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He blogs now, too.

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Inspiration: Sonia Delaunay

Here's another artist I'm learning about right now.   Sonia Delaunay was born in the Ukraine in 1885, into a poor family. She went to live with her wealthy uncle when she was a little girl, and was well-educated by them, and they eventually adopted her. She went to school in Germany, then convinced her aunt and uncle to send her to art school in Paris.

 She married a gay art collector friend, Wilhelm Uhde, in order to stay in Paris. Her aunt and uncle wanted her to return to St Petersburg, marry and live the life of a wealthy aristocrat. She wanted none of it. Soon, she started exhibiting her work. Within a year she met Robert Delaunay, divorced Uhde, and married Robert. They had a baby, Charles, in 1911. She made him a 'modernist' baby quilt, which began her explorations with fabric. However, Robert's career often took precedence over hers.

Sonia started designing clothing around 1912. She continued exhibiting her work. In 1917, the Russian Revolution caused fu…


Look at those pretty yellow pears on the table...
Think I'll paint them. This is how it looks in phase one,  before I covered it all up with ink...

And... the final painting. Sorry, a crooked photo will have to suffice, couldn't scan it...yet. I'm in new computer hell here, having to upgrade everything, with nonstop glitches along the way.  BTW, thanks for all the kind comments recently... so far all is going well in Rhode Island.  (classes start tomorrow, with a 5 hour drawing class - sounds like fun to me!)  Our dog, Roo, has been climbiing the spiral stairs to his attic room and sleeping on his bed the last few days. I know how she feels.

On his way...

So, our boy left for college on the other side of the country today. The listmaking, scrambling, packing, and rushing around has been intense in our house these last few days. These are not very good photos of the quilt I made, at his request, for his bed in the dorms; "Kinda dark, maybe brown, lumberjack-ish, and would you please use this old plaid shirt of mine?"
OK, one brown quilt, coming right up. I didn't want to put a huge amount of effort into this one, 'cuz who knows what kind of shape it will come back in. I fondly remember my time in college dorms and all the crazy things we did. My mom will be pleased to know he also packed the baby quilt she made long ago.
To wrap up in when he's homesick? Maybe.
I'm looking forward to our first skype chat tomorrow, and a tour of his new digs.
Oh, my boy, the house is already so lonely without you.
And so am I.