The House of Elsa Schiaparelli : exquisite embroidery


Dress designing . . . is to me not a profession but an art. -- Elsa Schiaparelli


I am beyond excited to have found this video by the house of Elsa Schiaparelli.  She was a huge influence on my early art.

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Art Review :: Lindsay Obermeyer Art 2009-2012


Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. -- Pablo Picasso

June 11th is the 10 year anniversary of my blog. Really?! June 11, 2006. I started my blog to record my creative process. Along the way it has done just that, as well as delve into my love of teaching art, and more recently becoming a DIY craft blog and now a bit more on cooking because of my change in my diet. The blog has become a bit of a journal and also a bit of letter writing to myself into the future.

Have you ever noticed that our earlier-selves know our future selves far more than we realize at the time? 

I read recently of a professor who told his ceramic students that half would be graded on the quantity of work they made, while the other half would be graded on the quality of one piece.  Those who were assigned the making of the perfect piece failed.  They spent their entire time worrying over each detail, bogged by discussion of the cultural implications of their chosen material.  Those who made for the sake of making arrived at work that became suffused with meaning.  They had allowed discoveries to happen.  By preventing self censorship from negating production, they could whittle away at an idea until it began to take shape.  Delight came as much from the act of making as it did from the final product. 

I want to make for the sake of making, letting each piece of work act as a point on a map toward the next discovery.

These words were from one of my earliest posts.  June 12, 2006.  I still feel this way.  I have  joy in making for the sake of making. It's that creative adventure, a thrill and a struggle until the end of the piece. For the past few months I've been struggling to figure out the next direction of my work.  I was overthinking it.  I had to just jump in and start making.  The making will lead me down the path.  While looking at exhibition calls, I didn't have recent work to submit, work made within the past three years. With that in mind, I knew I had to get cracking. Make for the sake of making and just trust that a cohesive body of work will emerge.


So here is the start into the future. Ta da!

The images at the top are the 4th collection in the Facebook challenge.  They are part of a series called Pattern Play and delve into a review of the microscopic patterns, real and imagined that lurk below our skin.  Photo credit: Larry Sanders.



Art Review :: Lindsay Obermeyer Art 1988-2007


Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. ~Henry Ward Beecher

A friend recently challenged me to feature an artwork a day on Facebook.  Well, as I am going through my images of previous work and looking at how I want to group them for a new website I am building.  I decided to focus on clusters of art rather than one single work.

The first post is of my Visions of Paradise series completed between 1988-1992.  They were my alternative reality to urban living with all the anger and violence swirling in the air outside my window.  I made a conscious choice to focus on the positive and the beautiful.  This series was well received, and was featured in books and magazine articles and a few of these pieces are now in the Museum of Fine Art Boston.

In 1992 I went off to graduate school in Seattle.  That same year I was diagnosed with cancer again.  My work turned from the exterior landscape to the interior. 


Much of this work has also sold,some to private collectors and the rest to a university oncology department.  The work allowed me to process, analyze and accept that cancer would be an ongoing problem in my life. I would never be fully rid of it. Basically at the root of this series was the fragility of the human condition and all the fears and anxieties that go along with it.

I continued on this same track but delved deeper into microbiology.This collection began with a grant. I wanted to show at the International Museum of Surgical Science. As I wrote the grant the story of a young Victorian woman developed. She was interested in medicine, but relegated to only the girly arts of embroidery and knitting. So while she embroidered patterns of femurs and leucocytes developed. Her sweaters were non functional and display the tumor they were intended to cover.



4 month anniversary of stroke survival


“Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place.” -- Susan Sontag

I passed a few major milestones in the past few weeks.  I successfully took the train to Chicago to teach at the university.  I managed to get around okay.  I was tired, very, very tired afterward.  I also regained my driver's license!  I joke that the silver lining in having had a stroke is that I get to feel 16 again.  I will use any excuse to drive.  I love the freedom!  While I am grateful for all the folks who offered me rides to and from rehab, but I hated feeling so dependent.  I eventually started taking cabs, just to have a little sense of independence.

The hardest part I face now is being respected by my family, for what I've endured and to have them accept that I've been permanently changed by the event.  I have worked hard to regain my faculties. I dilegently practiced all i was told to do in rehab which has helped. But my brain doesn't work the same.  They don't hear / see the difference, but I know it's there.  When I ask directly for help.  I rarely get it unless it is convenient for them.  Well, excuse me for living, the stroke hasn't been exactly convenient for me. I try to be pateient knowing that a severe illness effects more than just the patient.  But that's such bullshit.  I'm as a result forced to carry the weight of my illness and disability in addition to eveyone else's issues with my illness, as well as their own fears. I've begun to call the left side of my body George as I feel like a line splits me down the middle with my right and left feeling distinctly diffferent. The only thing that relieves my sense of the divide is Pilates and Thai massage. If you are a caretaker or family member reading this blog, please remember that the patient doesn't want to ask for help because they know they are being a burden, so when they do ask for help, for goodness sake help them! It took them a lot to just ask, not just emotionally, but they have to try connecting a few zillion neruons to get the words out of their mouth, let alone to make their mouth move.

It's now 3 weeks since I started this post.  I hesitated to post it as I don't like to focus on anger.  But anger there is.  My life is dramtically different.  I used to have a very full and busy life which was stressful at times, but which I really enjoyed. i am sick of people saying that  I am better off now.  How rude and flippant. It takes everything I've got to make it successfully through a day.  I have a fatigue that can zap me at any minute.  I would rather spend my day doing what I enjoy rather than hunting down a new doctor.  Because of the anger, friends keep suggesting I see a therapist.  Well back to that previous sentence.  I don't want to spend what little of my day of which I have energy to enjoy by chasing down a doctor. If you don't want to hlisten to me, then just say so or why not just change the subject!  Once again, you make me the one having to look out for you and that prevents me from focusing on myself and my healing process.  

Yesterday was really the icing on he cake.  A woman at a coffee shop noticed me limping a bit I was tired and when I tire, my left side gets weaker, so I limp a bit. No biggie to me.  I'm just glad to be wakling and talking.  She had the gall to ask me why I was limping.  I told her the truth, that i had had a stroke and was feeling tired.  She and her boyfriend proceeded to tell me that it was all due to me being a vegetarian.  What the fuck.?!  Excuse the language. But really people?  I asked if they were doctors.  Of course not.  Doctors don't know everything.  Well, clealrly they know zip, let alone how to mind their own buisiness.

This is my last survival update for a while. I started them as their was nothing out there for young patients.  Eveything was geared toward those in their 60's - 80s.  I'm not retired, or even close to it, I don't have a husband to support me.  This is it.  Me and only me keeping the balls rotating in the air.  I'm now going back to craft and art.  Thank you for reading.

 PS - My 40 year anniversary day for suviving chidhood cancer is August 4th.  I was given 3-6 months to live at the time.  HA!  I'm thinking that a float down a local river might be the best way to celebrate living.  :-) And now for some chocoalte! We vegetairians need our antioxidants!

Stroke Survival Week 4


Well if you have been reading my blog,or what has remained legible of it, you know that I had a stroke in Februrary.  The doctors still don't know why as i don't smoke, don't drink much have eaten a low ft vegetrian diyet for 20 years and try to exercise.  

Last week I had another scare.  I erred on the side of caution and went to the ER.  I had  a bad heedache wih other symptoms,. Given that 20 mintues between the start of a stroke and getting to the hospital for treatment can mean rhe difference between life and death, let alone any chance for recovery.  i was elated to learn that it was only a migraaue.  Yay!  Especially as I couldn't stand another two months of recovery.  I am not allowed to drive and have zero energy and still some trouble with my lwft hand, though that is improving- fewer typing errors.  And being the art geek tht I am, I asked my neurologist about seein my MRI and CT scans.  Sure he said.  His sister is an artist, so he understood and geeked out himself to see me so excited.  And then he pointed out the area where my bain died.  Yep, died.  Brain cells are not like skin cells, they don't renew themselves. Thespeech and occupational therapists kept saying that a stoke permanently changes your life. Well, frankly, I didn't really ge it until I saw it in lack and White.  iI am learning to create new brain paths around the dead matter.  I no longer have much patience for distracting noises and taking an accurate phone message is a pain in the tush. He was really encouraging and said I was doing remarkably well given the severity of my stroke.  i didn't think it was so bad as my only guage was Katherine Hepurn, who had to relearn how to talk to conintue wih her acting career.  I was up an dwwlking/ talking wihin hours of admission.  The whole expeience has certainly opened my eyes.

We treat the elderly and infirmed abominally in this country. if you don't have refular converstations with others, your world shrinks.  There is so little respect or assistance for them. Once i am cleared to drive I am going to volunteer to take a patient to rehab if they need the help. High School classmates have been helping me and I am very grateful.  They've even helped me run a few errands.  When you can no longer drive,your life is limited especially as you don't have the energy for public transportation.  Life is erduced to reading and watching tv.  which is fine, but their is no companionship.  if you have an elderly rlative in a nursing home- visit them weekly. It will help them immeasurably.

I am slowly getting it through my thick skull, that there is more to life that work.  It's hard for me to not work as i love what I do!  Well, I've already arranged my first vacation in years.  Hurrah!

I am slowly getting back to crafting.  No worries, ther will b new patterns soonish.  I can create.  ut thinking logically to writ out all the steps i still really difficult.  

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Getting Crafty at the CHA 2014 Mega Trade Show

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Creativity is the marriage humanity makes with eternity.  —  Eric Maisel

I got back this weekend from the CHA 2014 Mega Show.  HOLY CRAFT!  I am on such crafty overload, I had to take the weekend off to just reflect on all I saw and tried out. 

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Making Art


Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art. --  Andy Warhol

I'm excited.  I am at the beginning of what I know will prove to be an entirely new line of work.  I am using an upcoming exhibition as an excuse to push these new ideas out of my head and onto the embroidery frame.  The task is daunting.  This new line of work leaped in front of me just three weeks ago and begs to be entirely bead embroidered.  There are no short cuts with this medium.  I sew each bead into place one bead at a time.  By the time I finish, I will have stitched over 20,000 beads and sequins onto a silk substructure. And that's just one piece!  My hands ache and my back hurts, but I feel so incredibly energized!

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it's in the details :: Valentino Couture 2013

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I am especially grateful that I have been able to keep my own style over the decades, in spite
of the many changes that have taken place in the world of fashion and in its business.  
--  Valentino Garavani

I like to knit.  I have a degree in weaving.  But what I really love is embroidery, with or without the beads.  This season no one is adding the embroidered flourishes like Valentino's atelier.  The tweed coat with gold work details is swoon worthy.  The contrast of mannish fabric with the girly gold implies that a woman can hold her own in a man's world, but does so on her own terms.  The coat that turns an every day moment into an event.

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Big news! I've moved!

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We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.  --  Walt Disney
I've moved!  Yep, I finally pulled up stakes in Chicago and returned to my hometown of St. Louis. Now while you may think moving back would be a simple matter, it wasn't.  I've been living in Chicago for 20 years with many friends and colleagues.  Chicago was my kinda town, but the desire to be near family outweighed all else.

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