Then, I have this large stack of yellow fabrics, both hand dyed and commercial, and I'd like to fool around with them in some sort of wall quilt. I keep going back to a famous painting at the Museum of Fine Arts Houston called "The Yellow Scale" by Frantisek Kupka, a self-portrait done all in yellows, truly a tour de force, and thinking, "What could I do with that idea?" Yellow is such a drama queen (she wrote, sitting in a gold-painted studio next to a gold and red kitchen . . . .) Mark Rothko did a wonderful canvas in yellows with orange and red--don't know the title, but it's at MOMA in NYC and I have a clipping torn out of some magazine that calls me back. It's a lot more compelling to me than his big, dark paintings at the Rothko Chapel. So that idea is noodling. I'll probably make some more yellows later this summer at a dyeing day with friend Pam. Because of course, I need more.
Then there are the projects lurking in the stash closet--not even UFOs yet, just ideas I haven't dealt with. One is titled "In Praise of Home Cooking" and so far consists of an old frying pan and an embroidered apron. And I'm committed for a jacket for a family member. And I have a lot of prepared artist canvas left; I'm toying with the idea of learning to paint