What Occurs

Bending Over Backwards
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My really good friend Joyce Bishop is the hostess I talked about yesterday. We have such a wonderful time trying to solve the problems of our little historic town. She is one person among us who does so much even when she does not feel well. I am thankful for my pleasure. I can not forget her prayer for grace. I learned this as a little child: "God is Great, God is Good, Let us thank Him, for our food." How great was that?

My family loves to watch Blue Bloods. The best part for me is when they gather every single Sunday after the return from Mass. They all have problems like we all do. Almost every type of character is relate-able to each of us. The respect and honor they show one another is inspirational. I contemplate our world today. Kindness and the golden rule would be something to make a difference with practice.

Danger consumes our thoughts, if we let it. 

Joyce does Yoga almost every single day. I walk on my treadmill and listen to yet another TED talk or some such thing. I face the window to see nature even if it is snowy or raining. I watch the birds my honey always feeds. It is sharable the little things which I consider important.  

I am most thankful to have my eyesight.

I try to create something that did not exist before. I love math. I see the rules in every tree, in every flower, and in the stars in the middle of night. When I see the moon it is no longer a huge glaring light. It has form according to it's cycle around our little blue planet.

I think nature designed the perfect package when it came up with an egg. How amazing is that?

Origami was my ticket to understanding many interesting topics. Have you read any books by Sherry Turkle? She informs me with her words. I read her book "Alone Together," last year. She talks about living in our digital world. Robert Lang informs my origami mind. I read "Brain Pickings," on Sundays. It is way better than a newspaper. Just thought you might like to know. . .a few clues.

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Breakfast with friends at a sweet National Register House where I live is the best way to start a day being cold  and weary. My spirit is alive in this beautiful place where nature and the tenderness of loving people who call me Honey or Sweetheart fill my core of being to the brim with gratefulness and humility.
We spoke of how all steeples point up, in these complicated times.
I realeyes the wonder of staying put to deal with the consequences of whatever I say or might do is a blessing.
As a group, we can do anything.
Two friends walk early almost every morning with trash-bags in hand to bend over and over to rid our place of things people toss along the road.
DNA or fingerprints can tell us exactly who does this. Cigarette butts and beer bottles have evidence.
If everyone would care enough to take it upon themselves to make a positive difference,
we would not need our government to do anything for us.
I daydream of far away places and times then wake up to reality.
My basket is so full of many many eggs.
Today I am grateful there are no earthquakes or volcano eruptions, no floods, no snow, or icy roads here.
A good day to you.

Me up?

Being a girl scout, once upon a time, I learned to be invisible. Well, actually this is why I discovered a way to float as a pair of eye balls. It is like being a fly on the wall but much better 

leave no trace behind. 

Bobbie Casey 2017 All rights reserved

The ladder is tossed over the basket, I see it, do you?  Buckminster Fuller wrote about the "Spaceship Earth," We think erroneously, I believe, that we are on a free ride through space going around and around our sun.

This life is but one

and then 

you

die

Right here

Right now

is all I know

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eggsistential

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WHAT IS IN THE CLOUDS?

On Being a Skywriter

Two books mean so much to my artistic nature: "Museum Without Walls," by Andre Malraux, and Marshall McLuhan's,  "The Gutenberg Galaxy."

The magazine I favor most is, "Wired."

I laugh to think what Leonardo would do, today?

I read real books,  have way too many to store, and I read many books on my Kindle or I Pad. The rest of my time I am either out looking for things worth seeing or drawing or painting or doing digital.

Oh yes, I write stupid stories and print them out, cut them into strips in my pasta machine, arrange the strips to please me, photograph them, change things, layer things, etc.

I most enjoy Mark Strand's poetry, Leonard Cohen's music (what a genius he was), Yoko Ono and Laurie Anderson are my favorite women.

I wish I lived in Africa when an air plane was a new thing. Being a skywriter would be the only job I would ever have.

I love why Mark Strand used the form of poetry prose, because he was unsure. Or prose/poetry?

I am very sure that I am unsure of many ideas.

Fragile Thought

Egg/Gravity  copyright 2017

Bobbie  Casey 

Exactly- this is the state of mind I find myself to consider the energy of affairs floating around on/in clouds. Consider the egg. It contains possible life. It contains sustenance, perhaps, for something else. It is fragile. It can be easily broken. I know this is true because I invest a lot of time walking on egg shells.

Consider this particular egg, the entire world of vegetation seems to grow outside-on-it's- shell. It is caught in a cascade of water rolling down a mountainside. Maybe. 

So much energy from the water, from gravity, from my imagination, it could be something good or not.

January 14, 2017 Seriously

That was then. This is now. Begin.

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

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

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

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

In Simple Things

Made by hands

Across

The Miles

Thinking of All of You!

XOXOXOX

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!

Some Things In Common

 

 

Where Am I Am

I see this.

Christmas

is

almost.

Between

is

where 

I

AM.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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