"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

I have moved

Hello everyone,

For a while I have been at

http://anatomyofabird.blogspot.com/

If you want to find me that is where I am.

New start, New life, New day.

Bobbie/Filamental/The Bird

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

So Will You Come To See Me?

I'm asking for you to join me on my new blog.  The Anatomy of a Bird I just needed a new space for a brand new way of looking at things. It is a beautiful place, our world, is it not?

Namaste

Friday, March 8, 2013


How I do it? Some have asked. . .that is what I will share on a regular basis. . .but not here.
This blog is dead. Remember the meditation bird I did a while back? Remember my book/boxes like the Mt. Fuji Ballet? This is what it is all about for me these days.

I ask you to join me at my new place The Anatomy of a Bird.   Click the link at the top of the right column.

Thanks to all of you for the support and friendship over the past couple of years, I am truly greatful.

Bobbie

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Just In Case

You know how I hate telling stories. . .
well, you know what, it has been a long time coming. . .
I have been ill for quite a long time.

This was almost all she wrote. . .

You also know that I am a drama queen.

I just wanted to say while I still can

Hello!

You mean the world to me. . .

ALL OF YOU!

The little sparrows are so wonderful. The red red bird is too.

Please don't throw me in this brier patch.  OH PLEASE PLEASE DO!

Tomorrow my baby girl is coming for a visit. I am so thankful! She fell off her skis and is coming brace and crutches and all.

My mama is well, my sister is too. My honey bunny deserves a metal of honor.

I don't mean to sound like a cry baby but I am a cry baby, today.

My son is back in Afghanistan, please pray for his safety and his sacrifice.
I will pray for you!

x0x0x

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Friday, December 21, 2012

Behind The Scene


Oh Honey It Is Cold Outside
The Snow
The Lights
The Tree Still Stands
Crazy Baby Kitty
Pats My Face

 G R A C E 

May You Have A Blessed Day, Too!
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday Morning Table


Thinking and planning what is next on my list of want to do's on this Monday morning a week before Christmas. This is a busy week coming up where I can grab a few minutes between have to do's and want to do's. Winter is almost here which is a good thing because I seem to have a lot of time to work in the studio. Snow days come along when I am not able to get out. 
As long as I do not turn on the news I think I can think about being creative. What a sad time it has been for so many. It seems silly to think about a wish list.

Friday, December 14, 2012

See Chihuly





Dale Chihuly at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts at Richmond, Virginia until February 2013 is a must see!
Glass is so now. I collect small pieces. It seems relevant to our time and space.
I see the glass in the chandeliers at a hotel in Atlantic City. It is nice that these art pieces are available to view on the East Coast. I saw them first when I lived on the West Coast. See the video above and then go the VMFA to view them with your own eyes. Amazing.
Have a great weekend! xoxox

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Sha Sha Higby









Sha Sha Higby's performance art is something you must see. Attending one of her shows is something I look forward to experiencing. It takes her 2 or so years to complete a costume.  Every detail is done with utmost technique masterfully done. The sets are simply created to magnify the ethereal feeling of the performance. Audience participation is encouraged with the use of some sort of small sound making device. I have been blessed with these experiences many times. Knowing her work and process fits well with the Process Pledge ideal. I enjoy the visual feast and I hope this clip of one of her shows will inspire you. If you ever have the opportunity this is a must see.




Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Embroidery IS What I am Talking About Here





Influence. . being open. . .acceptance: these are things I think about. Picasso is a great mentor if you are searching for someone to make sense of the struggle of being true to yourself. From him I receive encouragement to go with the flow.
If you live on a mountaintop, isolated from all you have ever known, all of the support systems you cultivated over the years, the question is. . .where is there nourishment for your soul? The art spirit that lives inside one, somewhere,  needs sustenance. Yes, the reasons for choosing to live this way are valid and worthy. You know this intellectually. The layers added on top of the previous existence are worth everything, to me. The people I know now are lovely. The children I work with teach me more than I teach them. The natural beauty surrounding here is breathtaking and full of wonder. Nourishment is here and now.
I am thinking about what is real. What is illusion. I worry that I will not need a physical body if I live to be 400 years old.
I attended a local art show a while back. It is not what I am normally viewing at major galleries and museums around the world. It is local What happened to local?
I saw something in this that set me on a new path. I find this interesting. The influence of seeing one piece in the show sparked something inside that carries me forward, today.
Years ago, I was in a show of narrative pieces by three women, a painter, a photographer, and myself as the sculptural person. We all tell stories. I worked in porcelain and fiber rescued at flea markets, I will call that my cocoon period because the figures I created were cocoons with objects wrapped inside that no one will ever see. The faces were of porcelain clay sculpted by hand. I always had the feeling that I was meeting someone new when the face appeared. The wrappings were of antique or vintage lace and linen. I would embellish with beaded work and embroidery. I smile inside when I think that these pieces are all over the place and wonder if they like their homes?

Embroidery is what I am really talking about here. That show that I saw recently sent me looking for techniques to add to my bag of tricks, using a machine as a paintbrush. Thread painting is what I call this method of madness.  It is something to use my machines this way. My computer and the painting and graphics programs I use and the camera and other techie tools allow me the opportunity to play and make decisions about the images I feel would be worth the time and effort involved in doing a thread painting.
I am writing this off of the top of my head (interesting phrase if you stop to think about it) :) therefore
improvisation is crude, at least in this. The good part is that I am sharing my random thoughts with all of the art spirits out here in our virtual community. That is a good thing for me to do, a bit like yodeling across the alps, what you send out. . . your hear back,  but it is only your own voice.
In this is where the problem lives. or not.

So anyway, embroidery, thread painting, beading, seems to be my thing right now, along with knitting but that is a practical thing, you know, clothing to wear.

I hope all of you are well and working.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Laurie Anderson - Flow & Lolabell




You already know how I love to tell stories. . .

This is one of the best from Laurie Anderson.

I had a Jack Russell Terrier, She died last year.

Her name was Jill.  She would understand this story, perfectly.

Friday, December 7, 2012

God Jul!


God Jul !


For all of my friends I wish the happiest of Holidays for you.

May you be blessed in all that you are.

Love,

Bobbie


Monday, September 3, 2012

Just an EGG in someones else's nest

There are so many things that I notice when I drive through the country side and so many things I say without knowing the true meaning of what I say. I have contemplated being silent.
How do you shut it off?
I think about how much I like to see large black and white polka dots; not really polka dots but dotted areas of color, as in, a dairy cow, or a herd of geese. Or is that a gaggle? I notice that all of the cows are pointing in the very same direction. I try to use common sense to answer the questions which come from my overly sensitive vision. If I must, I Google for the answers. Once in a while, it is more interesting to contemplate many reasons why this may be so or that may be so. . .Fodder for yet another story, perhaps? Maybe, my answer is more interesting even if not true. Maybe, just entertaining?
Well, I talked to my little sis today and my new French Pantaloons came up in our conversation which sparked one of the curious moments that stop me cold. She asked if I really I planned to wear these out in public, I said of course, I will. I think they are wonderful. I might photograph them on myself and put that onto my blog, first, Droopy Drawers and all.

Droopy Drawers: these are the words. . .How many times have you said or thought that? Just what did you mean when you said or thought that? I always think of a baby in diapers. . .full diapers. But, what if the saying comes from an earlier time when pantaloons were the favored wear? They are made so that there is a lot of room in the back to drop them. This whole topic is making me laugh.

This is a story of a little part of the day in my life.

Do you know about cowbird?

Johnathan Harris: Cowbird This is a great thing to do.

What about your day?

xoxoxo


Sunday, September 2, 2012

CowBird Sweetheart

I have related a story before about how I would tap dance and sing at 6:00 A.M. "I want to be a cowboys sweetheart." This I told you was when I was about 4 years old.

Well, I am singing a new song and doing a new dance. . .

I want to be a cowbird's sweetheart. Or maybe, I want to be just me, be nobody's sweetheart. Just be the cowbird?

Do you know what I am talking about?

Dusty Trails to you,
until we meet again,

Bobbie

Saturday, September 1, 2012

French Couture Vintage





Couture
Isn't that such a pretty word?



Yesterday I spent the day on a quest, a quest to find something
worth keeping, not just another thing, while I tromped up and down
the hills and valleys of Hillsville, Virginia, in sweltering heat all by myself,
at the yearly flea-market that is held on Labor Day Weekend.
A million people were doing the same thing. Well, I am sure they
were on some kind of quest, not necessarily like mine.


I found a wonderful pair of French pantaloons. One of the buttons is worn away
to the point it is noticeable. But that is OK


These are truly beautiful in the way they are styled and stitched;
to perfection.


Even though they ARE darned in a few places with matching linen thread
I will wear these, not as an undergarment but over a ballet leotard along
with a nice camisole top of black knitted fabric with some sort of
great jewelry.




There are even two monogrammed letters which are perfectly
executed,


There are two side plackets which button. The stitching is so perfect.


French seams the way they should be done.


Darts to make them fit about the waist without bulk in the front.


They tie in the back and the seat drops down I suppose as they
were intended.


Beautiful embroidery cutwork going down both sides of the legs which is also
executed with great perfection.


The seams are sewn by machine, which is probably a singer.
I read somewhere recently that the singer sewing machine
was the very most important invention to change the world.
It made it possible for cloth to be sewn into garments so quickly
that it is known as one of the great liberators of human beings.
I also think about the sweatshops where children worked sewing.
Everything has two sides.


These photographs are from  my cell phone, so they are what they are.


A vintage wooden spool of thread that is a mauve color which (the dye
stuff) is derived from Coal.

It was a wonderful day where I saw many interesting things and people.
Have a wonderful LABOR DAY!
Wish you were here!
XOXO

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Some Solace With Summer Ending Soon


They say
it is cards
they play
origami
birds
fly

away

at 

sunset

spray

the sea

it comes
at 
thee
this
memory


Of what
you
do
or
don't.

Textures from Kim Klaussen
layers on layers
of photographs.

I have an old, very old
rubber stamp of someone
folding the Crane
I play with this image all the time.
The photograph above of the doll is one in my collection
Her dress is silk and it is shattering.

Hope you have a very nice Wednesday 


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