It gets worse: on the night of the studio open house, her husband, a nutritionist by trade, is manning the stove top, turning out diminutive sandwiches that riff on Korean barbeque and Cuban cuisine, among numerous other creations; people hover nearby to sample the newest tidbits, mmm'ing and ooo'ing and furrowing their brows in attempts to ferret out elusive spices and ingredients. In the pantry hangs a reproduction of "Portrait of a Man in a Turban" by Jan Van Eyck (1433), painted by their daughter Emily Derse Pellichero, after she studied in Florence for two years. Marcia's sister, greeting people at the door, is also a fabric artist, based in Chicago. And on this evening, a handful of other artists have invaded Marcia's home, carelessly mixing their own work with the art and collections found in every room. When will they leave? Artists are hard to get rid of, once they find a foothold. It's all too much. I know what you're thinking: "There but for the grace of God, go I..."
As if sensing the house's negative force field, my camera refused to take more pictures after the first six or so. Luckily, my right-hand man Stephen uses his iPhone camera at the drop of a hat and he kindly promised to email me photos from the event. Warning: if you don't like colorful, you're certainly not going to like these images. Avert your gaze!...Hard to do, while reading a blog post...
[*Blanket disclaimer for the overly literal: I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Marcia's clearly warm, wonderfully talented and fantastic. And this December night in Sylvania, OH was close to magical.]
|Studio, with fabric cabinets|
|Game board, painting in the style of Matisse|
|Far studio wall|
|Fabric panels showing differing techniques over the decades|
|The artist next to her panel|
|Original design on left, reproduced fabric from Japan on right|
|wonderful textured quilt, above milk glass collection|
|"What about this one?" I asked Stephen.|
"Yes, it makes me happy. It makes me think of chicken legs."
Stephen often makes great remarks like this.
|Bovine happiness. Folk artists Paige & Larry Koosed.|
|I wanted to carry the goat around with me.|
|And the rooster. I was actually holding him, but it was necessary to crop myself out, as I looked mildly unhinged.|
|Vases by Jan Thomas|
|Ornaments by Jan Thomas|
|Yup, Jan Thomas again. perfume bottles.|
|More clay from Mary Ellen Taylor.|
|The Taylor tile that went home with me.|
|In situ. Kind of looks like I have a sister shrine going on. Photo from her college years.|
|the figures at top are all presidents|
|from wall of family photos|
|someone wasn't told not to draw on the walls. Mmph, mmph, mmph!|
This was really only the tip of the iceberg. Several artists present were not represented in this post (apologies!). As it is, I'm all blogged out! Not a bad way to end the year, writing about talented, multifaceted folk! And yesterday was a banner day with Compatriot -- we started out with Indian buffet, made one last visit to the DIA in 2011 and ended with cocktails at Zola. Several of my favorite activities, all in one afternoon/evening!
Tonight there will be fondue. Best wishes to Everyone for a fun evening -- and, more importantly, for an exciting, healthful and joyous 2012!