Climb Every Mountain???

I'm not sure about climbing every mountain, but I've climbed a few since I started hiking again on April l of this year. This picture was taken in the Jay Range in the High Peaks area of the Adirondacks. It was a cloudy day with a little rain but still a wonderful place to spend the day.

The trail to the summit of Buck Mountain near Lake George, New York is bursting with color. Although the colors are "past peak", they are still a delight to behold. Some areas of the trail give new meaning to Robert Frost's phrase "yellow woods". They are lit with a golden light that only appears in the autumn and makes everything it touches glow.

This is the view from the summit of Buck Mountain taken on Sunday, October 25. Even though Sunday was my twenty-sixth trip to the summit of Buck since April 1, I don't tire of the view.
I will have a year of Buck Mountain in photographs after hiking this winter. They will keep me busy in the studio for quite some time, I'm sure.

No Flat Cats Road Kill Exhibit

There was this really cool rubber

thing on the bike trail near the

highway, so, of course, I picked it

up and brought it home. I

slapped it on the counter but

my husband wasn't happy about

the object being on the counter.

"Do you know what that is?" he said.

"No, but it's cool" I said.

He said, "It's a sewage grinder

pump gasket. Get it off the counter!"

It had come creeping out from under one of our Adirondack snowbanks in March and thinking, "How germy could it be after being out in the snowbank all winter?" I gave it a Clorox bath anyway, just in case.

I thought was the perfect for the ARTAA (Adirondack Regional Textile Artists' Alliance) exhibit of art quilts made from "Road Kill" aka junk that members found on the sides of the roads or wherever they happened to be walking or hiking that spring. So the creative process began.

I decided I'd have to use toilet tissue. After all, it was a sewage grinder pump gasket. So I painted canvas with gel medium, criss crossed it with toilet tissue then painted another layer of

gel medium mixed with watercolors over the toilet tissue. I scanned the gasket, printed the pictures on PFD cotton, printed Extravorganza with a photo I'd taken, rounded up some scraps of fiberglass sheet rock tape I'd painted and began the composition. All went well until I tried to quilt the piece on my Bernina. The "dang" thing had become so stiff from all the gel medium that it wouldn't bend well enough to cooperate with the sewing machine. So I cut it into two pieces. It still didn't bend well, but I managed to sew minimal lines of quilting through it to hold it together.

SGPG Diptych has been part of two ARTAA exhibits. People are really getting a kick out of the exhibit and want to know what we're going to do next! We really don't have flat cats in the

exhibit just the remains of several stuffed animals the grandchildren donated to the cause. My thanks go to Eileen Donovan for the photography.

A Place to Paint

Yay!
Finally-studio
space,
a place to paint.
Kris Gregson Moss
has the space next door.
The purple trim is the opening between our spaces. Sensibiliteas, the best tea shop in New York, is next to Kris' space. We're located in the Troy Shirtmaker's Building in Glens Falls, New York along with Adirondack Quilts, Elements of Art, a yoga studio, a feltmaker, and other galleries and studios.

Thursday I was there painting with purple, red and lime green, the colors of the day. Maybe the next day I paint it will be yellow, green and white. We'll see what the muse decides! The vibes are good at the shirt factory so I'm hoping the painting will be good, too. Yay!

In the Spirt of Degas: Art Inspired by Music

Ask the members
of the ARTAA.
They'll all
tell you I
keep saying,
like the
New York
Lottery ads,
"You can't win
if you don't play." So I trotted myself off to take "Rouge et Noir" the Lower Adirondack Arts Council's Lapham Gallery to enter the upcoming exhibit, In the Spirit of Degas: Art Inspired by Music. The email came today telling me that not only had Rouge et Noir been accepted, it won second place in the exhibit. Needless to say, I'm a happy camper.

Would they have given me second place if they knew that:

1. The background of Rouge et Noir is acrylics on the Brawny paper towels that I used to clean up my palette and brushes.
2. The batting is paper shop towels.
3. The bottom section is a paper towel from the restaurant atop the sky tower in San Antonio. They were so big, soft and yummy that I scarfed a couple and stuck them in my purse. Ye gads! I'm a paper towel thief!
4. The sheer columns are fiberglass sheet rock tape painted with acrylics. ????

Guess I'll just go to the opening on August 14 and see if anyone is on to me! Grin.

Exhibiting at the Adirondack Museum

"North Woods", 21 long x 31 wide, Acrylics, dye, markers, cotton

The Adirondack Museum in Blue Mountain Lake, New York has asked to exhibit "North Woods" at their Fiber Festival on Saturday, September 12. They've also requested "Meadow".

"Meadow", (close up), 31.5 long x 41.5 wide, Framed, Acrylics, Setacolor, cotton, upholstery fabric. Check my website for a view of the entire piece .

It will be fun to be at the Museum for the Fiber Festival since I'll have work in three of the exhibits at the Mueseum that weekend, the Common Threads Exhibit which is being held for a second year through 2010, work in the exhibit for the Fiber Festival, and work in the ARTAA (Adirondack Regional Textile Artists Alliance) No Flat Cats Road Kill Exhibit (more on that another time!).


The Museum kicked off the annual Fiber Festival two years ago and had a good response. We're hoping that with all the traditional and art quilts being exhibited, attendance will soar and the festival will be expanded. Feedback from museum staff has indicated that the Common Threads exhibit has generated a lot of interest. That's a good thing for the museum, the traditional quilting community, and for those of us who are the "out of the box" art quilters, too.


I hope you get a chance to visit Blue Mountain Lake in September to see the traditional and art quilts at the Adirondack Museum. The Adirondack Museum is a gem and well worth the trip. It's a beautiful time of year in the Adirondacks, too.

The Show is On!

Today is opening day for my show at the Adirondack Mountain Club Headquarters in Lake George, New York. The show runs through August 31.

The ADK Headquarters is located on Rte 9N just off Exit 21 of the Adirondack Northway (I87) .

Nancy DiDonato and I hung the show yesterday. Thankfully, Nancy is tall and very good with the measuring tape!

If you're in the Lake George area on vacation this summer, I hope you get a chance to stop by.

Creating vs Not Creating: Is it Possible?

I'm borrowing the idea from Diane Evans' entertaining blog relating her adventure in Celebrity Land to tell about my adventure. I hiked my first two high peaks in the Adirondacks this week.

I hiked the Inca Trail in Peru in 2006 and managed to haul myself over Dead Woman's Pass at 14,200 feet, but it's not the same as hiking in the Adirondacks. Unlike the terraced and well trodden Inca Trail, we have rocks, roots, streams, and mud in the trails here not to mention black flies and mosquitos.

"High Peak" here means over 4000 feet high. There are lots of people here who hike in the mountains and lots of people who have hiked the highest 46 mountains which earns them the designation of being a "46er". Some hardy souls are also "Winter 46ers" which means hiking these mountains on snowshoes during the Adirondack winters...if you can imagine that...but I digress.

Of course anyone who hikes here and knows the area will tell you that my first two high peaks are the easiest of the 46 high peaks to do. But that's okay. After a two year break from hiking and having started again April 1, I'm happy to have been on the summits of Cascade and Porter Mountains Thursday. I'm not one to ask someone to take my picture, but this was a monentous occaision, so my very patient "46er" hubby, my own personal hiking guide, took the picture. You can see some of the other high peaks in the distance. They're waiting for me on another day.

The mountains are wonderful with the birds singing, the brooks babbling, the wind rustling the leaves and the sunlight drifting through the trees. I've been carrying my camera and taking pictures. The images are making their way into my work.

Where does the creative process go when we're out of the studio or out of the creative zone? All those sights, sounds, tactile experiences and emotions become part of our souls and emerge in our work. So...do we ever really stop creating even when we're living our "other lives"?