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Hard won.

9/20/2016

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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won
"Spontaneous Combustion," (54" x 77") Wool, cotton, vintage domestic linens. Machine pieced, hand embroidered, hand appliquéd, hand quilted, 2013. Permanent collection of the Anchorage Museum at Rasmuson Center.

​In 2013 I entered "Spontaneous Combustion" in Earth, Fire & Fibre XXIX, a biennial exhibition at the Anchorage Museum at Rasmuson Center. I'd missed the deadline 2 years prior, when my children were 3 and 5 years old. At the time, missing a deadline had felt like one of so many small failures. 

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

I'd sobbed on the living room floor and told my husband I felt some train barreling towards me and the greatest fear wasn't that it would run me over, but that it would pass right by. Melodramatic? Yes. Hormone induced? Yes. Authentic? Totally.

So I drove all of that emotion into this piece.
And entered two years later.
And won a prize.
And the museum purchased that work.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

I waited 13 years to have children. I had two careers, completed three degrees, read all those birthing books before they came into my life. 
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won
 
But no one could tell me how sleep deprivation would affect me personally, or what part of the hormonally-laced spectrum I would slide along after giving birth -- a froth of postpartum anxiety with a sprinkle of postpartum OCD? That sounds about right. 

​It's all here, in every stitch.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

My parents hadn't seen the piece in person and this was the third time I'd made an appointment to bring them to the museum for a visit. I cancelled the first visit when my mother returned from Sweden with pneumonia and couldn't travel to Alaska from the Lower 48. I cancelled the second when my grandmother in Sweden passed away.

Most of the original handwork in this piece came from women in Sweden -- great aunts, a grandmother, a great grandmother -- all gone now. To cut into their work felt sacrilegious one second and cathartic the next. My son and daughter drew all of the images around the border, easily four generations of my family have contributed to this piece.

​It's a time capsule.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won
Dad.

It's held in the safest place it could possibly reside.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

It's hidden from light, from temperature and humidity fluctuations, from my future teenagers who will decide to have a house party featuring all shades of vomit. It's rolled, right side out, around a cushioned bolster wrapped in Tyvek -- a paper-like, polyethylene olefin material that repels moisture and dust, with a slick surface that won't snag fabrics or degrade over time. Since we're nerding out here, you should know that Tyvek can be sewn into bag forms or wrapped around costume hangars or furniture, too. (If you are interested in this material and how conservators use it, you can learn more about it in a post by the Philadelphia Museum of Art, which describes the four-year-long rehousing of their costume and textile collection. You could also purchase a 50-yard roll of Tyvek through University Products if you have a little froth of anxiety or sprinkle of OCD, yourself.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

As a woman, it's difficult to talk about my early mothering experience without feeling judged, but as an artist, I mine this cave to its depths. 

Frankly, artists get judged all the time ... and sometimes they win prizes.

Mothers -- parents -- should receive more prizes, too.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Hard won. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/hard-won

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If you want to learn more about the process of making "Spontaneous Combustion," you can read A history of fire, part 1 and part 2. The Histories category in the blog side bar will take you to a series of other process posts about my work, with a smattering of visual how-to. 

Now, go order some Tyvek.

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Cloth. It's a landscape.

7/28/2016

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Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Telegraph Creek: Dog Sled (30 x 18" x 2") Cotton thread on antique textile, hand embroidered, 2014. Diana Weymar.

I was recently contacted by the Gynocentric Art Gallery (The GAG, "A gallery that values the brain and cuts the bias") to write a companion essay for the online exhibition of Diana Weymar's recent textile-based work. The GAG is the project of Danielle Hogan, the founding director, who is currently presenting a talk about this project in Barcelona, Spain. My thanks to her for asking me to respond to Diana's work.

I've collaborated with these two women before in the exhibition "Every Fiber of My Being" at the Paul Robeson Gallery at the Arts Council of Princeton, and while I've never met either of them, I connect with their work and writing. Collaborating again felt like a series of streams converging before splitting apart again -- natural, intense, a churn of minerals and distance traveled all melding to create a brand new moment.

Excerpts of the essay are below, and you can read the full essay plus see Diana's exhibition here. I am always considering landscape in my own work and what someone recently described as "insistent work." The idea that the two are connected has been brewing for some time and this essay was an opportunity to grow some flesh on those bones. Diana's thoughts on land and insistence are featured in italics. It's like we were having a conversation face to face, but if we had, we'd have interrupted one another too many times. 

Then of course, there'd have been the wine.

The Pull of the Needle:
​Diana Weymar and the Landscape of Cloth.

In any environment there exists an Inevitable Season, an undercurrent that informs inhabitants of what to do, where to go and when. In the far north, despite the intensity of summer’s light-stretched days, all birth and impossible growth and exhaustion, the scent and thrum of winter always exists on the periphery, waiting. Sometimes we look askance, whisper its name. To have this adamant ghost as part of the landscape at any point in one’s life — childhood, adulthood, parenthood — builds an unrelenting understanding that never entirely leaves the psyche. The creative impulse can’t be ignored or set aside for another day, because the time is now, the time is now, the time is now. 

Winter is coming.

Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Telegraph Creek: The Swing (14" x 18" x 2") Cotton thread on antique textile, hand embroidered, 2015. Diana Weymar.
Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Interlaced | Artifacts Series (dimensions variable) Found objects, 2013-15. Diana Weymar.

​When first introduced to images of artist Diana Weymar’s contemporary embroidery, I felt instantly connected to its tactile, insistent quality. I lingered over folds and layers of the intimate stitched work and manipulated found objects, considered her steps, her thought process. It wasn’t surprising to learn she spent part of her childhood in northern British Columbia, Canada, a vast, unpredictable landscape, hinged to shifting light and season. As a northerner, I recognize the persistent need to shape and create forms that explore the existing or unremarkable objects of a life, honoring hand skills, self sufficiency and a demand to question, create and transform. With magnetic intensity, we point to cloth, object and back to the self.
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Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Nature Book, p. 29 (dimensions variable) Found objects. Diana Weymar.

"The language of the landscape of the riverbank of the Stikine River is vast and raw. Untouched. Unconquerable. It humbles the human. What happens when you cannot control the nature environment is that you start with small movements. You plant a garden, dig a ditch, cast a net, build an outhouse, the list goes on. You insist that you exist. And yet you don't because the minute you stop, you leave, it returns to the way it was before you arrived. I think this is what I learned. That we are temporary and that we must work to exist. We must insist that we belong, survive, create, and express."

Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Healthcare Workers (8" x 8") Cotton thread on antique textile, hand embroidered, 2015. Diana Weymar.

For women artists who maintain a studio practice when their children are young, there are seasons when the domestic landscape is just as bleak as the most northern, contributing to the slow unraveling of self. The historic significance of reaching for cloth isn’t lost on contemporary needle workers and fiber artists, many of whom are mothers. Cloth is understood despite the inevitability of its migration, abandonment and constant unearthing in and around the demands of children, family and home. When I discover other artists who’ve embraced this form, without apology, without question, without some historic burden of craft versus art, I’m immediately in kinship. The work provides a way of existing in the slow moment while still exercising the tireless will, despite the surrounding chaos that wants always to draw us away. As generations of women understood, the pull of the needle is an urgent companion. We seek the tool, it disappears beneath our hands, it re-emerges again. It represents a balance.


"Motherhood is also a wilderness. You work, share, toil, shape, and create as a parent but it is also vast and raw. It too is a slow process of letting go. Of insisting and then resisting. Of letting time do its work. Time works away at all of us. Making the invisible visible. This is another part of my work that comes from living so close to nature: we are always creating evidence of work that will be removed by time. The landscape grows over. The material frays. The object eventually slips from our hands and we do not know if it will be picked up and thrown away."

Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-its-a-landscape | July 2016
Telegraph Creek: Tanning a Moose Hide (22" x 18" x 2") Cotton thread on antique textile, hand embroidered, 2015. Diana Weymar.

By slowing the hand, the mind is held to the landscape of cloth, but within it is the freedom to wander and expand, fully considering the next word or stitch before each plunge, embracing the luxury of the tautness of thought. When onlookers remark on the likes of us hunched over this old way of working, it’s often with, “Oh, my mother embroidered,” or “My grandmother was a seamstress.” But what stories did those women bury in cloth? What narratives hid, folded and silent in their laps? Which unspoken words were couched in that drum of a hoop? Mark upon mark, stitch after stitch, they may well have been their best selves in that stolen time, blanketing, transforming and fully ruling that remote land.

Diana Weymar, artist | www.amymeissner.com/blog/cloth-it's-a-landscape | July 2016
Trump Towels (dimensions variable). Hand embroidery on antique tea towels. Diana Weymar.

For the complete essay and many, many more images of Diana's work head on over to the GAG.

And here is Diana's bio: 

Diana Weymar has exhibited work at The Ministry of Casual Living, Vancouver Island School of Art, Xchanges Gallery, The Arts Centre at Cedar Hill, The Midwives Collective, The Smithers Art Gallery, 1580 Gallery, and Makehouse. She was a Build Peace 2015 Artist in Nicosia, Cyprus, and she will be again at Build Peace 2016 in Zurich. She is the Spring 2016 Anne Reeves Artist-in-Residence at The Arts Council of Princeton. She is participating in and curating a show – Every Fiber of my Being– at the Taplin Gallery at the Arts Council that opens on March 5th, featuring work by Amy Meissner, Katie Truk, Cassie Jones, Caroline Lathan-Stiefel, Danielle Hogan and Maira Kalman. She has taught art workshops in schools and volunteered with Art Therapy programs with the Victoria Immigrant and Refugee Centre Society and at the Queen Alexandra Centre for Children’s Health. She has also served on the Board of Princeton Young Achievers and worked in publishing and feature film in New York City. Diana has studied art at The Arts Council of Princeton (NJ) and The Vancouver Island School of Art (BC) and she has a B.A. in English and Creative Writing from Princeton University.

If you are interested in more writing and/or imagery about the North, check out the blog posts under the sidebar category: Alaska.
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Walking away from the whale.

7/9/2016

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"Peaceful journeys, Whale. You fill us with awe, even in death."

Eve V.

I've lived in Alaska for 16 years, almost half that time with children. I know how this place has shaped me, but I have no life comparison for them. The North is all they've ever known.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale
Leaving a dead humpback whale, Kincaid Park, Anchorage, Alaska.

"If I was younger, I'd probably be crying right now."

​Astrid, age 7
 
Earlier this summer, I got it in my head that my daughter and I needed to slog through some workbooks to bolster her reading and writing skills. One of the first worksheets -- a "which-one-of-these-items-doesn't-belong-in-this-list" affair -- featured an illustration of a bear rolling out his sleeping bag at the top of the page. A wilderness theme, logically. 

So, which item doesn't belong?
​ fire, candle, radio, flashlight.

She chose "candle."
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale

​According to the test creators, my daughter's answer to question #1 would've been wrong.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale

But her logic was this: "I'd need the fire to stay warm, the flashlight to see in the dark, and the radio so I could call for help."

Ah yes. That kind of radio. 

Hers was the answer that would keep her -- maybe even us -- alive.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale

​This morning we hiked a mile downhill to a beached humpback whale lodged at the edge of Kincaid Park in Anchorage. I've written about finding things on beaches before, mostly in Prince William Sound and sometimes elsewhere, but we didn't stumble upon this morning's find; we traveled to the whale with intention.

My son, age 10, had a theory as to why the whale's side had split open, spilling guts into the silt.

"It's probably all the gases expanding. Like that one time when you put the red lid on the sourdough batter and it blew right off." ​

Their filter for the world is connected to their sense of place.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale

​You are probably wondering what kind of olfactory experience that whale was, and the four of us can say, for the rest of our lives, with authority: "Smells like a long dead whale." Now we know.

There are times when I ask myself why we would ever choose to live here. Why, as an architect and an artist, my husband and I aren't willing to return to an urban hub, to a different kind of exposure or set of opportunities in some other place, one not so remote. 

I wonder, why at one time we turned our backs on just such a place and walked so far away.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post Walking away from the whale. | www.amymeissner.com/blog/walking-away-from-the-whale

Without the naivety of the first lesson -- the false assuredness, the bumbling, the sliding -- the second lessons are different. After you've learned from something, you'll never experience it the same way twice.

Maybe the deeper lesson is knowing you don't want to.

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PechaKucha.

4/1/2016

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This afternoon at the Studio Art Quilt Associates (SAQA) conference in Philadelphia, 24 artists participated in 3 rounds of PechaKucha talks. No, not a Chupacabra, not a puh-chaw-kuh-chaw, not a pitchy kookie, not a picky kackie ... a PechaKucha.

(A concise way of presenting, which allows each speaker only 20 slides, shown for 20 seconds each. After your last slide, you shut up, sit down and let the next speaker speak).

The experience was moving, vibrant, inspiring and I'm thrilled to have been a part of it. Many thanks to Maria Shell for her persuasion and hard work putting it together.

​My PechaKucha talk is below and clicking on an image will take you to other posts related to the work featured, its process/history or sister pieces. If you've never visited my blog before, this might be a good introduction.

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In Defense of Doilies: An Artist's Relationship to Materials.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha
 
My name is Amy Meissner. I'm an artist in Anchorage, Alaska. My work explores fear and loss, motherhood, womanhood, and the fleeting quality of memory. While I don't always work in the quilt form, I do hold intention to work within the boundaries of abandoned cloth.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

I come from Scandinavian women. I am the 12th first-born daughter to a first-born daughter, a line extending to 1642. My son severed this lineage; if born a girl, that daughter would've been the 13th.

​I don't know what kind of inheritance that would have been, but I know mine.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

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Part of my relationship to cloth comes from a heritage steeped in making. Of bent necks, rough hands and stabbing needles. Swedish women have sent me linens my entire life -- I filled a trunk with doilies, tea towels and pot holders. Unwanted -- by me-- for the most part.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha
 
But when I had children, I sensed a shift. My living questions encompassed thoughts like, "How do I escort my daughter into womanhood with grace and joy and strength?"
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"How have my own experiences shaped me as a mother?"

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

"How do I gather the tools I still need -- to get it right?"
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​To have a relationship with one's materials is to be open to the narrative power of voice. Not just your own echo, but in my case, open to the ghosts of prior generations, who still have something to say. 

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

Whether or not you want to hear it. 
Whether or not you think it pertains to you.
​Whether or not it is "contemporary."
​Or even beautiful.
Because an artist's job isn't to make people feel good, it's to make people think.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

Materials are persistent, demanding you question their use if you are to find the heart of a piece. Have you questioned your materials lately? Can you say what you need to in another medium? Why use cloth when paint or wood or paper may be the better entryway? I ask this all the time. 

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​In Mary Karr's book, "The Art of Memoir," she writes: "One can't mount a stripper pole wearing a metal diving suit." That visual is worth remembering, so I'll repeat it: "One can't mount a stripper pole wearing a metal diving suit."

​So, what does she mean?

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Don't wear armor for a job that requires one to be naked, raw and vulnerable in order to seduce an audience. Also, you're going to need all your muscle strength to hang upside down from a pole so get rid of all the extra shit you're hauling around.

​Or, figure out how it can support you.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

For me, this meant embracing a heritage I often found confusing and foreign in ways beyond language and custom. 
I spent a lifetime shoving linens in a trunk, so turning to them with joy hasn't been easy or even visually interesting at times.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

In my defense, the 12-year old me didn't want a table runner for her birthday, or embroidered tea towels for Christmas ... again. I associated these items with disappointment, with a family's unwillingness or even failure to really know me.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

These were the outpourings of distant Nordic women on the other side of the world, whose warmth towards me I questioned the few times we'd met. I didn't understand that their love was held in the physical act of making. That this was a vital way to nurture.
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Perhaps they thought filling my trunk would prepare me. But, for what?
Early mornings at a stove? 
Late nights hand washing, starching, ironing and mending?
​I'd been taught to navigate the domestic realm, but I didn't want to then and don't want to now.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

Ironically, this is exactly what I'm doing. Laundering these items late night, slithering around my stripper pole, confronting questions of mortality and fear and disappointment and loss. Circling and circling until I  find the entryway. Until I find the voice.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

Another irony, is that I am being sent more domestic linens now than ever before. Through my recent crowdsourcing effort called the Inheritance Project, I've received packages from all over the world -- England, Canada, Sweden, Australia, the US -- people are considering the history of cloth, judging its weight, then letting it go.

​Sending it to Alaska. To me.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

And I am accepting and shaping it. I'm holding the time, the material, the work it took someone to create something from nothing. For every maker I can name, there are 20 or 30 items that come labeled "Unknown." Same with origin, same with circa.

​Inheritance. It's a weighty thing.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

And it's forced me into a correspondence and documentation effort that far surpasses the time I have available, but this is an integral part of the work I'm compelled to do right now. The handwork of the past and the lingering hum of history simply become another material. 
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

​And I know it's the right material, because I continue to ask myself if so. And also because of its persistent nature. The raw material continues to arrive at my door, along with stories from strangers, about strangers. And I keep circling, looking for the entryway, considering the living questions.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

I'd always thought it was funny to force a man -- in from the field and starving -- to wade through a sea of doilies to get to his hot dinner. But here's that last irony. At 6:00 I hear the side door open, the scrape of shoes and my husband say, "Ugh, what's all this laundry stuff hanging everywhere? --Wait -- is that lingerie?"*

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post PechaKucha | www.amymeissner.com/blog/pechakucha

To breathe new life into the discarded is to hold a deep relationship with materials. Even if it means confronting vulnerability, questioning beauty and becoming a vessel for the work and time of others.

Even if it means defending your past, defending memory, defending doilies.

​Thank you for listening.

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*Now, a quick note--my husband would actually never say this...although he did admit to thinking briefly that a certain red batch of doilies looked an awful lot like some really sexy stuff hanging there. No, what he always says, without fail, is this:

(Insert his version of a Swedish accent) "Oh. So many beautiful things."

What a guy.

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A history of misunderstanding.

3/4/2016

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Amy Meissner, textile artist | Inheritance | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
"Inheritance," (38" x 34") Abandoned needlepoint, vintage doilies, cotton velvet, silk organza, wool. Hand embroidered, machine pieced, 2016.

"Inheritance" is currently on exhibit at the Paul Robeson Center for the Arts in Princeton, New Jersey. It's one of four works I shipped for the fiber art invitational "Every Fiber of My Being," curated by Diana Weymar and including work from Maira Kalman, Cassie Jones, Caroline Lathan-Stiefel, Danielle Hogan and Katie Truk. Let's just say I'm blown away to be in such company. Check them out.

This post is a brief exploration of the visual dynamic and thought process behind the making of "Inheritance," which I started in the summer of 2015, abandoned for many months, then completed in the winter of 2016.

Plus, I'll explore some misunderstandings.

​Like this one: old, dated, even poorly made items of unknown origin and/or maker aren't worth salvaging.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

Here's another misunderstanding: imperfections in one's handwork should be ripped out and re-sewn.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

And this is what I do understand, deeply: Sometimes we have to circle around the heart of a problem many times. Sometimes the right words aren't the first to come. Sometimes you have to put work aside and be patient.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

Then one has to figure out how to apply those words to a situation, and this can take a long time, too.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
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And then there is the misunderstanding of the words, themselves. Like when your daughter, age 7, has worked out the language on the wall and comes to you all wobbly chinned and eyes flashing, fists at her sides, hissing: "You made that art because of us, didn't you?"

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

No. 
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

Well, partly.
​And then one has to clear up the misunderstanding of voice: "I could say this to you, right?"

"You have," she says, wiping her nose.

"Okay. But what if you said it to me?"

Silence.

"What if a man said it to a woman, or to an old woman?"

Silence.

"What if a child said it to an old man?"

And then, "What if I said it to the cat?" she says.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

​There are messes she can't even conceive of. And misunderstandings that lay in her path, hidden, waiting for her to stumble over.
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding
Amy Meissner, textile artist | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

And the fears I have as a mother, the things I possess and need to pass on to my children -- the tangible and intangible parts of myself and my history, the living questions and my own misunderstandings, that Inheritance -- how can all this be best shaped for clarity?

How can my intent and my will be made relevant?

How do you create a work -- a body of work -- that prods at this from all angles while striving for purity and emotional resonance?

And how do you use old fabrics, old skills, in ways that feel contemporary and vital? How does the valueless become valuable?
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Amy Meissner, textile artist | Inheritance, work in progress | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

And here's a final misunderstanding: How do you convince people that the needle really is supposed to hang there like that on the finished work? I picked up this piece from the last gallery and some well-meaning art connoisseur -- or a very tidy sewer -- had stabbed it into the canvas. 

Mess. Even the idea of it provokes the muscle's response.

Amy Meissner, textile artist | Inheritance, detail | From the post A history of misunderstanding | www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-history-of-misunderstanding

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