Every so often us folks in the hinterlands get to enjoy a local fiber art exhibit. That’s the arty stuff, with nary a quilt show judge in sight checking for binding errors.
Recently, a friend and I attended the opening of Converging Visions at Summit ArtSpace in downtown Akron. The show, which runs through July 27, features eight artists who began Contemporary Fiber Artists (CFA) in 1994. The group’s original intent was for continued and varying dialogue in the arts, support for each others’ artistic goals and encouragement of creative development.
The media on display range from cloth, to beads and stones, to metal, to paper; with some knitting thrown in. I may have accidentally left out some of the materials used or simply not been able to identify them. Inspiration came from artists such as Mondrian and Matisse, backyard tomato plants, winter, current events, and medical imagery. And while many of the items were designed to hang on walls, others could be worn.
There are workshops and demos associated with this exhibit, as described at the Summit Art Space website. And it’s all FREE! But wait, there’s more. If you go to the exhibit, take the elevator to the third floor to visit the studios of local artists (one is local art quilter Connie Bloom) and take in a display of fanciful millinery in an exhibit called Millinery As Sculpture.
Nobody Here But Us Chickens
My mother in law passed away last fall, and the family has been disposing of her belongings over the past several months. Because we’re looking at downsizing our household over the next few years, my husband elected to take only one piece of his mother’s furniture, a secretary desk.
Then he started to think he might want the chair that was used with the desk. So, we arranged to pick up the chair at a recent family reunion (we live 4 hours away from my MIL’s place.) As we left the reunion my sister in law, who’s done much of the clearing out of my MIL’s effects, said she had put a package for me in our car.
When we arrived home at midnight we hauled the chair and the package into the house. And, yes, this is where the chickens come in. Here’s the contents of that package.
Now, my sister in law knows full well that I’m not a geegaw person so these birds are a white elephant joke gift. They used to reside on top of my MIL’s refrigerator, the icing on the cake of a kitchen so jam packed with tchlotkes that you were hard pressed to find a square six inches of available counter space among the birdhouse cookie jar, the matching bird shaped salt and pepper shakers, the toaster, the cereal boxes, the mostly unused large coffee maker, the phone books, the inspirational plaques, etc. I’ve put them out to pasture on my screen porch.
It turns out the last laugh may be on my sister in law. I looked up the name on the bottom of one of the white roosters and found these guys were made in the 1940s and are being offered by online sellers for $20 to $40. And that could buy some chicken feed or fabric and thread.
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