Making of a silk dress with a wing painted on it.
With dye in color blue black.
Realistic feathers placed unrealistically.
A long story told as is.
By artist/escapist Yuko Nagai, currently Miss Sore Thumb in a rural Japanese town
who rambles about random stuff as well.
Read on.
Thank you.

March 22, 2010

wing dress update: happy spring!!



it's been officially spring for past few days (i'm late!) but

happy spring! to those who are experiencing it
the above picture is not of cherries by the way,
we are not there yet but

i've seen swans migrate
(why can't they fly with their mouth shut?)
and the first snake roadkill
(stay off the paved until you are...awake)

but most importantly,
seen myself work a little (ahem) magic on my
ongoing project called the wing dress
(that is a dress with feathers painted on them with dye)


the following few photos are of the dress' front panel
probably the most eye-catching part of the item
on left are the design traced on fabric in particularly lousy manner
(so that i'll have something to blog about okay?)
and on right hand side, are the "after" photos,
details painted with dye in blue-black

let me be a little show-off here





back to the topic of spring

although the realization that
the first quarter of 2010 is coming to an end
is just about to "up the wall" me
i've decided to be excited about the remaining 3/4
so...

let's see how good it can be
best spring (or autumn) wishes for you and me

March 18, 2010

who say everything's been said: nick drake "things behind the sun” (1971)

it was one evening in 1998
i was listening to the album "pink moon"
for probably the thousandth time when
the moment froze still and filled my room with loud silence

and the song i've known for longer than a decade
spoke to me for the very first time


back then i was in
massive doubt about the worth of my creative efforts
all i could see was other people "doing so well in the world"
and me in my room in drought, in same old tug of war

until then this song was my least favorite on the album
but that night words hit me and it all made sense
the mystery of creativity as he sang
"who’ll hear what i say"

although the song never spoke to me in just that way again,
i have not devaluated my creative impulse since
on basis of how heard or hidden i am in the world
and in 1999, with newly-improved dedication,
rose to take on a consuming fabric dyeing practice


below:
soft, daring and timeless




things behind the sun

please beware of them that stare
they'll only smile to see you while
your time away

and once you've seen what they have been
to win the earth just won't seem worth
your night or your day

who'll hear what i say


look around you find the ground
is not so far from where you are
but don't be too wise

for down below they never grow
they're always tired and charms are hired
from out of their eyes

never surprise


take your time and you'll be fine
and say a prayer for people there
who live on the floor
and if you see what's meant to be
don't name the day or try to say
it happened before


don't be shy you learn to fly
and see the sun when day is done
if only you see

just what you are beneath a star
that came to stay one rainy day
in autumn for free

yes, be what you’ll be


please be aware of them that stare
they'll only smile to see you while
your time away

and once you've seen what they have been
to win the earth just won't seem worth
your night or your day

who'll hear what i say


open up the broken cup
let goodly sin and sunshine in
yes that's today
and open wide the hymns you hide
you find renown while people frown
at things that you say
but say what you'll say

about the farmers and the fun
and the things behind the sun
and the people round your head
who say everything's been said
and the movement in your brain
sends you out into the rain




additionally, if you are not familiar with his modern day van gogh story,
here are some recommended reading:

by arthur lubow, 1979 for "fruit tree" box set
(scroll down to read- some kind soul typed the whole essay, thank you)
wiki on nick