|Window from Christ Church|
courtesy Andreas F. Borchert,
Via Wikipedia Commons
Passing this test is a slow and steady process, but pass it I will, as I am determined not to 'lose my cool' throughout. So far I've mastered my keyboard, which has a distinctly different 'feel' than my old one. I've also managed to get reasonably proficient with my touch-pad 'mouse'. (I bought a wireless mouse but in light of problems with the router, I have yet to set it up. Maybe tonight. I do like a "real" mouse...with or without fur! ;-)
And the studying will continue...as in June I've decided to begin a 3-month self-directed "Summer School" in the textile arts. The curriculum will include:
- An in-person class in encaustic with Arlene Westen Evans at Olds College during the Fibre Potpourri, sponsored this year by the Edmonton Needlearts Guild - May 31-June 2;
- Three Craftsy Classes:
- Ann Petersen on FMQ;
- Jane Dunnewold on dyeing; and
- Cindy Needham on quilting/designing with vintage linens.
- Three DVDs:
- Jan Beaney on Transfer Paints and on water-soluble fabric for embroidery and creating fabric from stitch;
- Catherine Nicholls on painting/drawing on fabric; and
- Quilting Arts series 900 including the use of tsukiniko inks to paint on fabric.
I figure by September I'll have made many samples and figured out how to use the techniques I want (and most enjoy) to enhance my work and prepare for shows (juried and otherwise) into which I want to enter. I still have in mind a solo show at a local gallery, building up to one in Edmonton in the next year or two.
I need to have more in my tool box and more pieces ready with which to create a proper portfolio for consideration by a gallery.
And so...it looks like I'll be climbing the Learning Curve for some time to come!
WIPs today? Nothing to report, really. Dharma has notified me that my ribbons have shipped. :-) I've been mending pants (buttons) and hemming the dress I made to wear in Santa Fe.
And I've been a bit preoccupied with the news.
On the heels of the horror in Boston on Monday (turns out my cousin E, a distance runner, was there, but is now home, unscathed and very grateful), comes the news of the passing of yet another Canadian music icon -- Rita MacNeil of Cape Breton.
I saw her years ago in concert in Calgary, at which she sang the song for which she is perhaps best known. Here's to you, Rita; you will be sorely missed.