This marks my second batch of avocado dye. Still not using any mordant-my same recipe from last time, but with maybe five or six more pits. This time I left the pits in while the fabric soaked, and it has seemed to create these sort of marks and clouds. Another thing I did differently was after taking the fabric out of the dye bath and hanging it to dry, I soaked it in a mixture of half vinegar half water to set it. I left it in there for two nights. The pic below was snapped after removing it from the vinegar mixture and while it was drying.
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Sunday, July 31, 2016
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Textiles Curatorial Internship at the Baltimore Museum of Art
I am so lucky to be able to say that I was chosen to be the summer and fall Textiles Curatorial Intern at the Baltimore Museum of Art. I will be working for the Textiles Curator Anita Jones. I went into the museum two weeks ago to watch the install of their latest exhibit Kimono and Obi: Romantic Echoes From Japan's Golden Age . I could not have asked for a more incredible exhibit to come in on.
Photo Courtesy of the BMA:Kimono Furisode 1912-1989, Taisho (1912-1926) or Showa (1926-1989). Japan. Gift of Mrs. D.M. Cheston, Baltimore 1990.113
Photo Courtesy of the BMA:Kimono Furisode 1912-1989, Taisho (1912-1926) or Showa (1926-1989). Japan. Gift of Mrs. D.M. Cheston, Baltimore 1990.113
Monday, July 18, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Autobiography of a Geisha
" In fact, at that very moment I was walking toward the event that would determine the rest of my life: I was to be sold as a geisha. Yet even if I had not been sold as a geisha, for someone like me, there could never be any road to happiness.
Even now it fills me with anger: I want to rage against the miserable lives we lead, those of us who are born into this world as blots of sin because of a parent's irresponsibility; I want to cry out that a life like mine must never be repeated. No matter how deep in disgrace, a human being is human, after all. The human spirit wanders ceaselessly in search of light; and if it finds a light of some sort, it strives somehow to get near it, struggling, writhing in anguish. Yet even as it writhes in anguish, it is drowned before it reaches the light. If you have the heart of a human being and you become the parent of a human being, then even if it exhausts every bit of your energy, until that child can walk alone I want you to do your duty as a parent."
p. 18, Autobiography of a Geisha by Sayo Masuda
This book made such an impact on me. I highly recommend reading it.
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