Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tiny Clothes

I was sick all Memorial Day weekend. Had one extra day today. I slept a lot, read a lot, and made a few things--including tiny clothes for new tiny friends to be added to the fivetrees shop soon.



Pink and orange. . . more things ought to be pink and orange. It's such a lovely combination.


I love this tiny cardigan.


Two boy pants, one girl pant and one pair of pants suitable for a carnie. Which is which? Hmmmmm. . .

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Getting Better Every Day

The northeast corner of our property. A tiny apple tree and lots of hostas.


Today I added loads of flowers to the garden . They're hard to see right now, but they're going to grow big and fat and then this garden will be full of green and purple and red and blue and yellow and white. And I will show you another picture then. . .

Three Spirea Bouquets

Little kiddies have been stealing the low hanging blooms on our spirea bushes, and it occurred to me that I should do the same. Don't know why it took four years to consider bringing in spirea blooms for bouquets in the house. . .

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Happy Spring!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Manifest 4--Convergence

Convergence is the final huge event of the day. A gift to our seniors of spectacle and beautiful strangeness in partnership with Redmoon Theater.


everyone under a giant tent waiting for the party to start. giant red and white balloons come in first, pulled along by costumed folks. From each balloon hangs a little clear cornucopia speaker that's droning on about birds and history and and and. . .


followed by a costumed DJ being rolled in at the start of a procession of bird priests (from the labyrinth I posted earlier) and other costumed folks. They stopped briefly to hand gifts to our professional and student honorees.


An announcer on stage kicks everything off officially, followed by an announcement from. . .


a giant red phonograph that lets us know that we are descendants of the birds. . .


followed by first a song through electronic megaphones and then a joyful dance by a flock of turquoise mo-hawked birds. . . but then, what's that singing behind us?

An opera singer playing the part of the Phoenix, singing on a platform 15 feet above the crowd in a costume that would make Wagner proud.

And as her song starts to wind down, a young gentleman is wheeled into the midst of the crowd, balancing on the end of an extendable hook and ladder.


And when that hook and ladder extends and raises up into the air and he drops down a length of white silk, a young woman from the audience climbs it and starts performing a kind of aerial ballet beneath him (It's totally fair at this point to assume that I am having trouble taking pictures while simultaneously tearing up and trying to clap my hands together like a little gleeful kid at the circus).


He's falling in love with her and pulls her up on to the ladder with him. Where he chases and woos her, until. . .


they perform acrobatics below the ladder together and finally. . .



kiss and fall in love. (The crowd literally melted down with delight).



And then the tent goes dark while the two lovers watch the raising of the ceremonial star that signifies all of Manifest and the passion and heat and creativity of Columbia students.


I think it's fair to say that no college anywhere in the world gives a larger or more impressive gift to their graduating seniors than Columbia. . . that's probably true in part because no other college produces a more diverse, engaging, creative bunch of graduates anywhere in the world.

(And Convergence isn't the big party for grads in the Hilton that follows this. . . and isn't even the spectacle that is graduation the following two days. We're serious. . . )

Go Columbia! Go Art!

Manifest 3

There's so much great artwork to see and hear at Manifest--In a seven hour period (11AM to 6PM), something like 110 different activities happen.

I went to a lot of it--or maybe a third of it, which is still a lot of it--but mostly what I took pictures of was performance art. I'm not usually a performance art gal, but everything that was happening on the street this year was so much fun!

The Grad golf game was pretty much performance art. . . and then right up the street was this event.


It's a labyrinth that spectators are led through by bird priests. The participant wrote their best idea on a piece of paper and at the center of the labyrinth, through an elaborate ritual, the participant's best idea if burned to make space for new ideas. It was weird and charming and perfect.

In 623 S. Wabash, there was another Grad performance: "No Sweat". Students revolved between the four canvases, using work out routines to make art on the canvases. There was a coach sitting in the chair in the foreground who would spur them on and the teammates would consistently cheer each other on as well. It was very funny. . . and I'm sure there are plenty of artists who wished that art-making was this communal and supportive.


Double Rainbow!!!!! Right around the corner, my friends Joe and Jill were heading out to walk about campus as a double-rainbow. They were headed away, but took very little coaxing to turn around and come back for a picture.


And I don't know that anyone would call this "performance art," but A+D throws an art car derby every year. It reminds me of the all of the Cub Scout Derby's I went to as a kid with my family. But I was able to catch a snippet of the final match between the possible winners of the derby.


The cute red scooter for the win!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Manifest 2

At the kick-off, students competed for $500 in a hack-your-t-shirt competition. I hack my t-shirt every year, and I like to think that I inspired this. . .


Theatre students at the start of what can only be called the prettiest and most joyfullest kick-off to Manifest in its ten year history.


This was my favorite piece in the Book and Paper Arts gallery. . . A gorgeous handmade map of the world made of handmade paper. . .


The PGA (Please Generate Art) a "putt-putt golf course" built by Columbia Graduate Students. I think I hit a ball once and the rest was more like an art/golf course-themed maze. . . like a haunted house, but not scary? It was great. Giant rats, trees filled with legs, a room teeming with dancers, wrapping up in a tea party and a chance to add to a giant painting. It was funny and clever and well put together.




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Such a great day that I will have to divide it up across a few posts. Early morning, just bouncing around watching prep for the big festival, watching the crowds build, catching a quick coffee and danish with my professional photographer until kick off at noon.

Below is Maggie Sichter (please, someone, if I am wrong about this, please correct me, but I'm 98% sure it's her). Maggie is the young woman who was chosen to do all of the print design for this year's Manifest. She proposed an initial idea. The campus voted and chose her vision. And then she worked with the in-house graphic design office to spin the idea out into multiple posters, printed invitations, giant banners, pins, magnets, t-shirts. It's an honor, and a lot of work and Maggie did an amazing job--right down to hand branding the windows of 623 S. Wabash the morning of. . .


Once done painting, she hung paint soaked silk panels to finish the design. She's just ridiculously talented, Ms. Sichter.


This next pic. . . Who are you lacey-legged, bird-feathered hat, blue-haired cutie sitting outside the IAM Bitmap show? Do I or do I not see you at every Manifest? Should I know your name? Please, say hello to me one of these days and clear up the mystery. . .


To my great delight, one of the first speakers at kick-off was CeCe--a young woman who I met first in the Behind the Curtains class of High School Summer Institute. I think she may be one of my very first graduates from HSSI. I believe she participated the first year I was in charge of it and she just graduated from college this weekend. I'm so thrilled proud of her. . .