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What we found, 3.

3/24/2017

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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

Anyone who has followed this blog for a while -- especially in the summers -- knows my family cleans beaches in Prince William Sound, Alaska. We don't do this in an organized manner. We aren't part of a fleet, or a crew. It's just the four of us and a 29' Ranger Tug, sorting what we can and hauling it back to shore to recycle or chuck. We've messed up the trash count data on monitoring beaches (sorry guys, the sites weren't marked, but we're eager to help in a way that's more beneficial to all parties) and we've annoyed weekend fisherman by adding jetsam to the the dumpsters in Whittier (maybe you could break down your beer boxes and haul empty cans back to Anchorage instead of getting pissed off at a couple of kids and a mom dragging 50+ lbs of net ... also, we got permission from the Harbor Master a long time ago).

So, because of this connection to remote Alaskan beaches/fragile northern ecosystems and their proximity to the North Pacific Gyre, we rarely hit a beach without a trash bag. Even a warm beach.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We spent spring break on the east side of Kauai where we found plastic every time we walked our little swath of beach, plus a few people mildly surprised someone was cleaning it up. Some visitors remarked they hadn't even noticed any trash, and others assumed we would leave our sorted assemblages behind to wash out to sea. Some strode toward us with authority, maybe to tell us not to collect the local coral or shells, but then sheepishly changed direction and averted eyes when they realized we fisted handfuls of plastic. 
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Day 1.
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Day 5.
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
What we left behind.

​Don't get me wrong, this was a lovely clean beach. But we found we could perform this ritual every morning, on the same 50-foot stretch, and not run out of material. A sifter would have been helpful.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

Among micro plastics, we found 6 golf balls, a tee, a pencil, the brim of a visor and the laundry basket.
We found 32 pieces of plastic tubing, all cut to the same dimensions, in black, grey and green.
We found a pair of men's size 13 tennis shoes near the hauled out monk seal. 
We found red bits from gasoline jugs, pink from toys, a mess from styrofoam and rarity in purple.
We found the objects of work and domesticity and excess, objects of hard use and of uselessness.

We found a frying pan, handsome locals and half a green plastic easter egg.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We found other, more beautiful things people left on the beach.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

​We found handles of razors and toothbrushes, worn to fine picks. We found that not all beach glass is created equal and despite the million times I've asked my son not to, he still fills his pockets with hazards.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We found that my son will always build. My daughter will always embellish.
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We found folks poking through sand, looking for kahelelani or Pupu O Ni'ihau -- tiny shells barely bigger than the ball-head of a pin -- which, when strung with monofilament line, are used to make fantastic jewelry. After tales of a necklace allegedly priced at $50,000, my family began looking as well, and now have a sandy ziplock bag with 5 or 10 kahelelani and grandiose plans that far outweigh such a meager haul. But we further understand the worth and importance of such an historic and culturally based undertaking.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We found that a $15 Hawaiian print dress can make a girl forget her sunburn and her sullen brother and their clashing ideas about the built form.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We found new ways to be brave.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
This photo looks like she is a lot closer than she actually is. We kept our distance.

And found that a begged-for $4 reef chart might turn out to be the catalyst for a lifetime of self motivation and discovery.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
 
We found that the quest for perfection might eventually make a person sick.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, What we found, 3. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-3

We found that a few days away was enough for some of us to forget the North's pale rhythm, when one morning I commented I didn't think the kids had ever watched the sun actually pop up. My daughter looked at me, insulted, and said, "Of course I've seen the sun rise. I watch it rise over the mountains every morning on the way to school or from my classroom window." 

​Right.

I also found that I wasn't motivated to work much.
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If you ever feel a call to arms you could always get in touch with a formal beach clean up crew in your area or in places you visit in the future. Surfrider has several chapters and one on Kauai (not in Alaska). Unfortunately, we missed one of their beach clean up events by a few days. There are other efforts, other organizations.

You could also follow the Meissner Beach Rule: "5 pieces of trash, NOW, everybody....here's the bag...now 5 more..." Be safe and watch for needles and broken glass. Also, don't touch the capped plastic bottles half filled with amber liquid unless you're wearing gloves.

For other posts on cleaning beaches, follow the sidebar category Beach Work and scroll past this post, which will show up there now, too.

Lastly, there are other things to do in Hawaii besides clean beaches. For a Top 100 List, you could check out what the folks at Your RV Lifestyle put together. We don't have an RV in Alaska, but I grew up with one. Our boat feels like one sometimes, but that's only because it's the only time our kids get to eat marshmallows and the kitchen table becomes a bed. Good stuff.

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One year ago: The 9th boxes of mystery.

​Two years ago: The shortlist.

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Blood.

3/16/2017

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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood

​I recently updated my artist statement -- that challenge of fitting in every idea you have about your work into about 1000 characters -- a small piece of writing, but one that refines the point of why you're compelled to do what you do.

Or at least kicks your ass in the process.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood

​"Hand stitching isn’t fast work. It’s a quiet skill that feels tenuous, lost in a contemporary context, slipping away like childhood, like domesticity, like safety beneath the weight of something handmade. I sew because I don’t know what it is to not sew, despite the connotation of “minor art” or “women’s work,” and it’s this expectation of what the hand-sewn form is — protective, warm, decorative … the definition of the ideal domestic role — that compels me to push against it. I use abandoned cloth and old skills, relying on the traditional, beautiful handwork I was taught as a girl, then later as a professional seamstress, couching it within the painful, uncomfortable or frightening. My intent is to create thoughtful, arresting work, reliant on layers of narrative within the textile pieces themselves, yet resonating within the lens of history each viewer brings.


This is time-based work. 
An act of slicing apart, then piecing oneself back together."


​It's a version of the first artist statement I wrote in 2014. Not much has changed. But it still kicks my ass.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood

​I should probably whittle it further. 
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“My work is loving the world…which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.”


​– Mary Oliver 

But I'm not a poet.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood

And although I'm in my head most of the time, I'm not that smart. 

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.”

​~ Albert Einstein

But I'm a really good seamstress. And maybe a little mysterious.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post, Blood. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/blood

I'm shuffling through images, grouping themes to spread on the table as I move forward with this work, honing edges and abrading excess, waiting for the surprises that shouldn't be surprises at all. (Related theme-based posts are Ice. and Fire. and Bone.)

One thing that is a surprise, is that this blog was recently listed in the Top 60 Textile Blogs on the Planet. Yup. This one is #29. Huh. This, despite the description of, "Frequency - about 1 post per month." 

Hey, go easy. I'm a busy woman.
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Posted one year ago: A history of misunderstanding. (part of the histories series of visual how-to + backstory)

Posted two years ago: The traveling eye 7: Ruins. (part of the traveling eye series that I totally forgot about, but really love)
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    Amy Meissner, textile artist. Photo credit Brian Adams, 2013. www.amymeissner.com

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