almost too pretty to close.
You know I don’t want to have to go here again. You do. But Here We Are. Once again.
Let’s restate this, o n e m o r e t i m e.
If you are teaching a class, use your own work to sell or market the class. Your work. Not someone else’s. Doing so is unethical and fraudulent. If you are a museum, make sure the images you are using to sell these classes are the works of the instructor you have hired.
In this day and age you cannot simply say you “didn’t know”, you “thought it was OK”, or that “it wasn’t my responsibility”. Your desire to “pretty up” your website does not supersede copyright infringement laws.
I thought a museum was the caretaker of art, artists, and artworks. If not museums, then what is your contribution to the art world? What happened to being a good citizen of the art community?
Here is a good set of rules to go by:
You stole an image, used it fraudulently for commercial purposes, and made money from it. You used it on your website to sell workshops. You posted about it all over the web and your various social media sites.
The United States statutory damages for copyright infringement are set out in 17 U.S.C. 504 of the U.S. Code. The basic level of damages is between $750 and $30,000 per work at the discretion of the court. Isn’t it easier and more cost effective to use your own work?
What? You don’t have any credible work to show? No work worthy of museum presentation? Ethics people!! Do they teach you nothing these days?? Is this how you wish to be known, as someone who steals the work of others?
A letter has been sent. Screenshots taken. Requests made. Their response?
We’re “looking into it”.
There have been some changes around here. There will be more coming.
Some things are Free(r).
Free to choose, free to contribute or not. Free to participate in freedom.
Free to be…Free(r)
Oh yeah-today WordPress reminded me I’ve been blogging for 9 years now! (And I did one year before that on the old Blogger.) That makes 10 years of blogging. Somehow I believe it. Thanks for following along. I know some of you have been here since the beginning. And guess what? We’re still here. A few of us are not, and I do miss you…
On this hot and muggy Sunday I finish up a large order of the shibori ribbon and wonder. Often when I wonder about what I am doing I take to the vat and gain some perspective. Besides, I have a couple of workshops ahead of me here-3 that involve indigo and need some wondering and planning time.
Starting off with some moons on old tattered asa (hemp) from Japan got me thinking about what ties us all together on this little planet we named Earth – as well as what tears us apart.
I figure I need to order 30 yards of cotton scrim for my workshop in Houston October 26- done and
crossed off the list. The rest of the fabrics to be used are remnants and scraps I have been collecting of some very lovely old and reused fabrics brought back from Japan. We will dye them in indigo and apply different techniques- shibori mostly, as well as use our imagination before stitching them to the indigo dyed scrim. Kits will also include swatches of vintage kasuri, katazome, and shibori. I will have several very nice vintage boro textiles on display for students to study as well as a selection of books and photos from my recent visit to the Amuse Boro Museum in Asakusa, Japan.
Pressing on, I make my sample by my own hand, I cut the fabrics, collect the swatches. As I dye the new sample I think about the room that I will be teaching in, the number of students, the problems that will be encountered by restrictions of such a setting and must be solved before anyone walks through the door to make things go smoothly and find success for all who gather that day in that room. I aim for a version of perfection knowing full well that there will be less than that achieved but aiming high is where I like to begin. I am already looking forward to teaching this class and its myriad lessons.
My class is called Indigo dyed and Boro Stitched and can be signed up for by going to the Quilts Inc. site for the Houston International Quilt Festival. The class is # 117 on Monday Oct. 26, 2015 in the online catalog.
I am teaching two other classes there as well- Shibori Mandala Magic on Silk (class #217) and Splendid Silk Shibori Poinsettias (class # 611).
The Mandala class is an outcome of working with Richard Carbin and combines the folding techniques I learned from him with a completely different method of resisting and applying the dyes.
Richard’s presence will be felt in the vintage silk fabrics we will use which were collected by and purchased from him.
The Silk Shibori Poinsettia class is a fun Friday evening class- a good sit down and relax class at the end of a busy week. Many lovely pieces are sure to be made as gifts for friends and family on this night.
I tried to upload an image of a great little boro piece I brought back from Japan but WP is being fussy right now so it will have to wait until later. Until then, I’ll add a couple of photos of something I made the other day just to satisfy a need I had-a small bag that snaps open by pinching the sides and holds all I need. I used some obishin between the cloth layers.
It’s raining again now- hardly can believe it! It has been such a gift. I have somewhere I’m supposed to be so until later-
the reduction of something to nothing more than a commodity is what you are doing.
are you aware of what you are doing? do you even care?
to copy the work of another without a thought other than to gain monetary enrichment – is money your God?
do you understand from where the material you work with eminates? how it comes into being? do you teach others of this eminence? do you reach for the deepest understanding through your work and pass that knowledge along? or are you just seeking financial rewards in the moment, unaware and uncaring of that which you may destroy along the way?
please think about what you are doing.
I realize it may be hard to understand when there really is no intention other than personal enrichment- but try to imagine another view.
I am doing lots of repetitive things in the making of this shibori ribbon. Lots of measuring, counting, winding, ironing and pot stirring. Waiting for pots to heat up, things to cool off, dry up, unwind. In the in-betweens and during the repetition I have time to think. And wonder.
People often ask me things at workshops like “What kind of brush do you use” or, “what brand of “x” do you buy?” I try to answer the best I can but really it’s not about these things. It’s more about your commitment to what you are doing, the time you devote to it, your willingness to repeat something over and over than to anything else. Take my brushes for example:
They are simple, basic and acquired over time. Some are repaired, most not very expensive. But it’s more about HOW I use them and how they’ve become part of my daily routine. I get used to these simple tools and I like things that last- especially under the duress of the dye studio. Most of these are made by hand and the maker has also taken care and added their skill to the process.
This past month two of the family cars have been sent to the scrap yard. They were each around 30 years old. I really hated to see them go. They have served us well -one was already a salvage vehicle when we acquired it over 10 years ago. We got an additional 10 years out of it! But we were faithful and repaired them many many times. I seemed a shame to not! They were replaced by two *new* cars 5 years younger. I saved a memento…
Looking around the other night while folks were in the back studio rehearsing my eyes settled on this-
You might remember these from some time ago. I was actually thrilled when my son fell in love with this. It works and he has used it here and there. As a recording engineer, I think he wanted to recreate the fidelity of past recordings in some of his current work. It gave me the chance to tell him about how my dad had one of these at home and how I learned to splice tape back in high school for a “video” project I did about the Kent State killings and the Vietnam War. Must have been around ’74-’75. I made a slide presentation of images I collected from books, newspapers, drawings I had done etc. and had made into slides. To this I set music, radio news recordings and overdubbed my voice recorded on a Sony reel to reel. I didn’t think it was really a big deal as I had watched my dad put together such things many times but when I presented it in class apparently, it was a big deal. I wonder who owned this machine in the past? I hate it when useful things become obsolete. I like it when folks find a way to use the obsolete.
A good musical instrument never becomes obsolete. One recently came our way and it will be repaired and played. This definitely has some spirit and a story. We will find out more soon.
It’s late now, and the pomegranate tree casts its shadow on the back fence as the last of today’s silk steams.
The next post, in which I introduce you to Squirrelly Gurl ( for those who don’t follow FB), is forming in my mind…