This was one of the first shado images I made about eight years ago. Its before I split the image and recombined it and It does not show the camera, that did not happen until a few years later later. Its interesting that when you make a pattern using a single image the result is often something new, and it reminds that quantitative changes can result in qualitative changes. but it can be a problem when one is always looking for what is missing or what one thinks is missing, as it may never be there
And a poster I made about five years ago still seems an appropriate judgement.
Here is a link to a new EmptyPage chapbook pdf showing twelve shadoweaver virtual rug posters and the shado images used to make them. To download the pdf click here or on the image . Its 5.8 mb.
A chapbook is often a book published by a printer which is not presented as a traditional book,its usually not for sale but rather as an expression of something related to the business. This one shows some of the ShadoWeaver virtual rugs I have been making with the image used.
How many does it take to make a pattern? One thing I like about a visual pattern is that it is visual—what you see is what it is. Even in consideration of matters which influence people to experience the same image differently, if you show the image to people, then then put the image somewhere, say above a door, when you tell people the correct door has the image above it you will observe that people will get it,i.e. they share the same visual experience of the meaning of the word where ever it is, whatever color. “Exit” or “Bathroom” are two immediate examples.
To make this virtual rug I make a pattern using the image below. The space between the images equals zero. If we increase that space there is a critical point where we no longer perceive the images as a pattern—either we can only see one or the we can see some images but they are so far ways we cannot see enough detail to see their common characteristics. Out of sight, out of mind
But not so for the mind using words. In your head you can probably create a visual map of the gas stations you use and if you are a trucker you can create a cross country visual map 3000miles wide, bigger than any canvas. It the same for bathrooms, When I take BART up to San Francisco to spend the day walking around, as I plan my excursion I am thinking of the available bathrooms and time estimates, its a map an imagined-visually pattern which influences the planning my journey. Still, there is always Starbucks.
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The first virtualRug uses this image of the back of my head and my shadow,
It looks like little insects climbing or in a view from the top, playing in the sand.
The second one uses an image of my feet and shadow of my side,
feels softer than the image.
Yesterday at the bookstore I came across this book, “Feeding our Families,” from the series, Memories of Hoosier Homemakers, an oral history project of the Indiana Extension Homemakers Association (IEHA); Eleanor Arnold, Editor and Project Director. This project began collecting interviews with hommeakers in Indiana about 1979 and most of the woman quoted were elderly at that time.
“So I think it was at home we learned to be self-supporting, and not buy much stuff. Mother never bought. Home raised and homegrown, home cooked and home canned, home baked.And we didn’t waste anything. We didn’t have much money, but I say we lived real good.”
Grace Heinzman, 86, Hamilton County
The book is more than fascinating, so much that we not only take for granted, things we just buy and complain if some little thing is not to our liking, were so different. All day these women were working as manager, chef, farmer (even though these were gardens they took care of they were the food for the family), butcher, storage specialist, chemists, and on and on, doing things which are beyond the skill level and comprehension of most of us today.
“We had a yeast starter, everybody in the county had a yeast starter. Whenever yours would get down to where it wouldn’t raise very good, you went and borrowed. You’d take your jar and go to your neighbors and get some yeast starter.”
Opal Whitsettt, 84, Scott County
I have spent some of my younger life in rural areas, and I have some childhood memories of people living similar and later in the 1970s I lived in rural areas where I found older people, with little education and self supporting, to be very self sufficient while often their children were busy learning in public school that they and their self sufficient parenst were not very bright. Fortunately such education did not rub off from child to parents.
”I remember my mother saying that it is a might poor farm wife who can’t go to her cellar and prepare a meal for any number of people who might come in.”
Elizabeth Elbrecht, 60, Dearborn County.
It sounds like hard work, and probably to most now, it sounds like really grunt level oppressive work, and definitely not as important as being a lawyer, or holding elected office or having a career in business. But its a lot different than the kind of housewife my mother was, not that she could not do many of these things, she did have some farm experience but still even just being able to buy food to cook, have a washing machine, the modern things of thew 1950s and 1960s.
”I love to keep house, bake pies. NOthing makes happier than for our family to come in and I can cook a big meal for them.”
Clara Ashcroft, 70, Ohio County
Its another time, maybe we are better off now, but these skills which are basic skills of living are gone. I think most modern women would consider such a life oppressive (men too had basic life skills which are seen as oppressive but now lost, but that is not the subject of the book and I assume if you are reading my blog you are smart enough to assume that). But somehow life for both men and women has gone from finding meaning in doing important things for the survival of the family to finding meaning in personal career achievement and making money, of which the family for many is simply something that goes on one’s resume.
I think we owe a debt to the people that made this project happen and there is much to be learned from it about our lives now and in the future than just a reminder of how hard life was back then.
Without fanfare or deliberate under rating how can this wind drive extrapolation to envelope forgiveness? When asked, know one new but we did not knead help on that afternoon.
Image made in the men’s room at Caffe Trieste, North Beach, San Francisco, California, United States of America and a little help from my computer.
For a little brightness in my life…
and for a little darkness in my life…