My mom used to send my sister and I there to take recorder lessons and lots and lots of art classes: ceramics and drawing and painting and maybe some weaving, but that I'm not sure about. I really think that sending a kid off to art class is key to turning her or him into a future artist-crafts-person: there's something special and self-esteem-building about learning to make stuff, especially stuff that involves good art supplies and color and texture and shape. I recall spending many un-air-condtitioned days in the classrooms, probably keeping myself busy during summer vacation, but also relishing the independence of walking into the building and finding my way to a table and some art stuff.
Perhaps because of my affection for the building - a large stucco mansion painted yellow and gray and nicely restored within - and because it was hosting a fiber show, I stopped there with my father and husband - and my sister drove in to meet us - on my way to the airport yesterday. Lovely show, covering the first floor of the building, with some other permanent works on the second floor. (My apologies to the artists, but I didn't write down the names of all of the pieces.)
Here's a quilt of what looked like hand-dyed tea bags. Very clever.
A piece called Scabs by Emily Barletta:
Very knee-and-elbow fibery scabs, felted and embellished and oval in shape but flattened, just like, well, scabs. Interesting.
A tapestry piece showing the evolution of time: Five Generations of Virtue by Lisa Lee Peterson.
A basket embedded with plastic ties. Hard and soft at the same time.
And my favorite: a tapestry of small pieces of fabric, with an ombre effect from top toward the bottom, more subtle in person than the picture shows.