597286586208152019-08-11T18:55:00.000-06:002019-08-11T18:55:03.907-06:00More Collages<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been collecting quotes for years so deciding which ones to use was not easy. And even though the 100 day challenge is over, I am continuing to make these mini collages. These were purchased by Marie Gnesda, another amazing ceramic artist at <a href="http://clayspace.net/">ClaySpace Ceramic Arts Center.</a> Creating these small collages have caused my creative juices to go into overdrive. I have done lots of sketching and made lots of lists. Now life needs to cooperate! Hope you enjoy.<br />
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Jean Burnett issued a challenge for the Resident Artist of <a href="http://clayspace.net/">ClaySpace Ceramic Arts Center</a> to create 100 pieces of art in 100 days. I knew that doing 100 pieces out of clay would not happen so I decided to do little collages (approximately 4.5 x 5.25 inches). I am on a mission to use up what I own. I am happy to report that I made more than 100 in the 100 days. This also lead me to start making small journals and intention cards and it inspired a new quilt! I have been asked to share the collages so hopefully I can share 5 or so a day here. I am also hoping this gets me back in the habit of blogging even if no one reads it. These sold when the group got together to share. The reception of my artwork was a wonderful surprise. These are now owned by <a href="https://lindaleekiepke.com/">Linda Lee Kiepke</a>. I encourage you to check out her amazing ceramics. Linda did pick a few of my favorites. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-12981983761564961342018-09-06T09:29:00.000-06:002018-09-06T09:29:50.505-06:00Creating a Book Out of Memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This one kept me up because I was so excited. It began as a three ring binder of sermons from the 30s and 40s from the New York Avenue Presbyterian Church in Washington, D.C. Most of the sermons were given by Dr. Peter Marshall (emigrated to the U.S. From Scotland and was appointed as the U.S. Senate Chaplain) but there is one from John D. Rockefeller, Jr. I added other letters, papers and a piece of cloth with the <i>Old Rugged Cross</i> printed on it. My family loves to keep keys. Do you? The photograph is from 1916 and is of Rachel Knuth Field. She married my dad's legal guardian in 1955. She was 43. She was one of the kindest people I have ever met. I still miss her even though she has been gone from my life for a long time. I hope she would be pleased.Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-11890470719894430142018-09-05T08:42:00.000-06:002018-09-05T08:42:05.414-06:00Aunt Peggy's Student Nurses Apron<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My great Aunt Peggy was someone I occasionally visited when I visited my grandparents in Maryland as a kid. She was my grandmother's youngest sister. Peggy's nickname was "The Queen" because her entire life she managed to only do what she wanted. She worked at the State Department beginning in 1940 for 60 years, never married, never had kids and lived in a small apartment. She never had much interest in me but I was interested in her. She was not boring.<br />
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Recently I learned that she had been in nursing school and quit one month before graduation. No one knows why she quit. I get the impression that this was something Peggy did. I did track down the hospital where she worked/studied and it was, at the time, an "insane asylum." Might make me quit too.<br />
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My mother was the executive of her estate and brought home boxes of things after her death. My mother is now going through things and disposing of them. I have become the keeper of her nurses aprons (two), her nursing hat and medical book as well as some photos. This is a work-in-progress. I already see changes I want to make. The silk was dyed with avocado skins. I dyed the hanky bit. The other things were passed on to me. The gloves were mine and wore them to church on Sundays. And so I continue to contemplate on why we keep the things that we do and what things will my children discover about me when I am gone. I do know I ask a lot more questions of those I love. Have you inherited things that now make you wish you had asked more questions?Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-28124557925762653952018-09-04T09:36:00.001-06:002018-09-04T09:36:26.050-06:00Working, Working, Working<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am trying to be very disciplined and focused. It took a while to harness my nervous energy and now I just flow from one thing to the next. I have completed a couple more collages. I work on them while the glue is drying on the assemblage pieces. Today I hope to actually fill some of the assemblages with stuff. I truly appreciate the time and space that A.I.R. Studio and my family has given me. It is a gift and one that I plan to make the most of it. Now that the Labor Day holiday is over, I have begun open studio hours. It should be interesting to see if anyone stops by. If not, you will find me working.<br />
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I do plan to venture out. Today I am making a trip to an art supply store named <a href="https://www.ephemerapaducah.com/">Ephemera Paducah.</a> Does sound right up my alley! I will also make a trip to the Quilt Museum before quilt week starts. Until next time, go do something that makes you happy!<br />
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<br />Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-88840344009993501422018-09-03T08:10:00.001-06:002018-09-03T08:10:33.630-06:00A.I.R. Gallery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am pleased with how the gallery space at A.I.R. Studio is coming along. I need to take a photo at night for you to see it in its entirety. This will give you a taste.<br />
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I had two people stop by yesterday evening and both of them were draw to these new collages I made the week before I got here. I found that interesting. Brenda said that they spoke to her deeply. To say that I was surprised is to put it mildly and deeply touched. I loved making them and I plan to make more while I am here.<br />
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My newest in my "A Woman's Work, A Woman's Story" series also got attention. This one has the subtitle "The Crow" because I do collect things. I dyed the silk dupioni by placing it in the ground for several months just to see what would happen. The earth turned the very white fabric a very nice shade.<br />
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Now it is time to go to work! I am determined to make the most of my time here.Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-76891525945741369822018-09-02T12:22:00.000-06:002018-09-02T12:22:51.307-06:00A.I.R. Studio Artist Residency<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you have read my blog, you know that I feel strongly about doing things that put me outside my comfort zone. For the next two weeks, <a href="https://airstudiopaducah.com/">A.I.R. Studio</a> in Paducah, Kentucky. <br />
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In 2013, nine of my friends died (some expected, most a shock) and my mother-in-law from Alzheimer's. The following spring, my dad died. I grieved. Each year brings loss of another family member and more friends. So much of my art in recent years has dealt with pain and loss, which has helped me come to terms with my own mortality and the need to not put things off. Having inherited things from both family and friends has also lead me to exploring the relationships to possession, loss, the notion of value and the act of keeping other people's memories.<br />
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I know that my children will not want most of what I own so it is my hope that I can take what has been given to me and create something that has new meaning and others will love. Cannot wait to share with you my new adventure. Setting up the gallery now. Photos soon! And if you're in town, stop by!Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-43151056786008368212018-07-25T14:03:00.002-06:002018-07-25T14:03:57.218-06:00Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>I like storms. They let me know that even the sky screams sometimes too. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>For more than fifteen years, I have made putting stretch marks on my comfort zone a practice. Whenever I feel I am getting complacent, I look for something that makes me uncomfortable. When Cathy Neri approached me at Fantastic Fibers and suggested I do an artist residency in Paducah, I was hit with an uncomfortable moment. Crap! I applied and to my surprise, I was granted a two week residency at <a href="https://airstudiopaducah.com/">A.I.R. Studio</a> in Paducah, Kentucky. I begin on September 2 so the count down has begun and I will be sharing more about what I want to accomplish in the days to come.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>But first, I want to catch you up since I have been terrible about keeping this blog up-to-date. I have been going through old journals. I had high hopes after a crushing 2013 with nine friends dying that 2014 was going to be better. Only it wasn't. It was a year of lots of rejection, my husband being laid off from his job and all the stress that it caused, and my dad died. Remembering these tough times makes me appreciate all the great things that have been happening in my life. I try my best to practice gratitude. I have had lots of successes the last 19 months to the point that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. My work continues to be accepted into gallery exhibits. The most recent is <i>Something Boro, Something Blue</i> at the <a href="http://www.thebrush.org/">Brush Art Gallery and Studios </a>in Lowell, Massachusetts. I entered two pieces and both got in! Not only that but "Reaching for the Boro'd Moon" was selected as the postcard image for the exhibit! To honor the Japanese tradition of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boro_(textile)">boro</a> I only used fabrics leftover from other projects that included a discarded print of my hand and arm and the indigo dyed dupioni moon. My other piece is a dress that is part of a series. It is titled "A Woman's Work, A Woman's Story." The opening is next month (August 11). Wish I could be there. If you get a chance, send me your thoughts. Keep creating! </b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-82314724289711472032018-01-02T12:05:00.000-06:002018-01-02T12:05:03.022-06:00Ending 2017 on a High Note<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>I'm going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">2017 ended on a high note. "Simpler Times" was juried into <i>Big Fun Art</i> at the <a href="http://www.annmariegarden.org/">Annmarie Sculpture Garden and Arts Center</a> in Dowell, Maryland. The exhibit will be in the Kay Daugherty Gallery from February 16 - September 23. The idea behind the exhibit was to bring joy in these often troubling times. I love being a part of something that will hopefully make people happy. Truly wish I could be there to see it. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>"Simpler Times" was created to remember the summer I played Jacks with my best friend. The summer was not just about competition but finding the perfect spot to play. We declared the "tournament" a tie and planned a rematch the following summer. However, she moved at the end of the summer so a rematch never happened. And while she only moved three blocks away, her step father ended our friendship. It was the first time in my life that I was called "white trash." "My step father says that I cannot play with you anymore because you are white trash." I was ten at the time and had no idea what that meant. I simply grieved. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>"Simpler Times" was created to turn a bad memory into a good one. It was to see if creating it could also help me heal. Whenever I decide to embrace a major change, I am forced to evaluate my thoughts and beliefs. The older I get the more I realize I need to pay attention to what is happening with my thoughts. So one of my goals for 2018 is to eliminate the unnecessary and I think my art is going to help me achieve that goal. 2018 is going to be an awesome year! </b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-32542385748291943042017-12-28T13:48:00.001-06:002017-12-28T13:48:29.773-06:00Triangular Notebooks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">We can’t script every detail of our lives. But we can solve the riddle </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">of fulfillment when we plan ahead while simultaneously embracing </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">the surprises of each moment. </span></b></i><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">― </span><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/222416.Gina_Greenlee" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Gina Greenlee</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;">, </span><span id="quote_book_link_3731701" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px;"><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3775484" style="color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road</a></span><br />
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Christmas evening had me anxious to create something and too tired to do something that took a lot of thought. Now don't laugh, okay you can laugh, I was thinking about Valentine's Day and what I could make as gifts when I remembered a triangle book I had seen on Pinterest. However, Pinterest didn't have a how-to so I did a Google search and turned up a nice post by <a href="http://makinglovely.tumblr.com/post/62752780261/triangle-notebook">Making Lovely</a>. The instructions were clear and easy, except I could not get my stapler to work and my notebook would not close. Instead of continuing to be frustrated, I sewed the pages into the books and I added a button and fiber closure. I am so happy! I think this will make nice gifts and I used supplies I had on hand (one of my goals for 2018). It also helped me feel creative again. I went to bed feeling really good. Are you planning ahead? What goals are you making?Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-27120869395464880192017-12-26T14:09:00.001-06:002017-12-26T16:26:53.150-06:00When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Plans!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>One of the happiest moments in life is when you find the courage to let go of what you can't change. - </i>Unknown</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>A few months ago I developed a lump about the size of a pea on my right side. When I went for my mammogram, I was told it was a cyst and not to worry about it. I had it checked out during my physical on November 30. My doctor said that he could easily remove it, but recommended that I wait. At the time, I thought, "why not remove it," but trusted my doctor. Well just 12 days later, I started to have problems. Went back to the doctor, got antibiotics and told to apply moist heat. To make a long story short, the antibiotics did not work so the infection got much worse. New antibiotics and lancing had to be done. Needless to say, I could not use my right arm much. I could not sleep well. This has been a long two weeks. I could not do much so I decided to plan out 2018. I put together lots of lists. Things I want to explore. Things I need to do to prepare for my artist residency. It has kept me hopeful and surprisingly happy. I am so thankful that I was ahead of the game this year or it might have been a different story. I do hope that your holiday was wonderful and that you too are looking forward to 2018. I cannot wait to share it with you. </b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-14794857196301779452017-12-14T12:46:00.001-06:002017-12-14T12:46:35.273-06:00Putting Stretch Marks on My Comfort Zone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. - </i>Neale Donald Walsch</b><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYr-vHcrv3GxognDy-YF2AK3A5C4nAiLNz1eVoX7NOWakM6bhQ77yy_R6MAiT9vE_PuGHtOKfAuavhG9i0NPCf8G91ycfmeWM24fwyIUQp-54MeaZNlnfkEKfun6XCxxGmUGzxMmxiLLs/s1600/8x8joy_KarenSMusgrave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1592" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYr-vHcrv3GxognDy-YF2AK3A5C4nAiLNz1eVoX7NOWakM6bhQ77yy_R6MAiT9vE_PuGHtOKfAuavhG9i0NPCf8G91ycfmeWM24fwyIUQp-54MeaZNlnfkEKfun6XCxxGmUGzxMmxiLLs/s320/8x8joy_KarenSMusgrave.jpg" width="318" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yesterday as I removed the cover on my yogurt the message was "Think big. Dream big." It made me smile. Last month I decided it was once again time to do something that scared me so I applied for an artist residency with <a href="https://airstudiopaducah.com/">A.I.R. Studio</a> in Paducah, Kentucky. It was my understanding that acceptance was heavily placed on artwork and project. Only four people knew that I had applied (three were my references and Cathy Neri, who had pushed me to apply). I spent a lot of time telling myself that it would not be the end of the world if I did not get accepted. When the email arrived, it took me an hour to get the courage to open it. The message started out by thanking me for applying and ended with my acceptance! While I did not get my first choice for time (May), I did get my second choice (September 2 - 15). I will have lots of time to put together a plan to maximize my time in Paducah. The mission is to add to and fully complete a body of work that explores loss, memory and the things we leave behind when we die. While I always begin each year optimistic, 2018 is already looking pretty good to me. It is my hope that it will be the same for you. </span></b><br />
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<b><i>To get through the hardest journey we need only take one step at a time, but we must keep stepping. -</i>Chinese Proverb</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I think it is important, no vital, for me to do things that put me outside of my comfort zone. Each time I do that I learn more about myself and what I am capable. I think we are all happier if we know ourselves. And one closing thought, just because you make something does not mean you have to share it. I will tell you that there were days after I finished my collage that the trash can was the best place for it. I am glad that I resisted this urge and let the work rest because pieces that I thought deserved the trash actually have provided me with the need for further exploration. So be kind to yourself and just create. </span></b><br />
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<br />Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-36888895985520824552017-12-09T13:26:00.002-06:002017-12-09T13:26:42.941-06:008 x 8 in 8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>Art replaces the light that is lost when the day fades, the moment passes, the evanescent extraordinary makes it quick silver. Art tries to capture that which we know leaves us, as we move in out of each other's loves, as we all must eventually leave this earth. Great artists know that shadow, work against the dying light, but always knowing that the day brings new light and that the ocean which washes away all traces on the sand leaves us a new canvas with each wave. -</i>Elizabeth Alexander, <i>The light of the World, a memoir</i></b><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb8vV2_z7PHnGuC5oJsQM-Ex3LTjH2xJ4IFbkgVX-mxA1c9e66lk12ODEGgyep6MqTDdCeFO6M4TOGorTtijuY9G98BmDDhE99HnzOlCMU_PT_c5aHH47yWSvDnS_ArV4UIVz7VHQgJzg/s1600/8x8Monday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb8vV2_z7PHnGuC5oJsQM-Ex3LTjH2xJ4IFbkgVX-mxA1c9e66lk12ODEGgyep6MqTDdCeFO6M4TOGorTtijuY9G98BmDDhE99HnzOlCMU_PT_c5aHH47yWSvDnS_ArV4UIVz7VHQgJzg/s320/8x8Monday.jpg" width="319" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When my friend Barbara suggested that we do an quick art project a day and then share it, I was all in. I loved when I made my 8-minute collages (the time it took my oatmeal to cook). After some back and forth, we decided to create 8-minute collages that were 8" x 8." And so each morning for a month, we created. Some days were easy and others I struggled. I really believed since I had done this before, I would not have any problems. Wrong! I limited mine to whatever was on my work space plus one box of scrap paper. I loved playing with used tea bags and using my stencils. The days that I struggled had to do with overthinking. I also noticed as time moved on my collages got simpler. I highly recommend projects of this kind. If you can find someone to do it with you, it keeps you honest and it helps create a habit. I will share a few more of my collages next week. Enjoy! </span><br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">It's your road, and yours alone. Others my walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you. - </i><b>Rumi</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>A few months ago, I read an article about Swedish death cleaning, dostadning. Move over Marie Kondo! I do think this will be the next big thing. Margarta Manusso, the author of "</b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Gentle-Art-Swedish-Death-Cleaning/dp/1501173243/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1512577359&sr=8-1&keywords=swedish+death+cleaning+book" style="font-weight: bold;">The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning</a><b>" will not be available in the U.S. until January, but it has already had a huge impact on my life. Margareta suggests that people focus on simplifying their lives beginning at 65 until you are living with just a few items upon your death thus freeing your children. I am not 65, but I think the time is now for me. My friend Barbara has also been caught up in getting rid of things that no longer are useful or bring joy. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Margareta feels we should not leave our children to deal with our stuff. My dad made that promise after dealing his guardian's estate. Alas, he did not and I spent hours shredding years and years of old, really old bills. For me, getting rid of things has been a process that has been occurring for years. As an artist, I think it is even tougher, especially now that I am taking things my mom and dad saved and turning it into art. However, I do want to live more simply. I want to have as much joy as I can and so I know this is a process that has a destination.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I am also reading "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Light-World-Pulitzer-Biography-Finalist/dp/1455599867/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1512578031&sr=8-1&keywords=the+light+of+the+world+a+memoir+by+elizabeth+alexander">The Light of the World: a memoir</a>" by Elizabeth Alexander. It is beautifully written prose about the unexpected death of her husband. It is making me cry--a lot. And yet, it is also helping move beyond my losses. She pays her husband's cell phone bill for 18 months because she does not want to loose the text messages. I have not deleted dead friends numbers from my phone even though many are disconnected. And as I write all of this, I realize I am ready to move on.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I want to thank the <a href="https://nsqg.club/">Northwest Suburban Quilters Guild</a>. They are one of the most caring, wonderful group of quilters I have ever encountered. They helped me renew my love of teaching. I cannot wait to see what the group creates. You have my deepest gratitude.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I want to close with my thoughts on the term one-size-fits-all when it comes to life, art. It plants the idea of "one way-ness," when for most things in life there are many, many ways to achieve, measure and value the things we do. My way might be a good fit for some people, but how can just one size really be considered a viable for all? Your thoughts?</b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-88869674024146770552017-12-04T15:09:00.000-06:002017-12-04T15:09:29.594-06:00Living, Grieving and Creating<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b><i>We are going to suffer. </i></b><br />
<b><i>Ant it is going to shape us</i></b><br />
<b><i>Somehow.</i></b><br />
<b><i>We will become bitter or better,</i></b><br />
<b><i>closed or open,</i></b><br />
<b><i>more ignorant or more aware,</i></b><br />
<b><i>more or less tuned in to the thousands of </i></b><br />
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<b><i>of every single day. --</i>Rob Bell</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I have not posted for a long time and yet, I cannot remember a time when I have been more creative. The ideas just keep flowing out of me as if I am possessed. If you have read my blog, you know that in 2013, I had nine friends and my mother-in-law die. My dad died the following spring. The death of family and friends has continued. This year my friend of more than 20 years died unexpectedly and my cousin Sandy died from cancer. Sandy was convinced until the end that she could beat it. I suspect that Marti might have given up. I have inherited her UFOs and slowly finishing them and finding places to donate them. I do not think I will ever stop grieving, but I also know that if not now, when? </b></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1SkSY75LXnlbNyDCDuoIQnqX5TlcpDP8FZmtZx4gDqbGlanZotmAm206JhHjGqvPcTNit9QlBlDZPZnG4rd9xhi6cHLlGHR6qQD6IlKLzMtt2HBHUjwcAe4S-xTeDkh1-QOexFnEHrE/s1600/Peace_KarenMusgrave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1SkSY75LXnlbNyDCDuoIQnqX5TlcpDP8FZmtZx4gDqbGlanZotmAm206JhHjGqvPcTNit9QlBlDZPZnG4rd9xhi6cHLlGHR6qQD6IlKLzMtt2HBHUjwcAe4S-xTeDkh1-QOexFnEHrE/s320/Peace_KarenMusgrave.jpg" width="245" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>And so I have given myself permission to explore whatever I my heart desires whether it is assemblage, printing, collage, quilting, etc. I continue to explore "why do we keep the things that we do?" My mother sent me my great aunt's nursing school apron from the late 1930s. I have been turning it into a piece of art. I have also been entering and getting into gallery shows and admit that every success is a surprise and also encouraging. For months, I have been exploring eco dyeing and pretend I am a mad scientist. I have made more than 50 napkins because they are fun and my grandchildren adore them. I say, "I love you" often and with meaning. I hope you do too. I spend Fridays once a month creating with my friend, Barbara Wester, and feel truly blessed that she is in my life. Art heals. Art has saved me. I thought I could walk away from this blog and just concentrate on creating, but alas, it is important to me even if no one reads it. </b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-77495806539984999092017-05-01T13:11:00.000-06:002017-05-01T13:11:07.847-06:00What Am I? Chopped Liver?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Well my run of getting into gallery exhibitions has come to an end. While it is disappointing, I am continuing to push myself to enter. I have to say that I really thought my piece "Remnants of Everyday Life" fit the prospectus perfectly for "Common Objects." I am looking forward to attending the opening. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>I do not know why it has taken me so long to embrace making assemblages. As a child I was fascinated by Joseph Cornell's (1903-1972) boxes that were on display at the <a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/artwork/artist/Cornell,+Joseph">Art Institute of Chicago</a>. And even as an adult, I always stop by and visit them.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Cornell is one of the earliest assemblage artists with his work placed in shadow boxes. He had no formal art training and he did not attend college. It wasn't until the 1940s that he started making any significant money from his artwork. He had a fear of strangers and never married. He had a passionate, but platonic, relationship with Japanese artist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yayoi_Kusama">Yayoi Kusama</a> while she was living in New York in the mid-1960s. Kusama is an interesting person and artist on her own. She is still making art at 87! If you don't know her work, check it out. I love how her clothes match her artwork.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Exploring Pinterest, I discovered the assemblage work of <a href="http://www.hannelorebaron.net/">Hannelore Baron</a> (1926-1987) . Unlike Cornell's boxes which invite us into a personal and idiosyncratic universe, Hannelore's boxes are damaged, sealed and forbidding. We are unsure of the exact contents. She escaped from Nazi Germany and ended up in New York. She is also a self-taught artist who was highly successful. I was thrilled when I discovered her. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Cornell influenced <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Rauschenberg">Robert Rauschenberg</a> (1925-2008). Rauschenberg created his "combines" series (1954-1964) "using found objects in random juxtaposition in order to unleash the unconscious mind by free association." I do not worry about people's unconscious mind when viewing my work, but this quote has made me think.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;">I can still remember being in some heated debates over <i>The Bed</i>, one of Rauschenberg's first "combines," by quiltmakers who did not like how he used a quilt. I thought it interesting and elevated quilts. I was more annoyed that the quilt is often referred to as a "blanket." From <a href="https://www.moma.org/learn/moma_learning/robert-rauschenberg-bed-1955">MOMA's Learning site</a>, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Legend has it that these are Rauschenberg's own pillow and blanket, which he used when he could not afford to buy a new canvas. Hung on the wall like a traditional painting, his bed, still made, becomes a sort of intimate self-portrait consistent with Rauschenberg's assertion that 'painting relates to both art and life... [and] I try to act in that gap between the two.'"</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>To be clear, I do not think my work holds a candle to the artists I have shared with you today. And it wasn't until I began putting my assemblages together that I realized how much the fascination of certain artists from my youth are now providing me with not only inspiration but courage. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I have had conversation after conversation with friends about how our children have no interest in our "stuff." My assemblages are filled with family "stuff" that was passed down to me or I dug out of the trash. I wonder why these items were kept while others with thrown or given away. <i>Remnants</i> is full of these items. Robert's (my father's legal guardian) last pair of glasses. My grandfather's shaving brush. Why did my dad save my first pair of roller skates then wait more than 40 years to give them back to me? What happened to the child's spoon? Who ate with the fork? When "Mirage" hung during ARC Gallery's <i>Home </i>exhibition<i>, </i>I was happiest when I saw people lean into and spend time looking at it instead of just glancing and walking by. I want to draw people in. I want people to think about the items they keep. What do you have stored away? What memory does it hold?</b></span>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-2593826510471041482017-02-07T11:58:00.002-06:002017-02-07T11:58:42.184-06:00Valentine's Day and a Giveaway <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When my friend Barbara asked me to join her in a day of making things for Valentine's Day, I jumped at the opportunity. She suggested we make Valentine hot pads. I had not made hot pads for a long time so I made a test one before our play date then cut out several to bring along. When I got to Barbara's house, she excited told me that she had come up with an idea that would take us about an hour and we each could have five gifts. Well, three hours later we did each have five necklaces done. We moved on to making Valentine's. I finished first because I made simple ones and moved on to making hot pads. By the way, Barbara still has not had one. </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At home, I decided to use some wooden hearts that I bought to make some tags to go on my gift bags. One of my missions this year is to use the things I have purchased. I am going to need to live for a very long time. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think it is important to take time to just play. <a href="http://katiepm.com/">Katie Pasquini-Masopust </a> shared with me that she has a group of friends that get together once a year and make log cabin quilts. This mini retreat is all about friendship and doing something that they all love--quilting, but just for fun. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I find that after doing this kind of crafting, I feel recharged and ready to tackle something more serious. It is also fun to be able to share. Shoot me an email (musgrave.karen at gmail.com) with your name and address and I will send you a Valentine. </span></b>Karen S Musgravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426918923951259369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5086827674284210312.post-60508192805703507572017-02-05T14:34:00.000-06:002017-02-05T14:34:02.437-06:00Thoughts on "Wings" and "Seeing Red" Exhibitions<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I feel truly blessed lately as my artwork has been embraced like no other time in my life. I truly did not know what to expected when I went to the opening of "Wings" at the <a href="http://tallgrassarts.org/">Tall Grass Gallery </a>in Park Forest (south suburbs of Chicago) on January 21 in the afternoon. The gallery itself was beautiful, but the mall it was in was just about empty. It was also 61 degrees! Well, I was blown away. The space was packed with people. The artwork was incredible. All the artists were given name tags and asked to stand near their work for questions. There was a nice spread of food with a variety of drinks. I binder with artist information was available. The president of the organization (Tall Grass Gallery is a nonprofit gallery run by volunteers) was kind and invited me to become one of their juried artists. I loved the variety of artwork that was in the show- 45 artists from 8 states. This was the largest call of entries that they have had. I was thankful that the jurors were open-minded when it came to "Wings." </b></span><br />
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<span style="clear: left; display: inline !important; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><b>There were paintings, watercolors, a charcoal drawing (won an award), sculptures, a collage, photographs, and an assemblage. Here are just a few that spoke to me and I was able to get a photograph. I liked the dragonfly monoprint on mylar, <i>Navigating the Familia</i> by Kim Laurel and was not surprised it won one of the awards. The gentleman in the painting with wings was present but not very approachable. I have always admired Laura Lein-Svencner's collage work and I was taken by her assemblage piece. By the way, the wings are from a real crow that she found dead on the highway. Lindsay Sanbothe's acrylic painting <i>Cinerors Vulture</i> was amazing. She also won a prize. The gallery presents first, second and third place awards and three "Awards of Excellence." It was a great experience and I left feeling appreciated as an artist. </b><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAH0d30sz7lJb75GbiR6JKayCKyuebz15cgoDqEDF936ujDQKSx7BI8v6RRyrPoD_V8rq_xLAUdzHV10qh0UdMec2RxBsb0NY376CrVrMxNguQnblx3f2dS9QHPv1wwRFflupsfF-ee8/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAH0d30sz7lJb75GbiR6JKayCKyuebz15cgoDqEDF936ujDQKSx7BI8v6RRyrPoD_V8rq_xLAUdzHV10qh0UdMec2RxBsb0NY376CrVrMxNguQnblx3f2dS9QHPv1wwRFflupsfF-ee8/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG" /></a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>On Friday night, I traveled to <a href="http://www.arcgallery.org/">ARC Gallery</a> in Chicago for the opening of "Seeing Red." All the pieces had to be 18" wide or less and this was an open call so no jurying. This is the second time I have had a piece in the gallery so I was excited. I entered this time to be supportive of the gallery. ARC Gallery is also an nonprofit gallery, although a women run one, that is more than 40 years old. I have visited exhibitions at the gallery for more than 30 years and never imagined that I would ever have a piece hanging in the gallery. I was surprised, although maybe I should not have been, with the number of political pieces that were in the exhibition including a DVD for sale of the Women's March in Chicago. </b></span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The gallery quickly became full of people, but I was struck by the contrast between the two experiences. There was not a book with artist statements, no name tags so no way to know if other artists were present and two fundraisers was going on- a bake sale and decorated masks from Michael's. Maybe the fundraisers should not have bothered me, but they did. I was greeted by a member and we talked briefly. My piece is hanging in a great spot that can be seen from the gallery's windows. My friend Barbara Wester's piece, <i>Seeing Red,</i> is two pieces down from mine and I thought how great serendipity can be. I found the exhibition interesting, but I was left wanting more.</b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; display: inline !important; text-align: center;">
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Both "Wings" and "Seeing Red" will be available for viewing until February 25. If you have a chance to see either, I would love to hear your thoughts.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it. </i>-Osho</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>The world has lost another talented quiltmaker--<a href="http://suegarman.blogspot.com/">Sue Garman</a>. I met Sue 23 years ago when I moved to Houston. Whenever I move (which was quite before moving to Illinois nearly nearly 20 years ago), I would find a local quilt shop and sign up for the first available class that even moderately interested me. That way I find out about guilds and other quilt shops. I found my way to Quaker Town Quilts in Friendswood. It was a mostly traditional shop so I signed up for Sue Garman's Halloween vest since it was just one afternoon. It involved cute applique. The women in the class were a lot of fun and I got lots of information on guilds, teachers, classes, and other quilt shops. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Sue was patient and kind. I only wore the vest once at the show and share at a guild. She was a member. If you don't know Sue's work, you should check it out. She learned to quilt from her grandmother and I don't think I ever saw her not working on a quilt. I found her amazing. She was the assistant director of NASA, a mother of two, a wife, and a pattern designer. She personal quilts were amazing. For me, she was one of the kindest people I ever met. In October, she shared that she would be having a test to see if she had a year or two to live. Unfortunately, she only had months. She will be missed. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I had been struggling to come up with a piece to enter into "Red" at<a href="http://www.arcgallery.org/"> ARC Gallery </a>in Chicago. Nothing seemed to be working until I picked up Carolyn's dress. Carolyn was my husband's only sister and my in-laws first child. She only lived a few days but her life impacted a family deeply and not always in a positive way. I was touched and a little shocked when my mother-in-law gave me all of Carolyn's handmade dresses. It took her many years to get over her son marrying me. My children will have no interest in the dresses so I am happy to give them a new life and even more pleased the "Not Even a Memory" will be a part of the exhibit (February 2 - 25). My husband says that he thinks his mother would not approve, but I am not so sure. I think she would be pleased that others will know that Carolyn once was among us.</b></span><br />
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