No Action, Much Ruminating

Not much has been happening on the production of art front here. Several months ago, I went through most of the work produced in the past year or two and trashed it or tucked it away. I have been frustrated with my inability to bring to reality the great ideas I have. (Perhaps I am not visualizing well how the final work should look. And there are times I wonder if I am capable of bringing the ideas to fruition.) During this period of reflection (my guilt says it is my laziness) I considered the idea of contacting my painting teacher from the DeCordova and ask if she would be interested in doing an ongoing critique with me. I haven't followed up with that but have not dismissed it out of hand either. I have been working some on my needlepoint, however, bringing part of it to completion and adding some experimental things to it as well. This and my knitting have brought me back to the issue of fiber as art. Not so surprising (there are no coincidences) I recently drove to Andover to see an exhibit of fiber art by Sheila Hicks, and have been reading, in a book about art theory, about "women's arts--and crafts" and questioning whether they are "art" or not. Painting is not everything.