Monday, January 30, 2012
Making Handmade Books: The Cover is Not the Book
Making Handmade Books: The Cover is Not the Book: At the College Book Art conference this year, Buzz Spector , book artist, theoretician, and educator and Brewster Kahle , computer engineer...
Friday, December 30, 2011
Tanka poem by Kayla
transgender dysphoria
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not recognizing
in the mirror
this face of a man
she tries to wipe away
his image
rubbing desperately
at the mirror's surface
she searches
for the image
of the beautiful woman inside.
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not recognizing
in the mirror
this face of a man
she tries to wipe away
his image
rubbing desperately
at the mirror's surface
she searches
for the image
of the beautiful woman inside.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
mobile art by Kayla
please excuse the clutter, this mobile hangs in my studio\hobby room . The mobile is made from my collage sketches,bamboo and some string! The secret to designing a mobile sculpture is to start at the bottom and work your way to the top....michaela
here is another view
i really enjoy mobiles, they are always changing their composition......michaela
here is another view
i really enjoy mobiles, they are always changing their composition......michaela
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Fighter kite art
here is another kite that i designed and built recently, i was able to use acetone to remove color from its mylar sail to give a three panel effect....michaela
kite specs:
sail area 1.25 sq. ft.
sail loading 0.26 oz./ft.sq.
wingspan 20 inches
spine 18 inches (bamboo)
aspect ratio 1.1
wingtips @ 45% of spine length
bow .05 carbon fiber rod
bow length 23.6 inches (.05 carbon fiber rod)
bow ratio 0.848
kite specs:
sail area 1.25 sq. ft.
sail loading 0.26 oz./ft.sq.
wingspan 20 inches
spine 18 inches (bamboo)
aspect ratio 1.1
wingtips @ 45% of spine length
bow .05 carbon fiber rod
bow length 23.6 inches (.05 carbon fiber rod)
bow ratio 0.848
Monday, December 5, 2011
Fighter kite by Kayla
just finished building a new fighter kite and wanted to show it to you
The sail is made from mylar, i used acetone to remove the red color resulting in a 2 panel look!
for those interested in the design specs
sail area - 1.22 sq.ft.
aspect ratio 1.22
bow .05 carbon fiber rod
bow length 23.8 inches
bow ratio 0.869
wingspan 20.75 inches
wingtips @ 50% spine length
spine length 17 inches ( bamboo spine )
sail loading 0.28 oz/sq ft
i look forward to its first flight or i should say our first dance!!......michaela
The sail is made from mylar, i used acetone to remove the red color resulting in a 2 panel look!
for those interested in the design specs
sail area - 1.22 sq.ft.
aspect ratio 1.22
bow .05 carbon fiber rod
bow length 23.8 inches
bow ratio 0.869
wingspan 20.75 inches
wingtips @ 50% spine length
spine length 17 inches ( bamboo spine )
sail loading 0.28 oz/sq ft
i look forward to its first flight or i should say our first dance!!......michaela
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Nicholas Virgilio haiku
i have always been a fan of the late American haiku poet Nicholas Virgilio.
At a poetry reading i met his brother Tony, who talked with me about Nicks
early days writing haiku, i really enjoyed our conversation about Nick's life.
i would like to include a few of the poems we discussed.
the following haiku poems were written by Nicholas Virgilio:
lily
out of the water
out of itself
over spatterdocks
turning at corners of air
dragonfly
in the singles' bar
magnifying loneliness
her thick eye glasses
Viet nam monument
darkened by autumn rain
my dead brother's name
autumn twilight
the wreath on the door
lifts in the wind
i am very thankful and delighted to have talked with Tony Virgilio,
thank you Tony........michaela
At a poetry reading i met his brother Tony, who talked with me about Nicks
early days writing haiku, i really enjoyed our conversation about Nick's life.
i would like to include a few of the poems we discussed.
the following haiku poems were written by Nicholas Virgilio:
lily
out of the water
out of itself
over spatterdocks
turning at corners of air
dragonfly
in the singles' bar
magnifying loneliness
her thick eye glasses
Viet nam monument
darkened by autumn rain
my dead brother's name
autumn twilight
the wreath on the door
lifts in the wind
i am very thankful and delighted to have talked with Tony Virgilio,
thank you Tony........michaela
Monday, October 3, 2011
haiku by Kayla
autumn
through fallen leaves
so much more sky
together
spinning in circles
butterflies
autumn
sunset in the fork
of the maple tree
autumn
seeing the trees
undress
full moon
shadows of the willow tree
spread across the yard
circling overhead
the crying sound
of a lonely hawk
always walking
never in a hurry
shield bug on the wall
dresser table
my mothers ring
now cold
mothers' grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
visiting mothers' grave
a flock of noisy starlings
fill a nearby tree
mothers'grave
i sweep away the leaves
covering her name
near mothers' grave
on top of a tomb stone
an unopened cup of coffee
below the giant oak
a young dogwood shows
her first blossoms
tulip poplar
towers high above the house
its baby just grass high
strange rainy season
seeing the deck boards
green with moss
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
garden roots
smelling the sweet scent
of sassafras
dead oak
a woodpecker taps out
a morning meal
through fallen leaves
so much more sky
together
spinning in circles
butterflies
autumn
sunset in the fork
of the maple tree
autumn
seeing the trees
undress
full moon
shadows of the willow tree
spread across the yard
circling overhead
the crying sound
of a lonely hawk
always walking
never in a hurry
shield bug on the wall
dresser table
my mothers ring
now cold
mothers' grave
leaves fall gently
on the still earth
visiting mothers' grave
a flock of noisy starlings
fill a nearby tree
mothers'grave
i sweep away the leaves
covering her name
near mothers' grave
on top of a tomb stone
an unopened cup of coffee
below the giant oak
a young dogwood shows
her first blossoms
tulip poplar
towers high above the house
its baby just grass high
strange rainy season
seeing the deck boards
green with moss
my lost sister
the campfire out
ashes blow in the wind
garden roots
smelling the sweet scent
of sassafras
dead oak
a woodpecker taps out
a morning meal
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