Saturday, February 6, 2010
I think I lost it
Let me know if you come across it
Let me know if I let it fall
Along a back road somewhere
Money can’t replace it
No memory can erase it
And I know I’m never gonna find
Another one to compare
Lucinda Williams~
I realized that I’ve lost just about every thing I’ve ever made and kept. Things I created as early as last week are gone. The photos I shared recently? The art in them is gone into the abyss.
The making is the thing, isn’t it? It’s not the keeping or the holding. It’s the making. I think I will start giving away the things I make almost as soon as they are made.
It seems the only way I will ever know where they are.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
When I fell in love with my husband, I realized that I had never been in love before. I thought I had, but he was truly my first love. I think that’s just something you just know.
The first time I put wings on wood, I fell in love with my form of construction. I think I strayed from it for a while, learning new techniques and finding out how the minds of other artists ticked. I tried figure drawing and found that it wasn’t my thing. I tried free form sculptures, wireworking, working in larger scale and again, it wasn’t for me. Today, I went back to my first love; working very small, working with wings and paint, mica, and wood, paper, and found things and it was like coming home again.
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I started making paper wings today for some fairy dolls i have in mind. The wings are taking shape on thin copper wire armatures. Right now, I’m using tracing paper, but hopefully, in the next few days I’ll find my pasta machine and be able to roll out some thin sheets of porcelain clay to form the wings around. I have envisioned a few dolls and all of them are both winged and grounded. The one in my head now, came to mind when I noticed that the narcissus in the window was blooming.
Yesterday, I got sucked into reading about reborning and I think that sort of lit a little doll fire in my heart. I’ve never been interested in dolls and I usually find them kind of creepy to be honest, but the reborners are so passionate and talented that I found myself looking at it from a different perspective. While I don’t have an interest in reborning babies, I do have a new desire to build and construct dolls on discarded forms.
We’ll see. For now, it’s beautiful out, the sun is high and I am happy.
I hope you are, too.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I had a falling out with a friend. I really don’t know how it all started, but I do know how it ended; with us on separate sides of a door that neither of us knows how to reopen and possibly wondering if the door is best left closed.
But the loss is something that has catapulted me back to a place I haven’t been in quite some time. In solitude, I create. From solitude I draw my best inspiration. I started making art as an outlet for the feelings I had no other way of sharing. Friendships fill in that space, but in the absence of good friends, I have to seek release through art again. In just a few hours since the failure of my dearest friendship outside of the one I have with my husband, I’ve begun to feel the tickle and needle pricks of inspiration trickling back and I want to make art again.
Recently, I’ve been crafting, but not really making any art. I’m working on a yo-yo quilt made from some of the sweetest fabrics. It’s a nesting project. Husband says it is anyway. I’m still planning this pregnancy for 2012 and since it’s so far out, I’m keeping my sanity by creating sweet little long term projects that will wrap up around that time and leave me with a gorgeous layette. Anyway, the quilt.
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