We peddled the surrey all the way to Sonic the other day and got milkshakes and slushies. Going to Sonic felt like a very American thing to do, and peddling the surrey felt like a very Elsewhere-ian thing to do.
I have the spent the last few days digging through dusty filing cabinets and crumbling cardboard boxes for any evidence of Elsewhere's original matriarch Sylvia Gray. Laura and I have been especially interested in finding anything that has her handwriting on it. Sylvia seemingly didn't throw anything away and in the collection of 1950s junk mail and 40 years of bank statements we found some bits that will be useful in our project.
My textiles pal Lydia Haywood-Munn has begun a new project as part of her Handmade Assembly residency in Sackville, New Brunswick. Lydia is nuts about embroidery and wants you to get stitching too! If you'd like to become part of her project (and get something beautifully handmade in return!) you need to:
1. Embroider a postcard for Lydia (don't worry if you're new to the world of thread - she's got a tutorial on her blog)
2. Pop your postcard in the mail (the address is also on her blog)
3. Wait by your mailbox and you'll soon receive an embroidered postcard from Lydia!
You can find find out everything you need to participate right here.
Laura and I arrived in Greensboro, NC on Wednesday to begin our month as artists-in-residence at Elsewhere. Set up in a former thrift shop that now functions as a museum, we are challenged to make work inspired by the collections of the thrift shop's original 'hoardaculturalist'. Here Laura and I are getting ready for our portrait. We're in the Mirror Forest room and wearing pieces from their AMAZING vintage collection.
It has been my dream to visit the Brooklyn neighbourhoods mythologized by Jay-Z. The Marcy Houses have surely seen many changes since his childhood in the 70s, but as a fan its attraction to me as the community that influenced a young Jay-Z still holds its mystique, regardless of passed time. Alison and I walked the treed pathways where I imagined him riding his bike, falling in love with hip hop and honing the business skills and artistic sensibility from which he built his career and provided to him a wealth of life experience to draw from for his music. This was Graceland for me.