Weaving Southwest closes its gallery

I received some news on Wednesday, Feb 1st that I would rather not have heard. It was a tough day in the tapestry world of northern New Mexico (or maybe just in my tapestry world). I found out that the only contemporary tapestry gallery in the United States is closing, or at least the gallery part is closing. Weaving Southwest's doors were already shut by the time I found out.

The loss of the only contemporary tapestry gallery in the United States is a big one. Weaving Southwest had its ups and downs over the years. Rachel Brown started it, sold it to someone else, and then got it back when they didn't make a go of it. Teresa Loveless, Rachel's granddaughter, took it over almost 4 years ago. The gallery has now closed and Teresa has rented a smaller space in Taos to continue to sell yarn and hold classes. She intends to re-evaluate her business model and we shall see what happens in the future.

May 13, 2011

March 2010

June 30, 2011

July 16, 2011

November 19, 2011

November 19, 2011

Hannah Haworth

from the bonny isle of Scotland worked at Weaving Southwest for far too short a time. She is a fiber artist and while she was in NM she created these creatures. The patterns are available on Ravelry and from Hannah

here

. These were the prototypes that lived at Weaving Southwest for awhile. More prairie dog pictures

here

.

The Small Tapestry International Show was at Weaving Southwest in April of 2011.

The first piece of mine Weaving Southwest sold in 2009.

This Time I Dance II

Here are some of the old posts I wrote about Weaving Southwest:

The one where Rachel and Teresa tell me they'll take my work is HERE. August 4, 2009.

The next one where they sold my first piece, 9 days later is HERE. August 13, 2009.

The one with the photo of Rachel Brown's retrospective opening is HERE. October 4, 2009

The one about their re-opening in the new space is HERE. March 6, 2010.

Another post with photos of the gallery is HERE. November 7, 2010

Another show with my piece up high is HERE. December 19, 2010.

Some photos of the walls full of tapestries are HERE. February 13, 2011

The opening of Small Tapestry International at Weaving Southwest is HERE. April 3, 2011

Donna Loraine Contractor's solo show at Weaving Southwest is HERE. May 13, 2011

Some words about Weaving Southwest's tapestry yarn is HERE. August 5, 2011

The man couch BLOG. October 19, 2011

And some photos of the cleaning out of the gallery are HERE. February 7, 2012

Weaving Southwest Visit and new directions

I was able to visit Weaving Southwest one last time on Sunday, Feb 5th.

I was comfortable with Weaving Southwest as a gallery for my tapestries. Perhaps this was not good. Perhaps it is good to look for new directions and for more challenge.  I am saddened that we have lost this important contemporary tapestry gallery, but will move forward from where I am standing now.

Today my new direction included becoming an auntie.

Tales of a Traveling Weaver: Leaving Cortez or "How to pack a loom with an important tapestry on it"

My time in Cortez is at an end. I finished my job here today and am pulling out, car loaded, tomorrow morning. I remember asking my recruiter about 6 months ago, "Cortez is a scuzzy hole in the wall, can you find me housing in Durango?"  I am not sure why I thought that, perhaps because an ex of mine told me this town was "rough" when I said I had taken a job here.  Anyway, I am infinitely glad that my recruiter couldn't find me housing in Durango and that I have spent the last 16 weeks in Cortez. This is a beautiful little town. There is good food (gluten free even!), fantastic hiking, and wonderful people. I really enjoyed my time here.

My favorite things in no particular order:
1.  Pepperhead. This restaurant is great. They made me gluten free food, the staff is excellent, and I loved the atmosphere. Lets just say that one Pepperhead margarita means I can't drive, and really need someone's arm to walk home on. Tonight I went there to celebrate finishing a job which was both difficult and rewarding--and I must say I did a great job (with the work, not the celebrating)! Emily is already in Alamosa, so I had to go by myself. I brought a book--classic defense when eating in a restaurant solo. Unfortunately, the weather was a furious mix of rain and snow at about the time I wanted to eat, so I did not walk, but drove. I realized this would mean that I couldn't finish the margarita I intended to order unless I wanted to leave my car at the restaurant tonight. This is all of the margarita I could drink before I reached that "one more sip and I can't drive anywhere" point.

Yep, looks like a little more than half to me too. Lightweight. (Oh, and if you have the privilege of going to Pepperhead, DO NOT MISS the chipotle chocolate ice cream. It is so very very good.)

Pepperhead also has this new chalkboard where you can fill in the blanks. What would you write here?

2.  Canyon of the Ancients National Monument.  I love to walk. I can walk and walk and walk. Yesterday after work I took Cassy back here for one last goodbye walk of 3-4 miles. A wild snow-sleet squall had just blown through and there was water trickling over all the slickrock. I stood still and listened to it running--a sound heard seldom in the desert. Then we walked and listened to the silence and smelled the wet sage. I saw no one, was startled by a mule deer, and walked up to the car just as darkness fell. This is where I find the center place.

3.  The people I worked with at Southwest Memorial Hospital. I especially loved that the home health care staff I laughed and cried with for the last four months.  They threw me a gluten free party on Wednesday. It included this cake from Shiloh Bakery (Thanks Shelly!). I have not had a "commercial" cake with buttercream frosting since I was diagnosed with celiac disease in 2005. I loved it.  And I loved that my co-workers went to so much trouble to make things that were gluten free just for me. The outpouring of support and appreciation from the staff of the home care department and the inpatient nursing/planning staff was wonderful.

4.  Sleeping Ute Mountain.  I just like this land feature which is seen throughout most of the area. I spent the last 4 months doing home health and driving all over Montezuma County. I kept looking for the perfect vantage point to take a photo of this mountain, which from the right place really does look like someone lying on their back with their arms crossed. I never got a good photo, as tonight when I walked Cassy out to my chosen spot, it was snowing. You can see his toes sticking up to the left, but most of the rest of him is clouded. You'll just have to come and see it yourself.

5.  Ancient Puebloan sites. These include Mesa Verde, Canyon of the Ancients, and many many others. This area is littered with sites and in fact is thought to have been more highly populated 700 years or so ago than it is today. I especially love the walls, the rock work of the standing walls, the patterns, the fingerprints in the mortar...

6.  The proximity to Utah. Emily and I spent a weekend in Moab a few weeks ago. We had a grand time, spending most of it at Arches National Park. I hope to return soon for some weeks, months, or years in Canyonlands with my backpack.

 You could fit a football field the long way under Landscape arch. It could fall any second.
Literally.
Go now.

Warning: what follows is something of a digression... but you're used to that.

Eddie McStiff's is not the sort of name for a restaurant you'd expect in Utah, a state being largely run by rather conservative religious people (yes that is a generalization for which I apologize), but Moab must be special. We walked into this restaurant, chosen because when I called and asked if they had a gluten free menu, the man said, "well yes, we have gluten free pizza and beer..." I am sure he continued talking, but I had already hung up the phone and was driving hell-bent-for-leather after that pizza. When we walked in, a somber-looking hostess approached us and asked quietly if we were there for the gathering, otherwise it was "seat yourself". Emily quickly said, "well we might be here for the gathering, is it a party?" The hostess said, "you'd know. It's a wake." When I die, I want a wake at a place called Eddie McStiff's. Seriously. With gluten free pizza. 

(thought a few of you might also enjoy a peek at the regular beer menu... 

...only in Utah does polygamy porter make sense.)

And here is the end of the travelogue and the part that relates to weaving. Congratulations if you've made it this far in the post.

I finished up my day at the hospital and came home to complete the packing. I have been avoiding packing the loom.  The commission is not finished and I hate folding the loom with a piece in progress. The tension is never the same when I set the loom up again. This little Macomber loom is great for workshops, but I don't recommend it as your everyday tapestry loom. Nor do I recommend moving a loom with a tapestry on it unless it is a little lap loom. In other words, do not try this at home.

Loom ready to be folded (except for the tapestry on it that isn't finished of course).

This is masking tape my grandmother put on the end of one of the loom treadles decades ago (masking tape from the 1960s must have been awesome) covering the end chewed by one of her English bull dog puppies... 

 Unhook those funky little treadle hooks that Macomber uses. Actually they work fairly well on this particular loom. Many people replace them with texsolv however.

Back beam folds in (I left the warp beam exactly where it was hoping that if I didn't tighten the warp around it but instead rolled it forward around the cloth beam, when I set the loom back up, the tension will remain the same. It is likely a fools wish.

Ready to fold up the front, dog in the way... she gets anxious about things getting folded up and packed. Hopefully she remembers that I go wherever the looms go, and that generally she gets to come along too. Just don't tell her she has to sit in the front seat this time.

Loom folded up and covered with plastic as the weaving has to go on the bottom of the car and there is a wicked amount of yellow lab hair in there.

The next picture on the camera was the margarita shot shown earlier.  I'll have to let you know how it goes loading the loom by myself tomorrow when the ground is frozen instead of the mud pit it is at the moment. For now, good night.

The challenges of juried shows... or American Tapestry Biennial 9

Life moves on in all it's vagaries...
A few years ago I wrote a post with this photo in it, and talking about this dog named many things including Big Ten, Jita, Diez, Pumpkin Martinez (her valley gangster name), Barbie Cinnamon (the little neighbor girl favored that one), and TROUBLE. Big Ten disappeared a year or two ago, but the bumper sticker she was modeling in the blog post is still on my car (which is still running at 228,000 miles--I frequently invoke the Volkswagen gods asking for intercession on my car's behalf--I could really use another year out of her).

The sticker now looks like this:

"On the Loo" is how this week has felt.

Some weeks are hard and this one was for several reasons. When you sit in an 8 am Monday morning meeting and watch all your co-workers lose their jobs, you know that the week is not going to go smoothly no matter what. 

Things bumbled along until Thursday morning when I found out bright and early that my favorite tapestry did not make the cut for ATB9. Perhaps it is best to get bad news before 8 am, but it certainly put a damper on the day. It was a huge disappointment. However, if you're going to get bad news about a show you really wanted to get into, best that it come from Thomas Cronenberg. I know many other people got his letter, and this bit was the best:

Please keep in mind that the selection for this show is that of one juror. He chose works that fit his vision. Many tapestries not selected for this exhibition could easily be selected for another show.

We encourage you to continue the effort to exhibit your tapestry, and to educate more people about this remarkable medium of artistic expression.

So I got the list of the people who did get in yesterday and was surprised by a few names on the list and was even more surprised to see the absence of other names I expected to see there (this part, of course, made me feel immensely better knowing that I am in good company over here in the rejected pile--misery loves company and outstanding artists are not necessarily appreciated by any particular juror. I know this, but it always takes a day or two to come back to it after a rejection). There were hundreds of entries, and only 41 were selected. The odds weren't good to start with considering the caliber of people who enter this show.  But hope springs eternal.

Juried shows are a mystery and a continuing question for me. Is it worth entering them? Does it get my name out there and get my work seen? Or is it a waste of time? After a margarita and some amazing chipotle chocolate ice cream at my new favorite restaurant Thursday evening (Pepperhead), I felt miles better and realized that I will continue to enter shows and the rejections will come regularly.  But occasionally I'll get in and that will be fun too.

I can't wait to see the show and I certainly hope it finds a couple more great venues (selfishly in a place I want to visit). Congratulations to the artists who did get in. I am looking forward to seeing your work in person.

I will be looking for a replacement for that Goddess on the Loo bumper sticker... any suggestions?

This is the piece I submitted to ATB9.

Rebecca Mezoff, Emergence V: The Center Place44 x 44 inches; hand-dyed wool tapestry

Etiquette

I found a book the other day which I immediately realized I had to bring home with me. Rather incongruously it was on top of an Atkins diet book in the occupational therapy cubby at the hospital. The book is this one:

Original edition was 1922. This is the 11th edition, 95th printing, published in 1965 (Emily herself died in 1960 at the age of 86). There are many revisions I can imagine happened between 1922 and 1965, most along the lines of "in this age of women's equality" which inevitably comes right before something like this:

"She who changes her dress and fixes her hair for her husband's homecoming is sure to greet him with greater charm than she who thinks whatever she happens to have on is good enough. The very fact of looking more attractive makes one feel less tired and therefor more charming and better company." (671)

Perhaps she has a point, but it is a good thing I don't have a husband because mostly now that I am almost 40 I subscribe to Tina Fey's, when you're 40 you get to take your pants off when you get home (See her book Bossypants which I am going to shelve next to Etiquette from now on). I am fairly certain the woman pictured below (Emily Post herself) did not put on sweatpants when she got home from work:

I was surprised to find the variety of situations for which we need to know the social rules. (And I have to mention here that there is an entire chapter entitled, "An audience with the Pope.")

"Dressing for television: You can always decide on appropriate clothing for your television appearance by calling and asking the advice of the producer..." (121) Do you think Bjork did this when she chose the swan outfit for the 2001 Oscars?

For when you go on a trip: "Cancel milk delivery.... Have all laundry and cleaning delivered before you leave so that it is not left hanging outside for days or weeks.... Never give your travel plans or dates to your local newspaper in advance...." (130) (I can see it now, Tapestry Artist Leaves Studio Empty for 6-month Walk from Mexico to Canada: Locals ask if she is clinically insane or just a little nuts.)

"Whenever a damask or linen cloth is used, the middle crease must be put on so that it is an absolutely straight and unwavering line down the exact center from head to foot...." (178) Does that mean I have to use an iron?

Since I am getting married this summer and I was curious about what Emily Post had to say on this rather monumental event, I flipped pretty quickly to the wedding section. By the time I read the second paragraph, I was convinced Miss Post was not going to be of much help to me:

"Let it be said at the outset that our discussion of wedding plans will include a complete description of the most elaborate wedding possible. Not because more than a very few will want or be able to carry out every detail, but because only then can the pattern be complete. In other words, it is important to explain all possible details of perfection so that you can follow as many as you find pleasing and practical for you." (339)

Being a bit of a perfectionist myself, my heart sank a little as I turned the page... In fact I flipped through the whole chapter and couldn't find the section labeled, "Lesbian weddings". (Certainly it was just an oversight on Miss Post's part, after all, she didn't know Harvey Milk, Stonewall, or the successful gay wedding market Vermont has staged since they started letting same-sex couples get hitched in 2000 (civil unions, marriages in 2009)--brilliant way to increase tourism, don't you think?). 

And by the time she started talking about "eight or ten bridesmaids, flower girls, pages, and a ring bearer" I was feeling a little ill. Did you know that black fruitcake is traditional for a wedding reception, and, Emily adds, most expensive. (350) You have to have flowers including various corsages and arrangements, canopys, special carpets, and Wagner's Lohengrin for the wedding procession (HELL no). That bit of information may come in handy some day at a cocktail party however ("[a cocktail party] can be the answer to a busy housewife's prayer", 215). So just remember, "Here Comes the Bride" is actually part of a Wagner opera with some less-than-romantic plot twists.

The number one question I've gotten about my wedding after, "When and where" is, "What are you wearing?" I really could use some help from Emily Post on this one, but alas chapter 44, The clothes for the wedding party did nothing to enlighten me. 

"At her first wedding a bride suitably wears a dress of white and a bridal veil whether she be sixteen or forty!" (360)

Firstly, I will be just three weeks from forty (got in under the wire, eh?) when I get married and I resent the implication that I'm almost over the marriageable hill and secondly, I look horrible in white. I'm a pasty caucasian of European descent who sunburns easily and freckles cutely not at all. What I really want to know is is this a question a heterosexual bride gets asked or is it just the "lesbian wedding" phenomenon that makes the question pop out first. For the record, I have absolutely no idea what I am wearing, but I may try to get Tina Fey to help me out.

Emily Post is all about moderation and not making a spectacle of oneself. "Nothing could be more inappropriate than the bride and her attendants coming down the aisle of the church made up as though they were in a chorus line in a musical comedy." (361) I guess we'd better leave the queer contingent off the invitation list.

Please keep in mind, in the words of Emily Post, "If you know anyone who is gay, beguiling, and amusing, you will, if you are wise, do everything you can to make [her] prefer your house and your table to any other, for where [she] is, the successful party is also." (38, but I may have changed the pronouns a little) I will expect your dinner invitation to  be engraved on a white card in a proportion of 3 units in height to 4 units in width preferably with your family crest embossed on the invitation. Please see chapter 52 of Etiquette for further details.

I suspect this book will be a great source of entertainment for many years to come and I have no intention of returning it to the cubby in which it was found. I will, however, leave the Atkins diet book in situ.

Post, Emily. Etiquette. New York: Funk & Wagnell's Company, Inc. 1965.

Tales of a Traveling Weaver Chapter 5; Weaving patterns...

Montezuma Valley (where Cortez is) from Mesa Verde

Last week we spent some time at Mesa Verde National Park. I would have stayed longer but they kicked us out at dark.

Weave for us a garment of brightness;

may the warp be the white light of morning;

may the weft be the red light of evening;

may the fringe be the falling rain;

may the border be the standing rainbow.

                                                                   -Tewa song

The patterns in the stone walls are fascinating to me. I have used ideas and feelings from these walls in my Emergence series of tapestries, especially Emergence I and Emergence V (links to photos of those pieces). Repetition is important. I have resisted it in many places in my life. But repetition teaches us something. It is comforting, and we learn from it. These walls are beautiful.

A wall at Lowry Pueblo, Canyon of the Ancients National Monument

Sunset at Lowry Pueblo, Canyon of the Ancients National Monument

Square Tower House, Mesa Verde National Park

Lowry Pueblo wall, Canyon of the Ancients National Monument

Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde National Park

Spruce Tree House, Mesa Verde National Park

La Plata Mountains from Mesa Verde

The great housing search ends...

Thanks to my intrepid (and very pregnant) sister and her valiant husband, we have found a suitable house for our tenure in the San Luis Valley.  I am happy to report that it is not only a significant upgrade from the rental described in this earlier post, but it is actually a cheerful, sunny place where I can see the stars and dream about hiking long trails and perhaps weave a few magic carpets or even tapestries.

Of course one of the drawbacks of the San Luis Valley of Colorado is the extreme cold in the winter. Despite the solar gain from the south-facing windows, we are going to be paying much more in propane for the next few months.

Ice on inside of the windows

My time in Cortez is concluding. Cortez is a great place to visit, especially if you are interested in the Anasazi/Ancient Puebloan cultures. I could explore the canyons and ruins here for the rest of my life. But for other reasons, I am moving on.

Emily came home with these beans the other day--grown and packaged just down the road... hopefully they were not grown by the original Anasazi however.

Snowy fields near Dove Creek, CO--one place I go in my home health travels

And I have a new weaving buddy--Thanks Grace!
Ernie is egging me along on my commission. I'm not quite halfway done and now realize I will have to move the loom with the tapestry partly finished.  This would never be my first choice, but in this case, I have to move Feb 4th and as I still have to work approximately 96 hours (5,760 minutes) between now and then, I may not finish the last 24 inches of weaving before Cortez is but a shadow in my rear-view mirror.