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