Monday, May 31, 2010
About one month ago I found a pin in a junk shop, it was very well made and sculptural. Researching led me to discover a world I grew up in but never knew, the 1950's and 60's, post war boom of American Costume Jewelry. Manufactured in the USA, Providence , RI was the center of this beautiful art form.
The elegance, quality, workmanship of this era is unsurpassed by anything we are doing now in affordable fashion. In fact, we are not doing anything, because it is all made in China.
And they did. We are the richest generation in our country but sadly we will not be passing this down to our offspring because we do not make things in America like this anymore.
Each piece of authentic vintage American jewelry preserves an America where work ethic and quality reigned. Our parents were busy, they took pride in making things. I looked at the old photographs of women stringing beads in the 1950's factories. At a table with other women they create sparkly necklaces that embody dreams of glamour and attaining a better life. Of course, the industry was not without labor abuses, as some owners worked their women long hours without benefits. But what I want to focus on is the quality of the work which is derived from dedication to making something excellent.
Looking at the photographs, I imagine the pride in making a beautiful creation. When you work with gorgeous materials, it can't help you feel good. I know that if I am surrounded by beautiful fabrics and threads I feel that I want to produce the most creative item I can imagine. All this is a process of course, as each item we produce leads us to the next one, we learn and master through commitment.
Growing up near Manhattan in the 1950's, "What's the latest" was an assumed state of mind.
It meant, who is making what, what new computer is being designed in Poukeepsie, what new fabrics were on the shelves in B. Altmans's, or what's chic in Vogue Magazine. Back then we made our clothing from gorgeous fabrics milled in the USA. With great sewing patterns used over by every cousin, aunt, and friend, you could customize a unique dress from the same pattern. If you could not afford to buy nice ready to wear, there was an option for you. Our family did not have the money to be big shoppers, but we absorbed the bulk of "What's the Latest" by DIY. As a young lady, my hope was that I would buy ready made in the future with increased economic prosperity.
Mid twentieth century costume jewelry regaled an exuberance and elegance of design, with a splash of humor reminding one not to take oneself so seriously. The clarity of the rhinestones, the handmade Art Glass, the movement of color and shape sparkle happiness. It was a brief time of hope, innocence, and fantasy, yielding to the Cuban Missile Crisis, civil rights unrest and Vietnam in the 1960's.
Do we have dreams now or do we just fear? The oil spills, terrorist plots, what will the news bring next?
I feel like we trample from one tulip craze to the next, never learning from the past or taking time to think. Scrambling to survive, or so we think. Layering debt that our children will pass on to theirs, I am sure they will not have something they can truly call their own.
I am collecting pieces of this genre because it reminds me of an idealism and when Americans actually made something. Their sculptural qualities, color and elegant design also inspire me for my artwork. You may soon see screen prints on my fabrics hinting at this luxurious past.
DeLizza and Elster Milk Glass with Copper Fluss
Vendome Art Glass
Unsigned Art Glass Bracelet
Juliana Red Siam Brooch
Monday, May 3, 2010
While the antique tribal rug show is still up in our gallery, I have been moved to depths by the artists who wove them, how they loved their animals, the efforts to collect the dyes, spin the yarn and knot the rugs that were their home. The collection transformed my perception about "oriental rugs". Each rug is the home of an ancestor, the paintings detailing their life. Nomadic or village , you see the pride and love they transfer onto a necessary structure, the only essential structure, the textile.. As I have always said, what do you do with a flat piece of fabric?
Rolled in home
my essence of luxury
Was the abrash painted before the spinners song
You have to unweave to know
Green in the ancient abode
Mark of the dyer
pomegranate's fate made him
How far for stones that transformed plants' hue
or pilgrimage for treasured insects
Who tended wild roots of turkey red
three years would pass before harvest
Earth and heavens, temperment of soil,
water fluid or drought
defined softness and color
When did she have time to weave
the daily routines kept her hands busy
like a 21st century woman
her hands forming knots of forms
layers of meaning in stripes
like sedimentary rock
unearthing but preserving the past
You hear your drums
foot patterns make paths
in lyrical borders that dream
your next sojourn
Palette of treasure records
bonds with all around
and happy animals' souls
eternally bed you