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”.
Before is now a new category.
Remember Before? When people and institutions had integrity, when parents taught their children well, and children listened and remembered? Remember a time of due diligence and responsibility? It is getting harder to remember this time. It seems a far-away land, a place of fairy tales and make believe. Are we able to return to the Time of Before? How did we come to this place?
Ahh…that’s it. It happened when Money became King and Everything became Free, that’s when we arrived here. Not Free(r) mind you. Just Free for the Taking. Free as long as you aren’t caught.
There is a situation brewing. Before things get ugly, Time will be allowed for the Right Thing to Happen.
Comments here are turned off for now. Now is not the time for conversation. It is the Time for Action!
Yes, this is a continuing theme here.
Please bear with me as it becomes less. And I am thanking everyone for joining in at Free(r). Soon, I will add links to the shibori lesson videos that have been unlisted on Youtube and buried in the shibori pdf lessons 1-5. Also, have patience as the pdf’s download. Today I downloaded them as a test and some were quicker than others (some are many pages and have lots of photos). Over time, I may redo each one as they seem so primitive to me now. But a good record of Before. Thinking on that.
Before, this was something else. Something useful, and before that, even something. Before will become something. (A new category even).
I feel we are really in a transitional place here. I am gaining something from the momentum of it all.
It was something before it was torn into strips for weaving. With my loop I can see that there are some kasuri fabrics in this piece. i wonder about its previous life.
I have made a number of these over time. It started because I wanted to hold on to less. To carry less around. To feel Freer! I am making a few new ones for the show-and a new one for me. These inside pockets can hold some cards, some cash. The middle holds my phone, or not.
-and now it has become something else. From kimono scraps, to a woven obi, to a bag to hold less. From one place (Japan) to another-here. I wonder how much time has elapsed from this cloth’s first beginnings? Something to think about. What about cloth being made today?
Very sturdy and beautiful at the same time. The casing I sewed at the top allowed me to slip in a spring hinge closure (purchased). I hand stitched the interior pockets (made of obishin- more on that later) so as not to see stitches from the front side. The edges too are hand stitched preserving the beauty of the weavers selvedge.
One more…made of obishin-the heavy stiff cotton interior fabric of an obi…indigo dyed. This one with more machine stitching as was necessary to overcast the edges and keep them from undoing. A handmade boro stitched button closure and some hand twined indigo cording. Also has a spring hinge top closure. This one is larger than the other.
Less really can become more.
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…
I’ve been working at this for some time now.
The collecting of the cloth, the growing of the dye stuffs, the wondering about it all. Going at it a little bit at a time as I can, seasonally and intentionally.
Finally, I have enough to make a small offering.
These four collections of color herein contain a certain sense of place. This place is here in my yard. The pomegranate, the persimmon (kakishibu), and the madder (a new and exciting venture). The added indigo is from my nearly 5 year old natural fermentation vat. (I did not grow indigo this year due to drought conditions but look forward to once again if we get some decent rain.)
Each packet contains fabrics (mostly silks) collected in Japan. Even the cottons are mostly from kimono linings. All are perfectly imperfect and have their own sense of time and place about them. Each packet contains a moon- a reminder that we are united and some silk thread with which to stitch these thoughts together.
I instruct you to look, really look at these fabrics as you open the packet. The hand of the weaver is visible in many. The needle marks from unstitching and the loose threads tell tales. I tore many of the lengths selvedge to selvedge- in an effort to get you to notice the edges.
Only 4 each of the 4 collections. For now, in the shop.