olivia project

okay, this is from ages ago... but for the sake of documentation, here ya go:

olivia project from aly de la cruz on Vimeo.

created for the olivia project, a constituent of the cultch's ignite! youth week festival.

i was paired with harrison of the local noise-making outfit half chinese.

i took care of the sights and harrison took care of the sounds.

for the performance, i wore a dress i made as well as a critter mask.

harrison wore his own animal mask. we basically ran around on stage and hit shit with egg beaters and drumsticks. stuff like a fire bell, some cymbals, the ground, a cookie tin full of chalk, lots of stuff. we had a freak out while the above piece was projected on the far wall behind us.

i felt really fucked up before, during, and after. and broke skin and had bruises after. not really my kind of performance art. just so fuckin' reckless and tryin' to effortlessly be 'about something'. i learned some stuff though. it kinda reinforced the choice i made to go to clown school in the fall. that's right... i'm doin' it! (at the fantastic space with david)

finding home project

actually finished this waay back in february. mid-february to be more precise. finally, here it is! (+ aww yeah!; finally set up a vimeo!)

finding home from aly de la cruz on Vimeo.

What does it mean to be lost or displaced?

Objects like people need context and vice-versa. Or do they?

Is it possible for a person to be 'out of context' (in other words, 'somewhere they do not belong').

These objects are symbolic of the notion that cultural artifacts are loaded with history, tradition, and values that may be construed as old fashioned or simple.

Like theses objects, people can find themselves being forced into categories. The old and the young are among those pushed to the edges of society, marginalized and forced to make lives for themselves on somebody else's terms. That said, we noticed a commonality between elders and youngers; it is a common assumption that young people are the ones that eventually have to leave the nest. But the same can be said for elders.

People forget that in many cases some are forced to leave the homes they have spent so much time building, and that everyone is just trying to build a home for themselves in this world.

People are being shoved out of the private sphere and thereby thrust into the public. Human beings are being socially constructed as junk.

We invite you to walk with us.

N.B. this piece is actually just one piece of a video art installation. the film is meant to digitally project down into a shallow box (located at arm's level) holding all four objects. that's right!; the objects are meant to be projected onto and viewers are meant to touch the objects to make for a less passive, more tactile experience.

paisley and a new hats and braids

got cotton from dressew and hemmed it, voila: new bed sheets! They come in uber-floral and paisley. i love paisley like nobody's business.* also made a pillow sac with the paisley's leftovers. hold on... case, i meant case.
then my partner saw the fabric i got for the sheet, he used the word 'granny' or something to characterise it. i casually reminded him that a) thing is, i am so into grannies° and wholeheartedly plan on being a ragin' one myself someday, and b) i pride
myself on my general frumpiness.































that said, knit a new hat semi-recently (beautiful
hand spun and dyed wool, by a woman in
uruguay, fair trade):





it's warm and a very pretty-bunch-o'-greens, and pretty much the nicest hat i've made... or no, the 'cleanest' or 'most neatly done' one is more like it.


been makin' some other stuff too, but because i'm so tired and it's late, think i'll end this post with these :













braided a couple of my housemates' hairs (as in i braided the hair of a couple of people; i didnt braid just a couple of hairs, and their respective sets of hairs; they don't share their hair†)! One's name is 9ah ([nine-uh]), the other is isaac rufus (i didn't have to use ONE bobby pin for isaac, his hair is THAT curly). when i am braiding a person's hair, i am also consciously cherishing them. hurray!

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*my favourite fruit is mango too, so that makes sense. see the wiki article if you don't get what i'm sayin'.
°zzomg! the ragging grannies are most-rad!
† i really love semicolons, to the point in which i overuse them and perhaps use them incorrectly.

so i put off putting the kettle

in other words... i haven't updated in ages, therefore... MONSTER POST!

i've been making a lot, as per usual. specifics:

- finished a journal for sam-pie. bookbinding is one of the most useful skills i've acquired recently. all thanks to a friend called willow. it's a pretty empowering and rewarding practice (for both the maker and the receiver).* the one pictured is one i made for myself. it's about 14 x 17cm. the patch says analog love. the pages are made from old envelopes made of pretty, acid-free, water colour paper-esque paper, and the fabric used for the cover is that of a shirt found in a free box. sam's is grey and doesn't have a patch on it yet. we'll probably silkscreen him one and glue/sew it on, or not.

- made a couple of lovely circle skirts. well, one of them is an oval skirt (which makes it fall differently), that's the brown one made of a wool blend. it's got one half-oval pocket located about the left hipbone (it's sorta like a fannypack... they've been reclaimed though, so i've heard, by cool kids, thereby redubbed 'hipsters'). the pocket is lined with a lovely yellow fabric†, the same fabric i used as bias tape° to line the waist of the skirt. it has no zipper nor buttons installed, thus i have to reverse-dive... or dive up into it. it's basically like i'm putting on a shirt, 'cept that shirt's a poncho, but not a conventional poncho that lies on one's shoulders, rather one that gently grips the hips. essentially, it's a 'hip poncho.' eh, eh?

anyway, same deal with the other one, 'cept it's reversible and made of a cotton blend. one side's orange, the other's red (i call it my fire skirt), with blue bias taped waist. all the colours are very bright. i'm considering making this one into an oval too so that whatever colour is facing inward at the time can peek out more. (check out the photos above, of the skirts straight-on, to see what i mean) maybe not though, if it takes away from the skirt's supreme-o twirling effects.

- bread. i've baked two loaves in the past few days. so delicious. it's the cake-y kind of bread that's more so called a [hmm] loaf (hmm = prevalent ingredient, i.e. carrot loaf, banana loaf. used this recipe (it says it's cake, but like i said... i think it's cakey bread... or maybe it is cake, but my using a 9" tube pan and spreading [apple] butter to it influences how i perceive the baked good).

the first time i followed the recipe very closely, but added only half the sugar (just making eye contact with a mound of sugar sends me crashin'). i also added dates, walnuts, and coconut shavings. oh, not to mention whole wheat flour and olive oil instead.

same thing for the second loaf, except i only had one carrot left, used honey instead of sugar, used a little less oil, added more coconut shavings (sprinkling some on top too, enveloped by a really thin coat of batter), mixed in some cubed apple, and chucked in a pinch of curry powder just for fun.

finally, i've found a great base (nice and moist, fast, not too dense) for all different types of loaves. i can't wait to experiment s'more (next time i'm thinkin' a savory one with olives an rosemary, onion, basil, cheeese. can't wait!). anyway, looks and tastes beautiful. (and... it totally is cake; i didn't use yeast, bread flour, and i didn't knead it one bit)

-film-related stuff, but more about that later... now i will make vegan shepherd's pie and coconut rice puddin'!


fin!

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*i find journals already make for pretty good gifts, especially when presented to writer-types, but when you make it yourself and give it to somebody who doesn't journal often and tell them it's a secret place you made for them that you'd like very much for them to adopt and make their own... well that! that's somethin' else!

°this... process, sewing skill or whatever, is my new best friend. srsly. reanna reminded me about it and i also found this video online real enlightening.

† see!:







those larger, lone flowers are embroidered (not by me) on.

whoo...

i have started fashioning a wearable owl head (+ floppsy wings) today outta chicken wire and plaster. i reckon the whole thing is semi-indicative of the costumes featured in where the wild things are. but less scary and a more softcore sort of ugly. i don't want the thing to turn out weighing a tonne, thus will probably use some tissue paper or vellum-esque stuff to fill in scaley-looking feather bits here and there. my hands feel great because of it.

and now i will continue watching NFB animations (three recent faves in no particular order: hungu, the danish poet, and how wings are attached to the backs of angels) until i doze off.

yeah! friday.

button button

is a neat little shop i've passed by millions of times, but have never truly acknowledged. UNTIL: NOW. the place is brimming with cute. it's mighty tiny, and potent. buttons on every wall, arranged lovingly, cradled by wooden compartments or pop-top tubes. every surface is covered in buttons of all varieties. mother of pearl, plastic, wooden, brass, fish leather, ceramics, you name it it's probably there.



anyway, spent the better part of an hour holding buttons up to a piece of felted grey wool, soon to be a hooded something for my love. chose the most beautiful buttons---with the help from a new friend, marion who looks after the shop once a week, if my memory serves me right. I might get sewing lessons from her next season. she and i discussed my origami method (she mentioned her favourite designer issey miyake) of sewing and how fabrics and fibers tend to just fall into place, shape themselves.



AND met the makeshift gal, nathalie. she seems as neat in person as she does in blogland.

photos to come once we find the card reader! [edit: just gonna photo booth everything for now!]

can you guess which one sat in the 'steampunk' tin?

also, painted today and made a portfolio out of a huge piece of cardboard, an exacto knife, and duct tape.

noggin nest

made one, last night at the 404 house.

isaac had this really rough chunky-and-felted-here-and-skinny-and-curly-there wool and virgin yarny yarn, all in sterotypically 'earthy tones'. y'know: greens and yellows, orangey yellows, yellowy browns/greens, and browns.

so i started playing with it and decided i would make a hat for nina [9-uh]. so i starting knitting the virgin with circular needles, comparing the circumference to nina's head, and then proceeded to build a swirly mess on top. what hiccuped out started looking more and more like some sort of whimsy nest. it looked like nina was a forest creature, or a sea nymph (or a combination of the two).

all this happened while we waited for the bread robot to finish kneading and zapping the ingredients nina had thrown into it... spelt, a single lonely egg, applesauce, and other stuff, with cooked quinoa sprinkled on top. we also drank much-too-spicy ginger tea for its alleged health benefits, played with words via the portmanteau (i.e. gorgy; gorgeous + orgy) and pun* ('i don't knead you isaac. i have a robot for that!), and listened to and sang iron and wine and paul simon songs. finally, i scowled at the cats a bit, attempting to will them from attacking all the fiber-y goodness, and had nina feed me fruit juice corn kernels (pomegranate seeds) because my hands were full and my patience for stuff like that was already operating at full capacity.

anyway, back to the thing; i starting pinning stuff together while it was still on her head and knit the spirals in place, then added a loopy trim brim. now nina has a green-egg-sans-ham noggin nest. she is also leaving town for a hot place very soon, but it'll still be cold here, so i get to wear it while she's gone.



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*the pun and the double entendre are similar, but a d.e. must be comprised of two words sharing identical phonetic transcription, right? whereas the former needn't be and may even be of the implied variety, yes?