Teachers amaze me! I particularly like it when they find ways of reusing items that would otherwise head for a landfill somewhere. Scholastic Book Orders are very exciting for most students, but let’s be honest, there seems to be an excessive amount of paper that, monthly, appears in your boxes and spread all over your staff room tables. True?
This week I happened to notice Stacie’s solution and re-purposing of the leftovers. In the past, I’ve had students roll sheets of newspaper to use in the building of a whole number of three dimensional constructions and also as a base for papier mache building. I’ve used newspaper in the construction of masks and helmets as well, but I’ve never thought to harvest the piles of book orders and create impressive sculpture with the resulting rolled pages. Longer rolls can be made rolling corner to corner…shorter and stronger, directly across, edge to edge. White glue is necessary just at the ending lip. If you are going to use brushes for this application, thoroughly clean the brushes out with hot water afterwards as this will permanently ruin your brushes otherwise.
In researching the possibilities, I also found a few ideas that might also be explored using the same materials. Here’s a relief sculpture.
Artist, Ophira Avisar and her creations with newspaper.
And while I often question the music and sound quality in these Youtube videos (Lol), this is the best I could find for making a newspaper roll paper basket. I own a circular newspaper roll basket and really like it. You could whistle while you build…:0)
Advent…and I think of my mother and father every day. This morning, before setting out on my hill-walk with Max, I have uploaded just a few photos of things that my mother has done with her hands over the years. I have some other items to share…her sewing and her crafts, but this is a beginning. My mother’s hands have been busy…and the fruits of her labour have been beautiful, enriching all of our lives. Little did she know as she made these things, that her children would be treasuring them always. As I lit my first purple advent candle this Sunday, I thought of Mom, Dad and my sister and brothers. I love you, dear family.
My Mother's Letters 1970s
My mother wrote me beautiful descriptive letters. In this letter, dated September of 1974, she described the changes in the Catholic church, St. Patricks, in Sherbrooke, Quebec. She described my little sister as she was the flower girl for my auntie’s wedding. Mom had a way of bringing me close to her heart, even though I was at such a distance.
Mom described how she was preparing for yet another bazaar for her church…something that she did each and every year right about this time. She ‘worked herself to the bone’, she would say…and she did. Now days, surprisingly enough, I almost feel that her urgency was coming from a place deep within her. I didn’t know that at the time.
Cross Stitch Reflections
Mom’s stitches were so even, so careful. She did several cross stitch pieces…it was a phase she went through. So many years ago, when we were very young, she did very tiny petit points. I marvelled at her patience.
It broke my mother and father’s hearts when Mom had to let go of her weaving loom. It represented better times…it represented Mom’s joy of weaving…of good health. Mom’s weaving was very special to her. I still marvel that she could figure out how to set the warp strands.
Mom was ALWAYS knitting. She knit each member of the family an irish knit sweater, toques, scarves and winter hats of every variety! Some of her patterns for hats were so bizarre that I used to really wonder about them! I remember one that was like a latticed pumpkin pie and another, a vertically striped stocking hat…just where did she get these ideas? I did not appreciate or treasure these objects enough and would give anything to still own one of them so that I could give them to my daughters.
By My Mother's Hands
This is a profoundly complicated pattern…but something that my mother gifted to me. I will treasure it always!
While most were going to the wicker store to purchase their baskets, my mother was weaving her own. She learned several different techniques and then work shopped and taught others. While Mom and Dad lived in Brampton, Ontario, I remember visiting and having Mom teach me how to prepare, soak and weave in this manner.
Authentic Weaving By My Mother's Hands
This was Mom and Dad’s Easter gift to me…
Corn husk dolls were something that my mother created, with a flourish. These little ladies, as well as many other folk art pieces filled her home and provided generous gifts for family and friends. While there are many other hand-crafted items that Mom created, these photos capture a wee taste of my mother’s abilities. I love and cherish my mother’s hands!
I’m taking a huge interest lately in templates for traditional quilting. My artist’s statement is evolving to incorporate a commentary on remnants and how women have traditionally created utilitarian and aesthetic objects out of bits and pieces of things. I believe these pieces reflect much about various cultures and more importantly, reflect the patience and hope of women.
I will publish my completed statement here at some point, but in the meantime, am completing a number of pieces that I consider studies…pieces that should open up a body of work of some significance in terms of ‘meaning and context’ as opposed to representation. I’m going to paste a number of images here, knowing full well that due to copyright, they may start disappearing just as quickly. We’ll see how astute the internet police are. I will try where I can to provide the links that I use and hope that this credit will give license for their use.