so i’m thinking about a thigh piece and i feel like since this is my “field”, it wouldn’t be right if i didn’t have atleast a part in designing my own piece if you don’t know me, my parents were self employed for the better part of my childhood, and they were both self-made upholsterers. last year, i wrote a paper on my memories of walking through my dad’s shop everyday, and smelling the spray adhesive, and feeling the crunch of staples under my velcro strap shoes. I remember we went to an Upholsterer’s Convention (I know, the have conventions for Everything.) and both my parents got these dark green shirts. On the front they said “Upholsterers Never Die” and on the back they said “They Always Recover”, and I just thought that as so clever. My dad taught me how to sew, and make patterns from old material, and I could go on for days about how much I hated it when he recruited me and my little brother to pull staples. But the metaphor here is more complicated than just the clever ad by a printmaker, and it means a lot to me. The tools and craft of upholstering have been HAHAH STAPLES of my younger life, and I’d like to hold on to those memories. Anyway, this has been a post. 

so i’m thinking about a thigh piece

and i feel like since this is my “field”, it wouldn’t be right if i didn’t have atleast a part in designing my own piece

if you don’t know me, my parents were self employed for the better part of my childhood, and they were both self-made upholsterers. last year, i wrote a paper on my memories of walking through my dad’s shop everyday, and smelling the spray adhesive, and feeling the crunch of staples under my velcro strap shoes. I remember we went to an Upholsterer’s Convention (I know, the have conventions for Everything.) and both my parents got these dark green shirts. On the front they said “Upholsterers Never Die” and on the back they said “They Always Recover”, and I just thought that as so clever. My dad taught me how to sew, and make patterns from old material, and I could go on for days about how much I hated it when he recruited me and my little brother to pull staples. But the metaphor here is more complicated than just the clever ad by a printmaker, and it means a lot to me. The tools and craft of upholstering have been HAHAH STAPLES of my younger life, and I’d like to hold on to those memories. Anyway, this has been a post. 

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Posted on Wednesday, 19 September
Tagged as: sketch   doodle   tattoo design   drafting   upholstery