David Michael Jackson

Art Canvas Cut Size Table 16 x 20 Gallery Wrap

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linen canvas

linen canvas
When artists buy canvas in rolls it comes in several sizes, usually 54″ or 84″ wide. One wonders from where these numbers come.
The table below is to help artists buy canvas in bulk and stretch their own canvas.
This table can help determine how many canvasses may be cut from a certain size roll.
This first table is for gallery wrapped stretchers which are 1 1/2 inches deep. This allows 7 inches wrap or 3 1/2 inches extra material on each side for tacking on the back of the stretcher.

Here is how I use this table…..The column on the left shows that I can make two 27″ cuts across a 54″ roll to make two 20″ canvasses across with no waste. The left hand column shows how far down the roll I then go without wasting material…..12 cuts at 23″ is 207″……the table at the bottom says that 6 yards is 216″ so I can make 2 x 12 or twenty four 16″ x 20″ canvasses out of a 54″ roll at 6 yards

The table also shows that if I buy the 84″ roll in the catalogue I get three across and 3 x 12 or 36 canvasses per roll

Width Length wrap
20 16 7
27 23 Cut Size
54 46 2
81 69 3
108 92 4
135 115 5
162 138 6
189 161 7
216 184 8
243 207 9
270 230 10
297 253 11
324 276 12
351 299 13
378 322 14
405 345 15
432 368 16
459 391 17
486 414 18
513 437 19
540 460 20
567 483 21
594 506 22
621 529 23
648 552 24
675 575 25
702 598 26
729 621 27
Yards inches
1 36
2 72
3 108
4 144
5 180
6 216
7 252
8 288
9 324
10 360

 

This form of calculation is great but the standard sizes of roll and blankets of any cloth start with the loom. The first looms were 54″ and later came 84″. The standard sizes of canvas came from a “zero scrap” approach. I bought a blanket of linen which was 6 yards of 84″ wide material. When I unfolded it twice, it was 84″ x 54″….by making one cut I produced 4 pieces at 54″ x 84″. By folding and cutting twice more I had 32 pieces of 27″ x 22″ linen and no scrap. These pieces could be used to make either 16″ x 20″ gallery wrap or 18″ x 24″ standard stretched canvasses.

If you lay the blanket on the floor you will see that the folds have been made in such a way that measurements are often not necessary. Those funny looking numbers, 54 and 84 are carefully designed to waste little or no material.

 

 

 

 

 

Happy stretching.

 

david michael jackson…..editors@artvilla.com

 

Cold Rain Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Out Into The Cold Rain

out into the cold rain
goes my baby
out into the driving wind
goes my child
out into the cruel world
I send my honey
for
even the bitterest wind
is sweet
even the driving rain
brings the wet street in the morning and
that certainty which permeates
the consciousness in the wet cold,
suffering perseverance
which tastes as sweet
as
the soft forgotten scent of
the rose.
To come out of nothingness
out of the abyss of time and no time,
to come out of that and to taste
the sweet taste of the oxygen in the air for a moment
for a simple brief instant, would you not endure,
would you not say “No problem, Lord”
to the pain and cold
dampness of this day
to the problems and the worries and the fact
that this coat doesn’t quite cover, and
let’s the cold in until it
hurts the limbs when they try to move.
What do you say,
what can you say, but
thank you
thank you for
this day

Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, All rights reserved

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The Stewards of The Earth by David Michael Jackson | A Poem

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pigs

The Stewards of the Earth

 

Bite the tail in front
shuffle the feet
bite the tail
shuffle the feet
push toward the food
bite the tail
kick the one biting the tail
push to food
bite the tail

The Stewards of the Earth
push buttons
food flows
push to food
the machines whir
A door opens
The light slips in.

The door closes

Out of the Box Poem by David Michael Jackson

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The laughing heart

little boxes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Think out of the box
they all say
there are some of us who
yearn for the box

because it’s lonely
out here

for the little boxes all
have nice people
in them
and there are
flowers
and children
playing

as we are playing

and I am playing the poet
and I am serving you tea
in this make believe cup

I say, “It was terribly cold this December.”

and it’s time for
your character to speak

“It was so cold and I felt so boxed in.

but

the winter chill is on the outside of the door and the cat seems content.

The family sends love.”

 

 

 

Cat Confessions Continued, A Poem by David Michael Jackson

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When I was 12 my father died.

It took several years before my mother dated.

Our cat population was really out of hand.

Females had females.

My mother was dating a Drill Sargent.

He decided to take care of the problem.

He decided it was time that I was a man.

He decided I should shoot a kitten.

I can still see it.

He succeeded.

 

 

 

 

For my dear friend, Seymour Shubin who shared a similar confession.

david michael jackson