My current web site lives here: www.luckystonestudio.com
That's where you will find all the information about my studio, Luckystone Feltworks, located in The Shirt Factory, Glens Falls, NY; my feltmaking workshops; workshops and retreats with guest instructors, and my current blog. (This site is essentially an archive, and no longer updated).
I hope to see you there!
Robin Blakney-Carlson
Robin at Luckystone Feltworks Studio
Personal musings by a felt maker teacher on the creative process, felt work and life.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Friday, March 30, 2012
NEFG
NEFG Exhibition 2012 at LARAC |
Show and Tell at Northeast Fiber Arts Center |
Chris White, Woodstock VT, dyeing program by Dianne Stott |
Carol and Marianne dyed a bit of silk |
Roz Spier in her Cyclone Coat, show and tell |
Guild workshop with Australian Myfanwy Stirling, Glens Falls, NY |
Linda Van Alstyne with her felt at show and tell, VT |
sqeezed into my studio for the business meeting |
I think if it were not for the inspiration, knowledge, and professionalism of the NEFG, I may not have Luckystone Feltworks Studio today. I certainly wouldn't know as many artistic women, and I wouldn't be part of such a warm, funny, creative, sharing, supportive network of feltmakers. And I would have had far fewer gourmet meals, philosophical discussions and pajama parties.
Labels:feltwork, felt, felting workshops
Linda Van Alstyne,
Luckystone Studio,
Northeast Feltmakers Guild,
Nuno Felt,
Wet Felt
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
AFTER OZ
I finally made my first trip to
Australia to visit my sister Polly!
Sulpher Crested Cockatoos on Linda's deck, Russell Island, QLD |
from Polly's deck |
Galah |
I admit, I did not expect to fall in love with Australia. But I did. I
fell in love with the sounds of the rain forest chorus in the morning,
possums thumping on the tin roof, the deafening din of cicadas that
would stop as abruptly as it began, the squawking of wild turkeys and the quarreling of galahs.
How it All Began
Robin & Polly, Coolangatta Airport |
Pretty-faced Wallaby from the kitchen |
The rest of our family cultivated a
sort of love-hate relationship with Australia. We proudly learned the
lyrics to Waltzing Matilda and Click Go The Shears from
our Aussie in-law Geoff. Familiarity with Australian
animals and culture became part of our collective knowledge, thanks the children's books Polly sent. My favorites were Wombat Stew, Possum Magic,
Koala Lou and
The Magic Firesticks.
There was no shortage of shocking tales shared about Australia's exotic side. Geoff's Mum spotted a carpet snake dangling from the rafters over
their wedding table. A python shed its skin in the toy
box. The undomesticated “kitchen lizard” pawed at the
door to go out. A guest tried to captured a spider on the bedroom wall but couldn't fit its legs under the the drinking glass. If I had been able to afford the
trip when my kids were growing up, I'm not sure my motivation was
keen. For all those years we saw Polly and her family way too infrequently (at six year intervals for ages), and when she did come home- our mother got fiercely patriotic. Australia had stolen her first born.
the Carpet Snake I never saw |
deceased Huntsman in the studio (before clean up!) |
guess who and where? |
I Booked It
Inspired by Polly's felting workshops, I gradually became a felt maker myself. Not exactly following in her foot steps, but dancing close behind. Finally my own kids were on their own, and I started to get serious about making the trip down under. I screwed up my courage and booked my ticket, along with our sister Susan, and we rendezvoused with Polly in Sydney on October 20.
Polly's Kitchen Lizard (actually a Skink) |
Fruit Bats (Grey-Headed Flying Foxes) |
snake track |
The whole place was one giant excitement for me. Every sound, every sight. Birds, bats, pods, bark, blossoms, branches, trunks and Roo Bars.
Roo Bar on Geoff's car |
A week
after we arrived I gave a two day Art Felts workshop at Polly's
Wild Turkey Studio in Lilian Rock, NSW, Australia. I was really nervous about teaching around Polly;
fear of failure or something, but it was a wonderful experience. Polly, Sue and I pitched in and cleaned up the studio for the event. It was the first time I've been in a studio that can be invaded by Turkeys. For real! We had to cover the wool I laid out for the class, or the Wild Turkeys would get into it and make a mess over night.
My students were joyous at being able to spend a few days felting, and spirits were high. Their familiar affirmation was of appreciation for the opportunity to have exclusive time to be creative. A couple of students took off in directions that diverged from the topic. That wasn't unusual, and I found my sense of humor to finesse the situation, and managed to cajole more experimentation with my suggestions. I needed to feel useful!
I brought USA produced wool batt to Oz, hmm.... |
My students were joyous at being able to spend a few days felting, and spirits were high. Their familiar affirmation was of appreciation for the opportunity to have exclusive time to be creative. A couple of students took off in directions that diverged from the topic. That wasn't unusual, and I found my sense of humor to finesse the situation, and managed to cajole more experimentation with my suggestions. I needed to feel useful!
Sachhiko laying out her felt |
Sachiko's Art Felt Skirt? |
Carol laying out |
Bronwyn laying out |
My teaching suggestion are
just that, but it is
an interesting juggle when you find yourself cajoling a
student to try it your way. Usually I tell students that I am
teaching the way I make
felt, and that I will be extra fussy with the details. If they are
beginners, I suggest that in time they will find their own way. I
joke that techniques I might cringe at may work perfectly well. If
they continue to do things the same way, in spite of my corrections,
I might ask if they want me to keep correcting them. I want to
determine if the lesson just hasn't sunk in, or if they are choosing
to do it differently.
felters going to town with their wool |
My lovely niece, the fabulous felter Myfanwy Stirling dropped by! |
Sachiko & Susan felting, Polly visiting |
Sue and Robin wetting down |
Polly's friend Robin stopped in during at the start of day 2 |
Sachiko- show and tell |
Robin and Robin |
embellishing and relaxing day 2 |
hand stitching, day 2 |
Carol's piece, partially done |
Art Felt became a play mat for a toadstool pony house |
Carol was beautifully inspired by a trip to Morocco |
Sporting one of Polly's shibori dyed nuno dresses over my jeans! |
Felting Moved to the Back Burner
A top priority for my visit had been to spend time felting and dying with my sisters, but it didn't work out. We did discuss technical aspects of garment making, I took notes and I tried on some of her pieces (fun!) but there just wasn't enough thinking time for me to actually felt there.
Sue did get Polly's help to start on a garment, and I took notes and photos, but I just can't work well under pressure. I need lots of thinking time...
Sisters at Sunrise at Uluru |
What we did instead was to pack up Polly's car for departure right after my students left, drove to Brisbane where we meet up with our dear friend Linda Fairbairn (of Journey Jottings) and the four of us flew into Yulara at the Red Center of Australia. Then we drove a camper bus half way across Oz to Cairns near the Great Barrier Reef. It was a spectacular spur of the moment ten day side trip. All four of us we were in awe of the sensuous landscape, no words or photos can begin to do it justice.
Stanley Chasm, West Mac Donnell Ranges, Northern Territory
sketching in the Chasm, with hand made walnut inks from Nimbin |
We are HERE! |
Linda with her Journey Jottings map of Central Australia |
seed pod |
Talk about
inspiring! Wow! I'll
be writing more about this later...
my happy feet on the red sand |
Labels:feltwork, felt, felting workshops
Art Felt,
Australian Felt Making Workshops,
Felting Workshops,
Luckystone Feltworks,
Luckystone Studio,
Nuno Felt,
Polly Stirling,
Sachiko Kotaka,
Sachiko Kotaka Workshop,
Stitched Felt
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