Posted in Fiber, Pain, Peripheral neuropathy, Photography, Sexual Assault Is Wrong

I Need A Nap

I’m exhausted and stuck in a circle. I had pain in my feet so I couldn’t sleep. That lowered my resistance and I developed an infection. Then I couldn’t sleep because I had pain in my feet. Then I did some research on the nerve conduction series I had done and discovered the paperwork I had only said: the observed results are equal to or less than the expected results. I was so angry that I had difficulty breathing. Then I read the two stories assigned for my writing class. One was about date rape. The second about gang rape. Then I had an allergy attack and needed to take a decongestant which prevented me from sleeping for 40 hours. Then I went to my doctor, got put on antibiotics and discovered I’m not pre diabetic – not even close. She gave me a referral for an orthopedic surgeon because the pain in my feet may be from the ankle version of carpal tunnel syndrome. Then I decided I was too upset about the stories that tried to portray rape as simply “guy behavior” and it’s not necessary to get upset about it.  Then I decided I couldn’t stomach going to class. Then I discovered that the ankle tunnel syndrome should have been the first thing that was checked for when I started seeing doctors about the pain in my feet. If I just spent the last five years in hell because someone forgot to check the obvious, I’m going to be beyond furious. Then I filed a formal complaint of sexual harassment against my writing teacher.

And now, I’m exhausted. I will be unprepared for my neurobiology class on Tuesday. I don’t have the energy to read the text book. I tried yesterday, but nothing I read stuck in my head.

I dyed sports bras yesterday. Jim helped. I tried to figure out how much dye to put In each bucket and miscalculated. I used twice as much dye as I needed. The colors are BRIGHT. The sports bras are now in my store, Deb Thuman Art,  here.

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I’m linking with Nina Marie here.  Stop by and check out what other artists have been doing.

Posted in Emotions, Fiber, Sexual Assault Is Wrong

Swimming Upstream

I got the messenger bag sort of done. I measured, then made the strap a bit too short. I allowed 1.5 inches to sew into a seam so I’ve got room to fix this. It’s usable with the strap as is, but not what I really want. I wanted to sew the straps into the seam that connects the bag to the lining, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. There’s a recessed zipper, and …. oh, shit. I just figured out how to sew the strap into the seam. Guess I need to make a few more of these bags.

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Front with zippered pocket on the flap.

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Back with zippered pocket.

As I guide, I followed this tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8YHMqJi3a8 This woman has a number of videos on sewing, and I find them wonderfully helpful. I’ve been sewing for 53 years, but I didn’t know how to install a zipper properly until I watched her videos.

I wanted a bag that would accommodate my full-size iPad Pro and have room for my wallet, phone, keys, and other things I need to have. I put zippered pockets in the back of the bag, the flap, in both sides inside and put a welt pocket in the inside.

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The welt pocket continues down behind the zippered pocket.

What I couldn’t figure out is how to attach a water bottle holder. I’ll have to do some thinking about that one.

I started my writing class and neurobiology class last week. After one of the students in my writing class said she was going to law school in the fall, the teacher said she’d be doing a lot of fiction writing. Even if she writes contracts, she would be doing fiction writing. So when it came my turn to introduce myself, I told him I’m an attorney, I find his comments about legal writing offensive, and how would he like it if I told stupid English teacher jokes. I’ll get what I can from this class. Only one fiction writing workshop is offered each semester and the teachers take turns teaching it. I do like the idea of having a number of teachers so I can see an assortment of approaches.

My neurobiology teacher is one of the best teachers I’ve ever had. Although I find myself at a disadvantage because I haven’t taken a biology class since 1981, I’m still having my brain zip around ideas while the teacher is talking. I’m going to love this class. I’m wondering if this is going to rekindle my love of biology. One of my undergrad degrees is in biology and I considered going to grad school to become a biologist. One day, after seeing an image from an electron microscope and learning about thylocoids, I decided a thylocoid was way too big and clunky to understand. Then I realized I was calling something that could only be seen with an electron microscope big and clunky. One day, I walked out of my organic chemistry class trying hard to understand the bond between two atoms and decided that was too big and clunky to understand. When I realized what I had just termed big and clunky, I decided being a biologist would end with me in a locked ward. So I stuck with journalism until I went to law school.

On Thursday, Jim and I went up to Albuquerque to the neurology clinic at the University of New Mexico med school. I had been going to the clinic at the med school in El Paso. At the clinic in El Paso, I kept wondering if I were the only one in the room who had taken cell biology. Then I discovered I really was the only one in the room who took cell biology. At the clinic in Albuquerque, I got to talk to a neurologist who is a microbiologist. Yes! My work in college was mostly with plants, but my real passion is microbiology.

Today was the Women’s March in Las Cruces. I didn’t go. The women who organize it are too cheap to pay for security. They would have to agree to pay the overtime rate for off-duty police officers. I suspect only 3 or 4 officers would be needed. Instead, they have two women who are “trained in verbal de-escalation.” Right. Try talking sense to a skinhead or a bullet. Yes, 911 can be called and the police would arrive within five minutes. Sounds like a short time, right? Imagine a skinhead with an AR-15 or a baseball bat. Now give the skinhead five minutes to do damage. How many people can be hurt or killed in five minutes?

There’s another reason I didn’t go. I’m still raw inside. I’m still pissed we have a sociopath sex offender for president. I’m still pissed that we have to fight against sexual harassment. I’m still pissed that standing up against sexual assault in my writing class last semester resulted in me being told to shut up by both my teacher and the head of the English department. I’m still pissed that my teacher retaliated by giving me a lower than deserved grade. I didn’t think I could get through the rally and march without crying. And it would be too emotionally difficult to explain why I was crying.

I’m still going to speak out and I don’t give a crap what the cost will be. I’m still going to stand up for what I believe to be right. I’m still going to stand up for a woman’s right to go through life free from sexual assault and sexual harassment.

I’m just not about to risk death or injury to do it.

I’m linking with Nina Marie here.  Stop by and see what other artists have been doing.

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Posted in Clay, Fiber, Pottery, Sexual Assault Is Wrong

Never Again

Never Again!

Never again will I be silent.

Never again will I be shamed into silence.

Never again will I be pressured into silence.

Recently, one of my classmates in my writing class wrote a story that ended with a sexual assault – a high school guy grabbed a high school girl’s breast without her permission. I pointed out – with great passion – that this behavior is a felony, that conviction results in the person having to register as a sex offender, and in NY, a state with a convoluted justifiable use of deadly force law, the girl would have been justified in shooting the jerk. I then spread out the quilt with the more or less life size, 3-D vulva and, inter alia, the words: If you touch this without my permission, I will break your fucking arm. I pointed to the line that says: For the woman who said no and got fired. I told the writer that this was me.

Since then, I’ve had pressure, twice, to cease and desist from making comments like that. Nope. Not gonna be quiet. Someone has to stand up and say the emperor is naked.

What disturbed me about the story is that the sexual assault was presented as guy behavior. No. Burping, farting and scratching your testicles is guy behavior. Annoying, smelly, but basically harmless. Grabbing a woman’s breast without her permission is not guy behavior. It’s a felony. Had the breast grabbing in the story been presented as horrible, never to be tolerated, unjustified behavior, I wouldn’t have been upset. Had the breast grabbing been done with the girl’s consent, I wouldn’t have been upset. That it was presented as acceptable behavior is not acceptable. Ever.

I was more disturbed to discover that I was the only one who was upset by the nonchalant attitude towards sexual assault. None of the other women in the class seemed to be bothered by this attitude. Or was I the only one who felt she could speak? We’ve been shamed into being silent. We’ve been told it’s out fault when some jerk grabs us. We’ve been told we were coming on to some jerk who couldn’t tolerate being told no. When, in Junior High, I refused to laugh, and spoke up against the behavior, when one of the guys pulled up a girl’s skirt. I was told, “You’re not the coolest.” I didn’t back down.

What the hell are we teaching our daughters? What the hell are we teaching our sons?

Never again!

I finally got pieces from the last firing photographed. And here they are.

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The above are experimental bowls. I used some clay I want to use up because I’m not all that fond of it. I rolled out slabs, rolled on texture, and used wreath forms for a slump mold. They are three different sizes, and the glaze combinations are experiments. The top tow bowls were too large for the light cube. I should have done some different staging. I did’t.

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I’ve no idea what fell on the plate while it was being fired. A chunk of kiln wash maybe?

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Another glaze experiment. Mayco flux over Potter’s Choice Shino. The flux is pretty good at surprising me. I had no idea I’d get grays and white from this combination.

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The huge pinhole is gone and replaced by 4 little pinholes. It’s now my new lidded container. I’ll figure out what to put in it eventually.

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I did a bit of experimental sewing to take with me to the Farmers & Craft Market this morning.

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This is a Personal Bag. I designed it to hold: a personal toy, the charging cord for the toy, lubricant – two bottles if you like coordinated lubricant, and condoms.

I’m linking with Nina Marie here. Stop by and see what other artists have been doing – and be sure to read Nina Marie’s post. It’s something I needed to read this week.

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