11.1.11

Happy anniversary dear glasses

This blurry image celebrates my 21st anniversary as a myopic and astigmatic.
I was 9 years old when I walked home from school with the wrong mother. But I don't think it was my poor vision's fault; in the 80's all mothers had the same hairdo. The fact that she kept saying 'sweetie, I'm not your mother' while I was holding her hand wasn't relevant to me. It was just heartbreaking.
So my (real) mother took me to the doctor for a vision test. I was given one of those test glasses with interchangeable lenses and the doctor said 'well, can you read those letters?' 'Letters -I said-, what letters??'
My mother burst into tears and the doctor quickly changed the lenses. 'Try now' -the doctor said. I was hoping for an alphabetical order but it wasn't that easy 'Ok, that's... N, B, P.... no wait, M, P, R... or maybe L?... R? Z? X?!
Blaming my Spanish teacher was useless. The next day I became the sixth person with glasses in a household of seven, leaving my brother as the only family member with a healthy vision and confirming my theory that, despite all his teasing, he was the adopted one. (Years later during a psychoanalysis session he would recall the sense of isolation that derived from that, reproaching my parents for not giving him the same myopia they gave to their other children).
It turn out that other than suffering from myopia and astigmatism my right eye was specially 'lazy' and I had to wear a patch to cover my good eye so the lazy one did extra work while the other was on vacation. I find that was totally unfair under the Basic Conditions of Employment Act and I completely understand why my lazy eye refused to cooperate. Very soon my left eye got used to good easy life under the patch and since then a competition started to see which eye would be the laziest. That led to an unstoppable escalation of diopters that reached indecent levels. Anyway, wearing the patch was fun because I loved drawing fake eyes on it to scare people around.
My first glasses were thick-rimmed, pink and red. They had a pink neck cord with a little mouse at the end. My nerdity shone with all its glory.

9.1.11

Of projects and competitions

A couple of months ago I worked on a project for the International Competition of Textile Design organized by Ateval (an association of textile companies from Valencia, Spain). All projects had to be anonymous so I couldn't show it on the blog before, but now that we know the results I'd like to show you what I did.  
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For this design I got the inspiration from the image above. It's a picture I took in the park next to my house during the big snowfall that collapsed Barcelona last winter. I liked the softness of the snow and the contrast between the white and the dark lines traced by the branches of the trees. 
After a period of research and experimentation with materials I came up with a solution I liked. Here I'll show the process:
1. Using black dyed tulle as the base, I randomly layered different threads on it. 
2. I covered the whole thing with water-soluble interlining and sewed several parallel lines over it (horizontally, vertically and diagonally).
3. Once the sewing was finished I washed the fabric to dissolve the interlining.
4. As a result the tulle had the threads securely attached onto it.
5. Then I cut out circles and stuffed them with white polyester fiber to make small balls. Some of the balls were filled with black wool to create a contrast. In the picture you can also see a smaller red and white variation I did before.
6. In the finished sample (16 x 16 cm) the balls have been sewn in regular rows. Alternating black balls allows to create a pattern if desired. This design has different applications. My first thought was to imagine it as a rug, but it could be applied to cushions or wall decorations.
In the next picture I'm holding the presentation board I sent to the competition. 

I'm happy to say that my design was among the finalists and will be exhibited in a textile fair held in September this year. One of my classmates was among the finalists too and he eventually won the first prize! Well done, Alex!! Here you can see his winning design.








8.1.11

Elaine asked for a sneak peek of my monstrous haircut.
Don't blame me if you can't sleep tonight!

5.1.11

Happy 2011!

I'm back from the holidays, ready for a new year.
Today I wanted to act one of my new year's resolutions (the fastest and easiest) so I went to the hairdresser's to get a short haircut.
I hope the result of this first action doesn't set the tone for the rest of the year, because at the moment I can't look at myself on the mirror without shivering. 
I hate my 'Jeanne d'Arc had a perm' look.
I'll spare you the pictures of the hair disaster. Instead, those are some pictures of beautiful Porto, in Portugal, which I visited during the holidays.