Reef cuff with yellow sapphire, hessonite garnet and tourmalines.
THE LAST NOTES OF SUMMER
Experiencing a total solar eclipse is superlative: amazing, mind-blowing, incredible, awesome, surreal. The words don't mean much, but the sights and sensations of witnessing such a rare and beautiful experience lived up to the hype.
Craig and I had scouted a location at the crossing of two country roads where we'd have some elevation and a 360-degree view of the sky, and would be free of the predicted crowds. My daughter flew in from NYC, and friends from Boulder and San Francisco arrived over the weekend. After setting up camp on the roadside, there was time to enjoy a picnic and sip cold Coronas (of course) while we waited. Finally, as the day darkened and strangely sharp shadows developed, our sense of anticipation intensified while our NASA-approved eclipse goggles enabled us to watch the dark crescent of the moon grow bigger and bigger.
Craft show tent put to good use.
Mother/daughter viewing. A minute before totality a cloud passed over the sun, so Craig removed his glasses. How about this crazy lighting? Happily, it cleared just in time for us to see this:
Disclaimer: this is a professional photo. None of us had the proper filter to take our own pictures of the eclipse, but it really did look just like this! We wolf-howled and marveled at the 360-degree sunset and the strange drama of the black circle surrounded by white flames in the sky above. And then it was over.
Looking back at the Summer of Love Our friend Penny, who has generously hosted us year after year in San Francisco, is lucky enough to live within walking distance of Golden Gate Park. On our free day before the show, Craig and I went to the
De Young Museum to see two excellent shows.
In 1967 I was still in Connecticut, probably thinking about junior prom. Several years later I moved to Boulder, and immersed myself in the still-thriving hippie culture that had filtered in from the west coast. There were plenty of fellow geezers at the museum doing their nostalgia tour of Fillmore East concert posters and handmade multicolored fashion, as well as reminders of how far the era advanced our social and political cultures.
The other show that we loved was work by Southern African-American artists. One of my favorites was Leonardo Drew.
Born in Tallahassee and raised in gritty Bridgeport, Connecticut, his sculptures are raw and vibrant, constructed from found materials, mostly wood and metal. His work reflects the inner city environment in which he grew up, put into forms both organized and random, spontaneous and planned.
Drew's enormous installation in the De Young lobby.
Detail, looking up from the floor.
The artist working on the installation.
| Leonardo Drew sculpture.
||Close up of a telephone pole in the Mission District.
A pile of new designs to keep us busy and begin preparations for my next event, a trunk show at Terra Firma Gallery in Sonoma, in mid-October. (I'll be emailing a show reminder when the date gets closer.) Here are a few new pieces featuring a more autumnal palette. Full descriptions and details are on my website.
Spectrolite, tourmaline, Tahitian pearl necklace.
Twig cuff with Persian turquoise, citrine, tourmaline.
How to entertain a friend who visits Lincoln from San Francisco? While Lincoln doesn't possess the limitless cultural choices of a cosmopolitan city, there are a few things to show off to visitors. The International Quilt Study Center
at the University of Nebraska is one. The current exhibition, Sacred Scraps, features textile art and quilting of Central Asia, primarily Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan and Turkmenistan in this show.
The brilliant reds and intricate patterns, sometimes embellished with embroidery, indicate a rich tradition of laboriously handcrafted clothing and household goods.
In Turkmenistan, mothers gathered pieces of cloth from neighboring yurts to sew talismanic garments for their child in hopes of a long life. As in this child's coat, the edges of the fabric were left raw, so as to prevent stunted growth.
| Hangings were used to partition off yurts or also as wedding gifts, as bed covers for the new couple.
We'll take the high road
A week from Friday I'll be off on a 3-week hiking adventure through the Scottish Highlands and Isle of Skye. It will be a girls' trip with three of my closest friends from college days in Boulder. Yes, that's a corkscrew in my growing pile of travel supplies, in case I don't develop a taste for whiskey. Edinburgh first, while we recover from jet lag and enjoy the city, then we'll cover high roads and low roads as we walk the 96 miles of the West Highland Way.
Enjoy the holiday weekend!