a side-step

it's been a mixed-bag kind of a week

weaving, gardening, exploring stitch to join paper, trying a sealer coat on the silver leaf, writing Haiku poems, and prepping for some print-making

for years I have wanted to learn print-making... years and years

decades

I've dabbled at it here and there, making stitch-printing plates (a technique from one of Cat Holmes' books), mono-prints, gelli-plate printing, printing with fresh and pressed botanicals and so on

I love the simplicity that can be achieved with the technique

as I was working with the Haiku poetry, reading up on Japanese art and design,  kintsugi, and so on I thought I would like to incorporate prints into the work, hence... the side-step

 I've had a few ideas that have been brewing for a while and this week I did some of the prep

below are examples of the first step in making a few printing plates, some very small and two quite large

a fragment of a burlap sack I found washed up and mostly buried on the shore of Lake Bennett in the Yukon along with a small plate of a pressed flower, also from there

I also made one from a piece of birchbark that was literally dangling from a tree in Dawson, also in the Yukon

I've had several thoughts on working with the prints, ways of combining them with photographs along with the work I've been doing lately but first I need to see how the plates work, what the prints will look like

can't get too far ahead of myself because sometimes the results are a tad unexpected, and for me, usually in a good way that sends me off with another thought...

in the meanwhile,  the poetry writing is going well... I do it every day and am learning a lot about words... the words I choose, the ones I dodge, how wordy 17 syllables can be when you're craving simplicity of expression

I've come to understand that when I want to explain a thought that has great meaning for me I really want to do it in the fewest words I can

I suppose I think it will have more impact in brevity

and on that note, here are are two recent ones:

cloaked in winter's fog

frozen words lay on the ground

still the silenced land

in the yukon, when the temperatures drop below -40 ice fog can appear

I love ice fog...the world is cloaked in silence, it's as if the moment a noise emanates it freezes... you can't see more than half a block and silence prevails

the colder it gets, the more ice fog there is, and the quieter it gets

and this one:

solitary shore

calm water, soft-sighing land

evening quiet dawns

when I was a child we went to the family cabin on a lake not far from Whitehorse

it was invariably windy most weekends, from when we got there,  but Sunday evenings around 5:00 pm, when most people had gone,  it almost always calmed... the wind would quiet, the lake turned to glass, the seagulls settled down and the whole place seemed to take a deep breath and become quite still

I remember always wanting to eat my dinner on the beach, alone, enjoying the peaceful solitude and I wondered if the lake enjoyed it too

when we all finally left  and it could be what it was always supposed to be... not a playground, nor a place for boats, or noisy chattering... 

just a lake with wind and birds and blue sky

studio barometer

over the years I have come to notice a few things about myself and the way creativity happens for me

it cannot be forced

the spark can fade quickly if not acted upon

notice the state of the studio

specific to that last one,  there are degrees of disorder in there but sometimes it gets downright messy, referred to as:

 "the piles are piling up"

if the room is neat and tidy not much is happening 

but when every surface has several stacks of paper, thread, cloth, books, drawing materials, half-done things, etc. etc. - that's when I'm in a "full-on, the fire is lit, my hands can't move as fast as my thoughts"state of working

and since my last post the ideas have come thick and fast and my sketchbook has several full pages already... and there are many piles... many

first a straight stitch join, then the staple version

I have a stapler that uses small brass staples that quite lovely but trying to line them up for this was a challenge

I've figured out a method of getting them mostly lined up but it's definitely a challenge

next I trialed several different binding stitch patterns from a book I have to see what they would look like as a design element for joining two pieces of appear together

the "snowshoes" one is a nod to the Yukon

several more I want to work with but then a different idea struck, and yesterday I went back to the silver leaf

I'm on a texture quest, along with a few other ideas, so I started with this...

letting the brush lines show has some interesting possibilities

as does piling on the adhesive medium, building up the layers

bumpy layers to be exact

there are definitely a fair few ideas stemming from this one

and in the midst of all that, when I thought I had parked the ice texture inspiration that had me fired up for much of the winter months, I noticed a few random torn pieces of paper (one of said "piles") that had happened to land in a manner that looked like the ice so before anything got disturbed...

multiple pieces of torn paper laid against a scrap of my ink-painted paper and I was off again

the layers are tacked together with a dab of glue 

next comes stitch

thinking I'm liking this better than the fabric...

and so it goes in my world

the 100 Day poetry project is going strong

35 and counting...

a Winter Haiku for you, in honour of the ice:

unyielding river

with flashes of summer blue

fights the icy grip

on being led astray

I knew it would happen... 

sooner or later the writing of haiku poetry was bound to pull me further into Japanese art and design

I've always had a love of the aesthetics of their art, the simplicity of it so not much wonder, but I was also given a good nudge from Nigel Slater's new book "A Thousand Feasts"

in it he mentions a few Japanese potters and craftsmen and Google led me astray from there

one of the places I landed was an article with beautiful examples of the art of "kintsugi", mending broken pottery with gold

much as I would love to learn pottery, now is not the time... 

but...  I did think I could try reinterpreting kintsugi on paper 

and so I've had a go, using some of my ink-painted paper

first, a "crack"

on the blue paper it could be thought a lightning bolt...

it came out rather flat though, not enough silver leaf medium I think

short straight lines

thinking of "broken silver lines" from one of my poems though these aren't quite what I had in mind

a soft bush and too much pressure created more of a channel than a line, evidenced by the thin dark line in the centre of each mark

little dots, like rain

different sizes dry at different rates making applying the silver leaf at the right time a bit of a challenge

consistency is key, and perhaps a different brush for removing the excess silver leaf

my favourite

more of a "join" than a decorative mark

a different brush, thicker line and as I went over it, adding more medium, I did it in a rope-like mark

it's a bit lost in this close-up but in the next photo you get a bit more sense of that

some interesting trials but more I want to do

the materials are all on my worktable, waiting for tomorrow

more line practicing for sure, and perhaps I'll try a few different tools to see what kind of effects I can get

as with everything I do, the busier my hands get with something new the more my head starts to get involved; what I'm doing feeds what I'm thinking

I'm not done with my Japanese art and craft investigations though

the website that had the kintsugi instructions also has a video or two on sumi ink calligraphy

at least I already have the ink... and the paper... and a brush

writing rain...

the world is upside down and i'm struggling

there is a meanness that I don't  remember ever being as prevalent as it seems to be now, though I suppose if I sat down and thought about it I would have to say "no, it's always been there"

still, it feels worse

as a child, when my parent's were divorcing I worked through a lot of things by writing

I remember so many times my writing began with "I'm so mad..." and for the first paragraph I would write every hard feeling I had, words pouring quickly on to the paper,  all the frustrations, anger, sadness coming out in a torrent

after that first outburst, my thoughts were freed from that weight and the rest of the page would be filled with quieter ponderings, either philosophical in nature or about nature itself

seemed those were my two favourite subjects to write about

ever since then words are how I have always found my way and writing them is down is how I make sense of what I'm experiencing and how I'm feeling about it

when I set myself the challenge to write 100 Haiku poems about the Yukon for the 100 Day project I thought, among other reasons, it would be a good distraction from the woes of the world

and it has been that

based on nature and inspired by the Yukon, I have written 22 so far

the first subject I chose was rain

we didn't get a lot of rain when I was growing up - summers were rather dry, the Yukon being classified as a "semi-arid" region

because of that rain was special, and it still is a delight to me so it made sense to begin there

this first poem was inspired by a drive to Dawson last summer... passing by a still-burning forest fire, it was raining lightly, the land shrouded with a mist

in some areas of the burn you could see the green already emerging, a stark contrast to the blackened land

its reassuring how quickly nature recovers

this one is a nod to the early spring ritual of my brothers and I scrambling through the forest on a quest to see the first sign of Spring crocuses on "Crocus Hill"

in typical Spring fashion, there was almost always sun and rain and this poem is a remembering of that

and another favourite memory ... in the Yukon I grew up in, scattered showers were the norm and it was rare for the sky to be completely covered in grey rain clouds and to pour rain steadily from morning to night

 (it's a bit different now as the climate there is changing)

instead, there was blue sky, clouds and scattered showers

the beauty of that was often, when the grey rain was falling, a shaft of light would break through the clouds and shine on the rain, changing it from a dull grey to a sparkling rain shower

we used to call them "sun showers", as if thousands of drops of sunlight were falling to the ground

simple, quiet reminders of things I noticed that mattered to me growing up... 

the things I am writing about are not unique and will be common to many, especially those who have lived close to nature

they're simply about my experience and what I noticed

and pleasant reminders of that

a coming together

a few days ago I finished my little book using the pages marked with memory

a few posts back I shared how I did that - you can read it here:

"add water and stir" 

I wanted to paint something for the inside covers using acrylics ink - I tried for a feeling of water and ground, perhaps a patch of snow or two

these first two images are off-cuts of that paper

the covers were made with a piece of linen painted with earth pigments

I used small strips of linen as a resist when painting it so the cloth looks almost like an old wooden sidewalk, the kind Whitehorse was full of when I was a child so another small piece of relevance to the work

coptic binding - I've made several books using this method but this was the first where I felt completely at ease with the process, it went smoothly, and though the stitching may look slightly crooked  in the photo below it isn't, it's just an optic illusion

 

each signature has three folios (folded pages), the centre one is shorter than the other two

there wasn't enough paper for three full-size pages and this seemed like an interesting compromise

now the challenge is to make use of that design detail when I fill the book though I haven't quite decided how, either writing in the centre with some kind of drawing or painting on the background page or vice versa

the centre-most page of the entire book is an abstracted photo of waves on a favourite Yukon lake printed on vellum

 

not sure exactly what I'll use this little book for but I'm happy to sit with it and wait - the right thing always comes along if I give it time and space to arrive on it's own

in the meanwhile, the thing that kept me busy all last week and again the week just past was a project I started in the spirit of the 

"100 Day Project"

where you do a thing every day for 100 days with the potential of having created something (or things) of some consequence, gaining focus skills, and increasing your knowledge/skills of your chosen subject

I've been wanting to write since I was a child, often writing poems and prose for hours but never with any real focus

for the 100 Day Project I chose to write one Haiku poem every day for 100 days

today I completed my 14th poem, and am pleased to say I have worked at this every day, both in the poetry writing itself and also in planing and adjusting the plan... as I do

so, it goes like this:

100 poems, ten subjects, ten poems in each subject

all subjects have to do with memories of life in the Yukon

five small books will be made, two subjects / 20 poems per book

when they are all written and the books made I'll make a special box, in the Japanese style to hold them

I also have a sketchbook where I write out each poem and the memory/inspiration behind it

I'm writing them in the 5 - 7 - 5 syllables over 3 lines format

I won't bore you with all 100 but every so often I'll share a favourite or two

it's a lot of work but the reward is the doing it

as it is with most things

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something different

Saturday evening and a good but busy week is behind me

no time to take any of the painted cloth further as I was settling in to a new, fairly long-term project so I thought I'd post some pictures from my most recent foray into print-making

I did these about ten days ago... using an Akua 5" x 7" printing plate along with Akua black ink

I find the "subtractive" process enjoyable although I didn't get some lines nearly clean enough so there is definitely a bit of a blur to this one

mountains, water and foreshore

I'm very pleased with the ridge-line on the closest mountain as well as it's shoreline, but missed the shore on the mid-ground one - we could say there was a landslide that ran straight into the lake obliterating the shoreline...

a close-up of the foreshore shows a few logs piled up along with other sticks and grasses

also pleased with this area though I admit the wood pile was meant to be a rock pile

I'll take the wood though as it's far more typical of Yukon lakeshores 

this last edit has a shortened sky and I used a "Noir" filter - I think it makes for a slightly cleaner image

I also like the smaller sky area, it seems to reduce the static in the image

print-making is a messy business but a rewarding one and with so many techniques to try I'll be back at it soon, now that this week's busyness has settled down a bit

so what kept me busy all week?

I was writing poems, Haiku to be exact!

more about that next week...

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I’ve removed all of those recommendations so going forward that shouldn’t happen to people, “Subscribing” means you will only get mine. For those who unsubscribed from the unwanted emails/newsletters, it also unsubscribed you from mine. The fix for that (if you choose) is to go to Substack, click your name or profile image, wherever it shows on the page (usually upper right) , then settings, subscriptions, notifications and re-select mine. Technology is all well and good when you know what you’re doing! 

making connections

setting aside a piece of the seepage-dyed fabric from last week, I quickly grabbed it back again

something in the way it landed in the basket caught my eye, a soft fold halfway down the cloth and immediately I thought of Martha's dress

for those that don't know about Martha's dress, a quick telling...

Martha Black was a prominent figure in Yukon history, having gone to Dawson during the Gold Rush, newly separated from her husband, pregnant and in search of a million dollars in gold, half of which was left to her by a prospecting friend who had recently died

if she could find it

she never did, but she stayed, remarried and went on to become the second woman elected to Canadian Parliament

among other things

she also loved to fish, hunt and collect wildflowers

the museum in Whitehorse has a dress of hers on display from her time in Ottawa

I had photographed it thinking there were some interesting patterns and lines in the embroidery I could copy into my sketchbook for reference, and I also liked the way the gathers of the skirt portion at the waistband resembled pleats

a printed photo of it happened to be laying on my work table one day when I was working with some grey silk 

one of the pieces I picked up was badly creased so I tossed it to the side where it happened to land on said photo - as I picked it up I noticed how the creases made me think of the neckline of Martha's dress...

and I was off

creasing pages in my sketchbook, adding simple running stitch

from that I cut swatches of linen and silk and began experimenting with different ways of making creases...

how to manage them when they connect?

overcast them or running stitch instead?

fold on the top or underneath?

or both?

endlessly fascinating

I took a larger piece of brown silk, folded a deep crease for a v neck and added chain stitching

the shibori-painted water fabric is a reference for her love of the Yukon river along which her and her husband George went in their boat, fishing, hunting, and searching for the wildflowers she loved so well

and so I come back to the beginning of this post, back to the cloth landing in a particular way

I grabbed this sketchbook, flipped to this page and laid the cloth where you see it

for reasons I don't know the colour of the dress was off in this print but it's a perfect match for my 

ink-painted fabric

and when I pulled up the original photo of the dress to show here, I again noticed the "pleated" effect of the skirt portion

which led me back to the ice

the basis of this work is centred on the overwhelming love Yukoners have for the land

it's a large territory with few residents, a population of just 46,000 for the entirety of it and most of the people who live there travel it widely, spending a lot of their time in nature, fostering a deep, fierce love for all of it

I have always said the people of the Yukon clothe themselves in their love of the land

wearing it like a second skin

essentially, I'm wanting to explore various elements of clothing in a way that references an element of the landscape by noticing these connections 

each to the other 

gosh I hope that makes sense!

today I found another photo of Martha, this time in a wool coat with a deeply notched lapel… I'm thinking mountains, a range of them... and the deep notch?

well, I suppose that could be the Chilkoot Pass, the one she hiked over… first though, there’s work to be done, with  ice, pleats, folds and tucks