Today we still yearn to know why we are here and where we came from. Humanity’s deepest desire for knowledge is justification enough for our continuing quest. And our goal is nothing less than a complete description of the universe we live in.
The son of Polish Jews and Holocaust survivors, Daniel Libeskind has dedicated much of his illustrious career to commemorating his heritage through visually dynamic buildings, often with a striking angularity that seems to defy gravity.
Libeskind began his career as an architectural theorist and professor, holding positions at various institutions around the world.
His practical architectural career began in Milan in the late 1980s, where he submitted to architectural competitions and also founded and directed Architecture Intermediate, Institute for Architecture & Urban-ism.
He founded his firm, Studio Libeskind, in 1989 with his wife, Nina, as the principal architect, and achieved international fame with his addition to the Jewish Museum Berlin, which opened to the public in 2001.
His work is often described as Deconstructivist, a style of postmodern architecture characterized by fragmentation and distortion.
Yet Libeskind aims to create architecture that is resonant, unique and sustainable.
“To create a space that never existed is what interests me; to create something that has never been, a space that we have never entered except in our minds and our spirits,” Libeskind has said.
“I think that’s really what architecture is based on. Architecture is not based on concrete and steel and the elements of the soil. It’s based on wonder.
“And that wonder is really what has created the greatest cities, the greatest spaces that we have had. And I think that is indeed what architecture is. It is a story.”
More of Daniel Libeskind‘s work can be found at https://libeskind.com.
Once a quarter I make an art quilt for an online group, The Endeavourers. This time the theme was “Opposites Attract.” I had a very hard time coming up with anything, but finally I remembered the fun of having “Opposite Day” when my kids were little — eating dinner for breakfast (starting with dessert), wearing […]
I’m catching up on the inventory I need for my first craft fair ever.
I have no idea how much inventory I need for my first craft fair ever.
I have no idea why I have to purchase insurance for six hours of sitting in the hot sun under a canopy smiling, chatting, sharing, and shaking from nerves.
Needless to say, I’m a nervous wreck. And I’ve still got four weeks to go.
How do you deal with a persistent case of nerves?
I imagine everyone goes through the same anxiety highs and lows before any event: giving a speech or presentation at the office; reading your latest writing out loud to fellow writers; teaching a class; preparing for an intense discussion with someone. There’s all sorts of things in our lives that make our stress needle go off the charts.
I’m so afraid I’ll forget something. Not do something. Say the wrong thing. I’m afraid that an Angel Tear will fall apart in someone’s hand.
I’m interested to hear your scare stories. How they developed, how you dealt with them. How you (hopefully) lived happily ever after despite the breakdown you created for yourself.
I believe that none of us would truly take on a project if we didn’t think we could handle it. Speaking in front of others, teaching someone something, writing something for work or school — there are a million things we do every day that leave room for judgment and performance.
We all make it through our experiences. With a bit of luck, and talent and a positive attitude, we have fun along the way, too.
There’s only one way to go — forward. Might as go that way smiling …
Pablo Ruiz Picasso (1881 – 1973) was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, and theatre designer who spent most of his adult life in France.
Regarded as one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, he is known for co-founding the Cubist movement, the invention of constructed sculpture, the co-invention of collage, and for the wide variety of styles that he helped develop and explore.
Picasso demonstrated extraordinary artistic talent in his early years, painting in a naturalistic manner through his childhood and adolescence.
During the first decade of the 20th century, his style changed as he experimented with different theories, techniques, and ideas.
After 1906, the Fauvist work of the slightly older artist Henri Matisse motivated Picasso to explore more radical styles, beginning a fruitful rivalry between the two artists, who subsequently were often paired by critics as the leaders of modern art.
Much of Picasso’s work of the late 1910s and early 1920s is in a neoclassical style, and his work in the mid-1920s often has characteristics of Surrealism.
His later work often combines elements of his earlier styles.
Exceptionally prolific throughout the course of his long life, Picasso achieved universal renown and immense fortune for his revolutionary artistic accomplishments, and became one of the best-known figures in 20th-century art.
In ancient crystal glass I see
Reflections of how it used to be
The finest wines in heaven poured
In vessels fit for any Lord
Finely crafted of wood and glass
A stem created from materials past
To hold God’s work in one’s small hand
Is to drink His brew throughout the land
So fill your glass with revelry bought
Whether water or wine it matters naught
Drink to love both present and past
And friendships made that ever last
©2015 Claudia Anderson
Gray fog, rains of ash
Culmination of pressure
Earth shows dominion
In one of my endless wandering stages (this time looking for a picture for my feature Faerie Paths) I came across this post from a 2010 blog Being Alive called “Only If …”
Quite interesting. Quite revealing. Quite fun. Not as easy as I thought it would be. I wonder what your answers would be?
I wonder if you would change your mind once you thought about it?
If I were a day, I would be … Saturday. Every day.
If I were a month, I would be … May or October? Spring or Fall? I’ll take May. Eternal birth.
If I were a time of the day, I would be … If I could wake up naturally, 5:30 a.m. The world comes alive about that time. I also love 1 a.m. The world is still then. Pick one. 5:30 a.m.
If I were a season I would be … Fall. Which is totally opposite of which month I would be. Go figure.
If I were an animal I would be … a lot harder. Eagle, so I could soar high above the world.
If I were a bird I would be a … Wait! I just answered that!
If I were a piece of furniture I would be … a TV tray. Mobile, invited to every party, always holding food, can even watch TV now and then.
If I were a liquid I would be … I should say water, as it is the basis for life. But I’d rather be a Cookie Crumble Frappé. Sweet and strong and dancing with a bit of whipped cream on top.
If I were a tree I would be … the obvious choice is Oak. Strong, long living, solid base and big arms. But you know me — I opt for a Weeping Japanese Maple Tree — delicately cut leaves, colorful, dramatically weeping — the whole shebang.
If I were a tool I would be … a tool like a hammer? Or a creative tool, like a paint brush? Clarify, please …
If I were a flower I would be … a Double Delight rose. The most beautiful bicolored rose in the world, its large creamy blossoms are edged with striking red. It is also renowned for its intense spicy fragrance. That’s me.
If I were an element I would be … I had to go to the periodic table for this one. An element can be a distinct part of a composite device; any of the fundamental substances that consist of atoms of only one kind and that singly or in combination constitute all matter; or any of the four substances air, water, fire, and earth formerly believed to compose the physical universe. Maybe they just meant earth, water, fire, and air. I’ll say water (an answer I passed on above), as it is the basis for life.
If I were a gemstone I would be … no thought. Diamond. Ultra sparkle, ultra hard. Can be part of saws and drills, rings and necklaces, and record needles. Just think — I could be pressed hard against the Beatles album Meet the Beatles!
If I were a musical instrument I would be … a piano. I love the music that comes from such a beautiful instrument. Plus I’d be big and strong and it would take a lot to push me around.
If I were a color I would be … Royal Blue. My favorite. A close second is purple, but we’re only talking one choice here.
If I were a sound I would be … a baby’s giggle. What could be closer to heaven?
If I were a Scent I would be … I thought about bleach, as it is a purifier and sanitizer, keeping the world around me clean and fresh. But I think I’ll go with lavender. My favorite.
If I were a Song I would be … another almost impossible one. Something sappy like “A Wonderful World”? My favorite rock n roll song, “Kick Start My Heart”? A wonderful classical delight like the “1812 Overture”? Ack! Music is too personal subject. Pass to the next question.
If I were a Body Part I would be … forget this one. I AM my body, every chubby piece.
If I were a place … Is this a specific country? A view? The place I met my husband? The place I took my kids and grandkids? Another Ack — I’d like to be the shoreline of a hidden lake in the woods. With a flower garden not far from sight. And a fountain. And some windchimes. And a good book. And a pillow. And And And …
If i were an emotion I would be … Easy Peasy. Which emotion would you want to be?
See? I can’t even play the “If I Were …” game right! Oh well — how about you? Pick one or several — tell me what YOU would be if you were … I’d LOVE to hear your answers!
Olaf Carl Wieghorst (1899-1988) was born in Viborg, Denmark, and is known for his Western genre, Indian, cowboy, and horse paintings.
During his career, Wieghorst learned to master oil painting and watercolor painting, as well as numerous other art mediums.
After three years of service with the Fifth Cavalry along the Mexican border, Wieghorst was mustered out of the military in 1922, and pursued the life of a cowboy, during which he wandered extensively throughout the Southwest, sketching whenever he could.
In 1924, Wieghorst joined the New York City Police Department where he became a Mounted Police Officer with the Department.
Due to his knowledge of horses, he was quickly sent to the Remount Section of the Mounted Unit where he broke and trained horses for the Unit.
Olaf’s drawing and etchings have been displayed at the Madison Square Garden Rodeo and in the Rodeo’s Official Magazine.
From 1938 to 1953, Olaf’s art was also featured on the covers of a Rodeo magazine published in Tucson Arizona titled “Hoofs and Horns.”
After retiring and moving to El Cajon Olaf settled down to paint, steadily gaining recognition for his classic cowboy and Indian subjects and became a master painter of the western scene.
Wherever he went, he sketched and painted the Western culture he loved.
Olaf was honored at the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City on November 15, 1974 for his contribution to Western Art.
More of Olaf Wieghorst‘s remarkable Western Art can be found at https://www.wieghorst.com.
Leslie Cobb has shared her life with cats since she was a child and cannot imagine living without them.
Cobb tries to capture their unique qualities in her art.She uses acrylic paint because it washes easily out of cat fur when some of her models choose to take a more active role in the artistic process.Cobb is mostly self-taught; her formal training limited to high school art classes and a couple of drawing courses at a community college.She began painting in 1998 after the death of her one-eyed cat, Esmeralda.The two had been together for 19 years; Cobb’s early paintings were an effort to honor her memory and cope with her grief.Cobb’s work has been displayed at art galleries, craft fairs and cat shows.She is also the illustrator of “Good St. Dominic’s Cat,” a children’s book by Ed Noonan, and her art appears on the covers of the Crazy Cat Lady mystery series of books by Mollie Hunt.
More of Leslie Cobb’s wonderful cat paintings can be found at http://www.lesliecobb.com/.
This blog is dedicated to my close friend Robin who lost both of her parents a little over a year ago.
Last night I had a dream.
I had spent the day with my mom at her house. I don’t know exactly what we were doing — cleaning, my guess. And talking.
I was in the living room watching TV, and I yelled into the kitchen, “Where’s dad? I haven’t seen him all day.”
“He was sleeping in there — you must have missed him,” she replied. Then a deeper voice answered. “I’m right here.”
So I went into the softly lit kitchen and there they were, my mom and dad, sitting at a small kitchen table. There were wood scraps on the table; my dad was a carpenter all his life, and was always working on something.
I remember coming and kneeling next to him. Something didn’t feel quite right. Like neither one of them was supposed to be there.
I had a thought in the back of my mind.
“What’s it like over there?” I asked.
My dad smiled and nodded but said nothing. So I continued.
“Is it beautiful? Eternal? Spiritual?”
“Yes it is,” he said, smiling.
I lost my mother 49 years ago, my dad 15. Yet I still dream of both of them.
I don’t care what psychologists and scientists and textbooks say about the origin of dreams. It’s the one world man really doesn’t fully understand.
And I believe dreams are a portal. A connection.
Our only connection.
Dreams hold our fears and experiences, along with our passions and imaginations. Those points in our life never leave us. And even if you say you don’t dream, you do. You just don’t remember them. They are a way to remind us who we are. How we got here.
Dreams are our connection to those who have gone before us, proof that all is well.
In this world and the next.
Freakebana is a new “ugly-cool” way of arranging flowers, coined by Stella Bugbee, Editor In Chief for The Cut.Inspired by magazine covers, Instagram posts and arrangements encountered while out and about, Bugbee wanted to identify the new style she was experiencing, so she coined it Freakebana.Much like the traditions of Ikebana, Freakebana focuses similarly on the lines, shapes and colors of the elements used in the arrangement, but there’s a different take on the style, as incorporated amongst the flowers are an array of unusual add-ins.
The flowers are enchanting, but the look is definitely … different.There are all sorts of items artfully placed in the arrangement, such as stems and roots, along with vegetables, plastic forks, cans of Spam, and tin cans.Designers use these everyday objects like they would any other media, creating impressive structures that command viewers to see the beauty in their strangeness.This style elevates things often overlooked, emphasizing their potential to become, or contribute to, works of art.
This post is a great example of how Creativity helps heal the mind, the body, and the spirit.
LIFE DOES NOT STOP DURING THESE STRANGE TIMES
Though the perspective is surely changing. With the world shifting each day, I am able to see more clearly those things which are truly important to living the life I want.
I am taking this time to reflect on the kind of life best lived for me (don’t worry, pottery is of course in there) and personally, helping with healing is part of that best-lived-life.
I was contemplating how I might integrate my own healing into my artistic process and how I might involve and possibly help others with their healing. After contemplating this for sometime, I came up with the concept for ‘The Healing Vase’.
I WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND AN INVITATION TO YOU
I found some “ambient” music on YouTube a few weeks ago — background music, really. (You should really check it out … instrumental music for all tastes). Great for crafting or reading. I came across this one long track, Relaxing Fairy Music – Dark Fae/Soothing, Sleep, Peaceful. It’s kind of slow and mysterious, nebulous and a touch enchanting.
It makes me want to role play a dark faerie again.
As I talked about in a blog from 2012, What Is Role Playing and Can I Do It By Myself,
Through the initial excitement of wandering through Internet worlds, I stumbled upon chat rooms where people typed to each other as if they were face-to-face. Interesting. I didn’t have to fess up that I was a 40-ish year old housewife/innkeeper … all I needed to do was make up a name and race and I belonged. Can you imagine the doors that opened for a writing goddess like me? Role-playing was like a video game with instant feedback. I could write my own dialogue, fight with swordsmen, disappear or have flames shoot from my fingertips, all with a sentence or two.
For those of us on every level of creativity (and I know that’s almost all of you!) there is something exciting of creating something with its own charms and purpose.
That’s the biggest reward of writing. But I digress.
I was a dark faerie named Dream Regret — half human, half fae. I was beautiful and clever and sexy. I could flirt as well as discuss strategy, chat with unicorns and trolls, or learn to hold a sword or javelin. I could get into philosophical discussions about the cosmos or the maturation of the Fae race or how to metamorphose into a dragon for a few hours.
It was all nonsense and it was all escapism.
The really good players fed you dialogue as well as you could dish it out. Enemies fought with swords and laser beams. They lied, cheated, and proclaimed their love.
I miss being that clever. That alluring. That magical.
There’s something about reality that sometimes takes the shine off of your crystal dome. Nothing could be as intricate as what is in your head. Nothing as full of unlimited possibilities.
Nothing can be as complicated — or as simple.
The older I get, the more I crave simplicity. Simplicity in real life, complexity in creativity. I love the challenge of a hard-to-design pattern, a harmonious color scheme, or a biting slice of dialogue while in the Creative mode. But I also like to be able to drop the pattern and the color scheme and dialogue when I’m done for the day.
I don’t like to deal with the complexities reality often brings along with it. Those challenges don’t fade with the sunset.
The days of creative chat rooms are over. I’ve put away my wings and my long dark blue hair and headed down a different street, searching for creative people and minds and hobbies.
But I’ll always have a bit of Dream Regret in me.
I’ll never let her fire go out.
Albrecht Dürer (1471 –1528) was a German painter, printmaker, and theorist of the German Renaissance.
He was a brilliant painter, draftsman, and writer, though his first and probably greatest artistic impact was in the medium of printmaking.
Born in Nuremberg, Dürer established his reputation and influence across Europe in his twenties due to his high-quality woodcut prints.
He was in contact with the major Italian artists of his time, including Raphael and Leonardo da Vinci, and from 1512 was patronized by Emperor Maximilian I.
He believed that geometry was essential for producing harmonic artworks, and thus that it should be taught to all young artists, alongside other mathematical rigors.
Despite his decidedly Renaissance interest in Humanism and mathematics, Dürer continued to produce extremely detailed studies of the natural world, particularly animals, be they newly discovered in Europe (such as the mythical rhinoceros and lion) or common native creatures (such as the hare, owl, or cat).
Dürer was well aware of his own artistic genius, which equally tortured and enlivened him.
He painted a number of empowering self-portraits, and would often appear as a character in his painted commissions.
More of Albrecht Dürer‘s art can be found at http://www.albrechtdurer.org.
Amber Cowan is an artist and educator living in Philadelphia.She is a faculty member of the glass department of Tyler School of Art, where she received her MFA in 2011 in Glass/Ceramics.Cowan’s sculptural glasswork is based around the use of recycled, upcycled, and second-life American pressed glass.She uses the process of flameworking, hot-sculpting and glassblowing to create large-scale sculptures that overwhelm the viewer with ornate abstraction and viral accrual.
With an instinctive nature towards horror vacui (filling of the entire surface of a space or an artwork with detail), her pieces reference memory, domesticity and the loss of an industry through the re-use of common items from the aesthetic dustbin of American design.The primary material used for her work is glass cullet sourced from scrap yards supplied by now defunct pressed glass factories as well as flea-markets, antique-stores and donations of broken antiques from households across the country.Cowan uses these found pieces to create remarkable one-of-a-kind objects that reference the rise and fall of US glassware manufacturing, while simultaneously offering a new narrative.More of Amber Cohen‘s amazing glasswork can be found at https://ambercowan.com/.
To know you’re alive by feeling the blood flow through the vein, To dance in the rain, To help irrespective of loss or gain, To smile through the pain Life is indeed about the little things. Magical rains🌧️🥰 To have little, yet be happy to share, To sing without a care, To have sand at […]Little things 💐🌧️☘️🍰🏖️💗 — Heartfelt
Back on Oct 10, 2019 I posted a blog about 6 Ways To Bring Readers To Your Blog/Site/Life.
How did those work for you? Smashing, I hope.
Well, I have found six other topics that may amuse you and bring you more fame and (possible) fortune.
Lists of Anything.
These are the sucker’s ways of seeing where their favorites fit into your favorites. Topics include Top Places to Vacation, Best Restaurants in Your Neighborhood, or Must-Haves to Start Your Paint Supply Cabinet. Be sure to throw a few numbers in front of your titles — just not too many as to discourage new learners.
Who doesn’t love free? Especially when it doesn’t cost anything? Unless you have a big marketing budget, you won’t be able to handle the costs of mailing freebees to your followers. But hey! This is the Internet! Surely you can send them links to remarkable places and works of art and virtual tours of neat places and YouTube videos that emphasize the point you’re trying to make.
Who doesn’t like an opening line that makes you smile? Not everyone is always in a good mood in life, and what better way to get readers addicted than to show a funny face, tell a funny joke, or show a picture that goes along with your humorous antidotes. After all, isn’t there always something funny going on?
Who now days doesn’t look fondly back on rotary phones, penny candy, pet rocks, and bell bottom jeans? A majority of your readers are past 30. Past 40. Shall I go on? Bring/write/show items and ideas from the past into the modern arena. We all love to feel that little tickle/tingle of nostalgia from our childhood. Especially penny candy and the Beatles.
Everybody could learn to do something better — cooking, writing, sky diving. But most of us want the easy way to the other side. You can provide that. Talk about what you’re good at. Or what someone else is good at. Surely there is plenty of knowledge inside of you (or someone you know) that you can share with the world. Do you know how to can tomatoes or make a fairy garden or write a poem? Share that knowledge. Show us know how to do it!
Feel Good Stories
Needless to say, most of the time we have fairly simple things to share. That a-ha moment. The finished task. The cosmic question. Stories and questions that, in the end, make you feel good. Even if there is no answer, you want your reader to feel that all will be okay in the end. A successful blog starts with writing from the heart. Be enthusiastic, be honest, believe in what you’re writing. You are you, and that’s what your readers want. Not a pretend version.
Well, friends, I hope you find inspiration from my so-called ideas on how to bring readers to your blog. Even if you don’t get one extra reader from all this falderal, know I enjoyed writing it almost as much as you snickered reading it.
Onward, Upward, Forward, and in my case, Loopidy Loopward!
I need to take a breath!
I’ve been catching up on my Reader reading these past few days, and have I found some interesting, spectacular, enjoyable art of all kinds from my artistic friends! I mean, WOW!
I can’t decide if I want to highlight all of them in one blog, do one blog a day for five days, one blog a week, give them full spread value, mix them up between my wit and wanton words …
I cannot believe I am so fascinated with the world of ART. I mean — it’s only a way to pass the time, isn’t it? It’s only using a pair of scissors to cut out a design. A bit of glue and fabric on a piece of paper. A few brush strokes on a piece of canvas.
Of course, if you believe that, our relationship is tainted.
When one practices what they love over and over again, miracles happen. Little miracles, big miracles. Half miracles. Because it’s the soul, the ether, the cosmic power of life and beyond coming through.
Whew! Big words! Big emotions! Big exclamation points!
I think I’ll showcase them — and others — a couple of times a week. There are sooooooo many people whose work I enjoy, and I’m always making new friends out there, too, whose work is ever inspiring. Just last week I highlighted Carsten Wieland and his creative painting videos — just sitting and watching him create is amazing.
I should make up a week about celebrating artists. But I’d be celebrating 52 weeks a year. And I already do that!
Keep on being inspired! Keep on Creating!
Dino Rosin was born in Venice, Italy on May 30, 1948.
At the age of twelve, he left school and began work as an apprentice at the Barovier and Toso glassworks where he remained until he joined his brothers, Loredano and Mirko, at their factory, Artvet, in 1963.
Rosin continued at Artvet until 1975 when he moved to Loredano’s newly established studio as his assistant. There he collaborated with his brother for almost 20 years.
In 1988, Dino Rosin was invited to Pilchuck Glass School in the state of Washington to teach solid freehand glass sculpture with Loredano and the American glass artist, William Morris.
In 1992,. Dino assumed the role of “maestro” and began single-handedly to produce his brother’s old designs and ultimately his own.,
His skillful use of Calcedonia glass (glass made with silver and other elements developed in Murano during the mid fifteenth century) is unique and makes his pieces recognizable and highly collectible.
Dino rediscovered the formula for this unique, striated glass and has continued to improve the coloration.
Each piece is different; the exact flow of lines and color of calcedonia cannot be duplicated.
More of Dino Rosin‘s beautiful glasswork can be found at https://www.paragonfineart.com/artists/dino-rosin.html and https://www.rosinartestudio.com/en/.
No matter what we’re doing, what we’re feeling, it always stands behind the curtain, waiting to catch us off guard.
It’s not always sadness waiting around the corner; it can also be excitement, satisfaction, or a myriad of other positive vibes.
But no matter what “vibe” life throws at us, dealing with it is another matter.
Yesterday my chocolate lab herniated a disc in her back. Who would have thought she could do that? She’s in perfect shape, loves running and swimming, and is of the run-run-run variety. Well, somewhere in all that running, she messed up one of her discs. A quick run to the vet got her medications and crate rest for four weeks.
One minute running and fetching and happy just to run around in the yard with us. The next, semi-paralyzed back legs, curled tail, whining, and pain. Lots of pain.
This can happen to people as well as our furry friends. And, as we get older, pulls and falls are much more in the scope of reality than ever before.
Life doesn’t care.
Life doesn’t care about your pain, your bad luck, your body falling apart. It doesn’t differentiate between cancer and car accidents, between colds and Covid.
There seems to be a payback for beautiful sunsets and primeval woods and flowing rivers and fields of bright flowers. It feels like there’s always a price to pay for love and companionship, for satisfaction and achievement.
Maybe “payback” is a bad choice of words. Life is not punishing you for being happy — it’s just letting you know to beware — there is always another side to the coin. A yin to the the yang and all that.
Life moves forward, whether you want it to or not. That moment of nirvana cannot last forever. Nor can the pain of inconsolable grief.
We have to let both flow through us, around us. Like the river constantly flowing around the boulder, we have to BE that river, ebbing and rushing and sometimes still as night, flowing around obstacles that are immovable.
I am hoping puppy will be better in due time. I am hoping you will be better in due time. Just take the good and bad, the ups and downs, feel them and then let them flow away.
Remember — there’s still a lot of life out there waiting to take a swing at you.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Japanese artist Aiko Tezuka was born in Tokyo, Japan.
She graduated with a Master’s Degree in Painting from Musashino Art University, Tokyo, and a Ph.D from the Art Research Department of Kyoto City University of Arts, Kyoto.
Now Berlin-based, Tezuka carefully unravels and re-weaves elaborate textiles to form new shapes and patterns.
In some works, the separated threads hang from the bottom edge of an intact textile in perfectly parallel lines; others feature threads course down in waterfall-like sheaths, reconnecting as they crash into the floor.
Tezuka closely studies the cultural and economic histories interwoven in different Eastern and Western textile traditions, examining the greater symbolism embedded in each decorative element.“My essential interest has been what makes up the surface of the object; through which processes was the surface produced; how could I peel off the surface; what things could I see behind the surface; and how could I embody these things behind the surface into my work,” Tezuka shares in an artist statement.
“Although we are completely surrounded by surfaces, we cannot physically enter things in even one millimeter under the surface. Every time we peel a surface, a new surface will appear immediately, like an infinite loop.“How does one perceive these infinite surfaces, or loosen the surfaces that seem to be firmly interwoven?”
More of Aiko Tezuka‘s amazing tapestry can be found at http://aikotezuka.com/.
If you find yourself with a free 9-11 minutes, I highly recommend watching Carsten’s videos, starting with this one. This is how a true artist works. He is amazing! And there are more at his website, https://brushparkwatercolors.wordpress.com/.
It is always a delight to watch someone in their element, isn’t it?
Celebrating the #worldwatercolormonth I am going to present a timelapse watercolor painting any day of July from my daily practice. All shown paintings are free improvisations in pure watercolor, done without any preparing sketches – just from the mind to the paper. Painting, music & video by Carsten Wieland, 2021 Using paints from Lukas Aquarell 1862 / @Lukasfarben #CarstenWieland #brushparkwatercolors #wielandfineart
Zur Feier des#worldwatercolormonthwerde ich jeden Tag im Juli ein Zeitraffer-Aquarell aus meiner täglichen Praxis präsentieren. Alle gezeigten Malereien sind freie Improvisationen in purem Aquarell – entstanden ohne vorbereitende Skizzen – einfach vom Kopf aufs Papier. Malerei, Musik und Video: Carsten Wieland, 2021 Ich verwende Farben von Lukas Aquarell 1862 / @Lukasfarben
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Whether we admit it or not, we are brought up to seek “approval” from our parents, our friends, our aunts and uncles and fellow churchgoers and those in our social circle.
As we get older, it’s not so much the strict sense of the word “approval” as it is more “kudos.” Words of praise. A slight nod of the head to show that what we are doing is appreciated.
Yet, bad relationships, bad choices, slipped steps and miscalculations lead us to think that kudos and praise and acknowledgement are for other people, not for us.
I am happy to say I am a survivor and purveyor of good news.
Appreciation is always appreciated.
It’s funny. The blogs and artists I hesitate to post are the ones everyone loves the most. The Angel Tears I make and wonder about others really like.
Every time I believe in myself and my work, something comes along to sow that seed of doubt. Then the world wobbles and I wonder what in the world I was thinking of. But then a kind word comes my way and I’m back up dancing on the clouds.
And it’s all because someone said something nice to me.
I mean, how hard is it to say someone, something, looks great? Smells great? That someone’s ideas kick butt? That someone looks good in purple? Or that their bright red tennies rock?
I am always trying to find something nice to say to both those I know and those I pass by. I’ve tried to do this most of my life, but more so now days. With Covid and unemployment and other downers everywhere you look, the world needs a little bit of appreciation.
Your compliment never goes unnoticed, although the degree of reaction varies from person to person.
So does your “Thank You,” your “Great Job”, and your “Awesome.”
So to all my readers, those who comment and those who peek in then pass by, thank you.
And so do your tennies.
Using the New York City subway system as the setting for his work, Matthew Grabelsky paints surreal portraits of people who are seemingly normal from the neck down, but who have had their heads replaced by animals, both wild and domesticated.Grabelsky graduated Cum Laude from Rice University in 2002 with a BA in Art and Art History, along with a BS in Astrophysics.Grabelsky’s paintings are inspired by the years he spent riding the subways in New York as a kid and by his early fascination with Greek mythology.Small details including zoo posters, stickers, T-shirts, and toys add humor to the art, while light reflecting off subway tiles and molded sets show the artist’s technical ability to paint hyperrealistic scenes.Grabelsky’s paintings are an exploration of human nature and of the way that animals represent various parts of the human subconscious.“The characters are symbolic of the kinds of thoughts that lie under the surface of people’s minds, and they reveal that the most extraordinary can exist in the most ordinary of everyday settings,” the artist has said.“This theme is communicated through the juxtaposition of these ostensibly irrational images with otherwise completely mundane scenes.
More of Matthew Grabelsky‘s delightful art can be found at https://www.grabelsky.com/.
I have been busy filling up my Sunday Evening Art Galleries with amazing art and artists. Filled with many more of the artists’ creations than here, the Galleries are great places to visit whenever you find yourself bored with regular Internet surfing.
Here are a few more artists to tempt you:
This is me trying to work on my computer.
This is me this morning trying to write a blog.
Needless to say, kitty is helping me.
She has pestered me for 10 minutes, after being pushed to the other side of the sofa three times, five times being pushed back and told “no”, and finally allowed to put a paw on my right arm. Which stealthily led to a full stretch across my body.
The tennacity of cats is amazing. They don’t stop. They don’t change tactics. They never give up.
And they always get their way.
Now, I know every cat is different, just like every child is different. Some are scardy cats, some are fat cats, some are bold and sassy cats. Many people don’t care for cats, preferring a loyal and somewhat more subdued dog (except for my two dogs, of course).
But my cat gets an idea in her head and doesn’t stop pushing it until she decides to end it. Then she ends abruptly, turns, and does something completely different.
She is demanding, especially when it comes dinner time. Sometimes she stands in the middle of the room and meows and meows for no (apparent) reason. She insists on sleeping by my head, both on the sofa and in the bed.
I do love the fact that cats are more independent than dogs. They nosh all day, rather than gulp their food down in one inhalation (like my dog). They genuinely show their affection, but only when they are in the mood. You come and try to cuddle when they’re busy doing something or taking a nap — forget it. It’s not your time, it’s their time.
She sometimes look into space, alert and curious, as if someone invisible is moving or talking to her. Then she blows off the experience as eh, just another “thing.” I think she sees things I can’t see, hears things I can’t hear. Maybe she is an interpreter. Or a medium. Maybe she is watching a gnat crawl on the wall or dog hair flying in the air.
Most probably she is just a cat.
I do love my kitty. She is loyal, quirky, and loveable. She will always be my friend for life.
I just wish she’s move her derrière so I could type.
Of course, you and I know they weren’t fireflies.
They were, of course, faeries.
This is the time of year they cross the bridge of time and float into our world to gather pollen from the night flowers and water from dawn’s dew drops. They fly around between the summer and autumnal equinox with their little buckets, gathering samples of the soil from deep in the woods and remnants of crops from the fields to take back home.
They stay just out of sight so humans can’t see them. Yes, they could take a chance on those who believe, but faeries don’t really take chances. Why bother with beings who just might swat them before thinking?
I love watching their random movements, their signals to each other as they play through twilight into the darkest of night. I can’t quite decipher their language, but sometimes it’s as if I hear their whispers and laughter in the distance; as if I can sense their pure joy of life.
Oh, I’ve heard all sorts of things about faeries/fairies/fae. They love sparkly things, wildflowers and plants, and music. They love honey cake, milk, nectar, and sweet butter. Fairies have an aversion to iron, and are quick to do you a favor, yet even quicker to demand payment for it.
I’ve never heard of anyone EVER seeing a faerie. Ever. They are myth, they are made up, they are born from our imagination and desire to create something fresh, free, and eternal.
But those naysayers have never looked off my deck into the warmth of a summer evening that slowly, ever so slowly, turns into a velvet black backdrop. They have never felt the electricity in the air of a knowledge and way of life that has been since the beginning of time and will continue long after we are dust.
They will never see, for they will never believe.
Aubrey Vincent Beardsley (1872–1898) was an English illustrator and author.
His drawings in black ink, influenced by the style of Japanese woodcuts, emphasized the grotesque, the decadent, and the erotic.
Most of his images are done in ink and feature large dark areas contrasted with large blank ones, and areas of fine detail contrasted with areas with none at all.
Beardsley was a leading figure in the Aesthetic movement, which also included Oscar Wilde.
Often despondent and introverted, Beardsley’s main preoccupation for his short 25 years in existence would be to curate a flurry of singular and sometimes bizarre, artworks that challenged Victorian norms and whose enduring legacy compensates for his all-too-early demise.
Beardsley’s contribution to the development of the Art Nouveau and poster styles was significant, despite the brevity of his career before his early death from tuberculosis.
Beardsley worked by outlining his sketches in pencil then tracing over them in black ink in a style reminiscent of Japanese woodcuts.
The simple elegance of his linework combined with the sharp contrast of black and white lent Beardsley’s works to a peculiar style comprised of Aestheticism, Symbolism, Decadence, and Art Noveau.
As though he was born haunted by his own premature death, Aubrey Beardsley’s drawings in black ink often developed under an obsession with the morbid — and it shows.
More of Aubrey Beardsley’s sketches can be found at https://www.illustrationhistory.org/artists/aubrey-beardsley and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aubrey_Beardsley .
You know — I’ve been thinking lately. Reflecting.
That usually means trouble. Confusion.
As I have been in an over-emotional mood lately, I reflected upon my past blogs. The upbeat, pro-creativity, happy-go-lucky blogs.
I realize — that truly is me. I truly believe in handling your own destiny. At least as much as life allows.
But I also wanted you to know that at times I’m an emotional trainwreck, too.
I have fears, inhibitions, and confusion just like you do. I have crabby days, doubtful days, days of wonder and of wondering.
How do you get through those days?
Don’t you sometimes want to drink a bottle, take some pills, stand in the middle of the yard and just scream?
We all know only one of those three really work. And the neighbors might wonder if they see you standing in the middle of your yard one night yodeling your brains out.
First off, I am not against anti-depressants, a glass of wine now and then, or professional therapy. Never be ashamed to go the next step to clear your head. I know I have.
But what if you are just going through the normal ups and downs of a busy, fulfilling life?
Waiting for change to happen is like waiting for water to turn to ice.
That makes me swing back to Creativity.
I dunno. I just feel better creating something. Discovering something. Researching something. Moving feels so much better than sitting still. Especially sitting still day after day, watching nothing but my derrière spread wider.
Doing something for myself gets me out of my funk and back into the land of the living.
I happen to love writing. And certain crafts. And photography. And walking through nature. And taking a drive through the county. And fetching my dog. The list goes on and on.
Your list should go on and on, too.
As I said earlier, there is depression and then there is depression. If you are suffering from unrelenting sadness, confusion, and stress, talk to someone. Professional or otherwise. Don’t try to handle the world alone.
If you suffer from an occasional up and down moment, accept it while moving forward. Paint a picture. Doodle a whole page of nonsense. Buy a few inexpensive flowering plants and dig a hole and plant them. Research something odd like auras or Alpha Centauri or Medieval life (I’ve researched all three). Watch a stupid movie. Build something cool from your kid’s Legos.
Find a way back to Creativity.
Admit the crabbies and move along back to what you were put on this Earth to do.
If I Were A Fairy
I’d love to sit on a clover-top
And swing and shake, till the dew would drop
To croon a song for the bumble-bee
To leave his golden honey with me,
And sway and swing, till the wind would stop
I’d weave a hammock of spider-thread
Where grasses nodded above my head
And all day long, while the hammock swayed
I’d twine and tangle the sun and shade,
Till the crickets’ song, “It is time for bed!”
Then wrapped in a wee gold sunset cloud
While night winds sang to the stars that crowd
And all night long, I would swing and sleep
While fireflies lighted their lamps to peep—
“Oh, hush!” they’d whisper, if frogs sang loud—
by Charles Buxton Going
Art by Asako Eguchi
Ekaterina ‘Kate’ Lukasheva is an incredible Origami artist and designer from Moscow, Russia.
The artist has had a fascination with puzzles and construction sets since childhood and first discovered origami in her teens.
With its intricate folds and geometric patterns, there’s a lot of math in origami and Lukasheva would later graduate with honors from Moscow State Lomonosov University as a mathematician and programmer.
All of her origami is made from one single sheet of paper.
“Since the possibilities of the sheet are endless, I get an endless source of interesting puzzles.”
More of Ekaterina Lukasheva‘s amazing work can be found at https://kusudama.me/.
Along with all my other creative pastimes, I love photography. I haven’t taken any classes, no professional training. I just love taking pictures.
Today I am going to take a chance and share some of my photography from the last year. As you can see, I’m a sucker for nature in all its seasons, all its forms. No filters, no computer graphics or adjustments, no special lenses. Just my phone camera.
I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed taking them.
Every time I come across it it makes me smile.
It’s Brad Pitt and his goofy character Chad Feldheimer doing the happy dance in the movie Burn After Reading. I love this part with him dancing and pumping the air and laughing and being silly.
This is how I’d like to be.
At least most of the time.
I know no one is happy all of the time. Life isn’t always dancing in the street, a bowl of cherries, or the pot at the end of the rainbow. Sometimes life sucks.
But when it doesn’t, it’s a chance to make wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, the (almost) best time of your life.
Now I don’t necessarily do the happy dance when I’m mopping the floor or filling the dishwasher. But when times get tough/boring/ stressful, a little bit of hopping around to “Swing Swing Swing” by Benny Goodman or “Flirtin’ With Disaster” by Molly Hatchet or the ending of the “1812 Overture” by Tchaikovsky can certainly do a number on my emotional state.
I know I sound like the old broken record, but there’s something about waking up every morning that makes me want to dance (after coffee, of course). Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean. Even with the aches and pains and trials of life, the miscues, missteps, and mis-ery, I try and find a reason to smile. To dance. Or even tap my foot, if I so desire.
How do we find Brad Pitt’s level of happiness?
That’s up to the individual.
Good books, great movies, powerful music, all are triggers. So are babies and kids, puppies, kittens, sunsets, oceans, crafts, flowers, phone calls and photo albums. The past, the present, and the future eventually all blend together anyway, so why not find something that makes you smile and feel good and run with it?
I know many hate this simpleton point of view. Life is not just black and white. Happy or sad. Hot or cold. It’s always a matter of gray.
Grey is good.
According to an article in the online magazine Psychreg, “When we attempt to view life in cut and dry terms we end up boxing ourselves into a rigid way of thinking and feeling. Our abilities to resolve our differences become more difficult and we can negatively impact our effectiveness. The more we learn about the grey areas of life, the more we see how it shapes our earthly experience.”
So we need the grey area. But in the end, grey gives up to either black or white. You either do or you don’t. You stay or you go. You live or you die.
You either dance to the music or you don’t.
Try dancing. It’s more fun, more liberating, and more addicting than any dark corner of life.
And it sure beats filling the dishwasher.
Award winning recycled Sculptured Bell artist Doug Adams grew up in Fielding, Utah on a small Appaloosa horse ranch & farm.
After graduating from high school, Doug served his country in the military’s branch of Utah National Guard for five years.
Upon his return from basic training & advanced training as a tank mechanic, he found employment constructing a large steel mill located nearby & a year later he began his 30 year career in the steel industry.
Doug created his first bell using a recycled cylinder in the early 80’s but it wasn’t until he met his wife Dianne that they started creating one of a kind sculptured bells using many of the same techniques Doug became so familiar with in the steel industry.
Old tools, well worn machinery, old car parts are all sculptures in the making for Doug’s artistic endeavors.
His wife Dianne creates one of a kind glass in her art studio for each sculpture that’s created.
Each unique bell stand is designed for its respective bell and given Doug’s trademark distressed patina.
Each piece is carefully made to stand the test of time to be enjoyed by generations to come, both for indoor and outdoor settings.
More of Doug Adams amazing bells can be found at http://www.dougadamsbells.com/.
Ahhhh …. the joys of Creativity.
While writing is still a passion for me, I am finding it harder and harder to get into the drive-till-you-crash novel mode.
I wonder why that is.
I’m going to skip the age thing, as I don’t think it’s as much that as it is the investment toll it takes to write 80,000 words (more or less).
As many of you know, there is a real commitment behind writing a full length novel. If you are as good as your grain (so to speak), you need to do a lot of research, have a flair for the English (or other) language, have patience for your story to develop, and be in a setting where you are not interrupted every five minutes.
You really should be willing to devote your entire being to writing that book, not only because you enjoy doing so, but it is so easy to get distracted into other creative worlds.
I know that all too well.
All you creative people do.
Where there’s writing there’s crafts. Where there’s quilting there is painting. Where there are Christmas ornaments there is ceramics. One door opens to another to another to another, and before you know it you look behind you and have left a half dozen doors wide open.
Which do you close? Which do you work on?
You love them all? The universe, in its wise forethought, only lets you do one project at a time.
I have a few novels I want to fine tune and get online. I have a third I need to write. I have a second trip to Paris outlined but (at the moment) have no Internet to do research. I also have a website I want to update, a craft show to prepare for, supplies to order, and a sketchbook I bought a few years ago that I’m dying to try out. And how about that Vietnamese Coconut Caramel Chicken recipe that’s been sitting in my inbox for over two weeks?
Dedication to one project at a time is a big mountain to climb. So is a writing free-for-all for weeks on end.
I hope by now you have found a main project to work on, plus have a half dozen others waiting in the wing; research one, practicing on another, finishing up a third.
I find creative people find a way to multitask when it comes to Art in in its many forms. It’s a passion, it’s a destination. It’s a release and a growing experience. Prioritizing, unfortunately, is not as easy.
Tell me what creative balls YOU are juggling these days!
What is your ideal Friday evening?
I’ve been listening lately to U-Tube videos of ambient music lately; hours of the same kind of background tunes you find in lounges, street cafes, and movies. Many have U-Tube videos/images in the background to match the ambience. They’ve got Victorian Libraries, Jazz Cafes, Lazy Summer Afternoons — even ambience built on Lord of the Rings or Hogwarts. Great for crafting, sitting on the porch, or reading.
So that makes me have to redirect and rethink my question, turning it into two questions.
What is your ideal Friday evening fantasy?
What is your ideal Friday evening that you can actually carry out?
My dream Friday evening would be sitting at an outdoor café in Paris, eating some decadent French dessert and watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle in the distance. I would hope there would be some hammy accordion music in the distance, but I don’t know if they do that over there.
My ideal Friday evening back here in reality would be sitting around a fire, (indoor or outdoor), sharing conversation and laughs with family and friends, watching the sun set, sipping a pina colada or blueberry vodka and lemonade or even a big glass of chocolate milk.
There is something magical about Friday nights. Maybe it’s because it marks the end of the work week, end of a school week, or that politicians, weekly news reporters, and movie stars have gone home for a quiet weekend and left us alone.
Saturday nights are often date nights, wedding receptions, trips to the city or countryside, get-togethers, and other big deals that can’t be held during the week. There’s always time to enjoy a little bit of jazz, a rock concert, or a symphony on the first true day of the weekend. It’s a dress up and glitz to the city or drive to the beach kinda day.
Of course, our Friday nights often turn out to be something else entirely. Kids drop by, you drop by the kids house, football games, grocery shopping — the distractions are endless. It’s the first night you can crash and (hopefully) sleep in the next day. Watch a little telly, a movie, catch up on your weekly TV series — the things you can jam into a Friday night are endless too.
But Friday nights are wonderful nights for reflection, too. For creative planning. For savoring the week’s bounty and planning your next step. It’s a time to shut off the past week’s work and domestic activities and plan something for yourself. A bath, a walk, a book. It’s the quiet of sunset, the fireflies of twilight, and the still of a crescent moon.
Take advantage of your Friday nights. They can be the first step on your magical ladder to tomorrow.
How do ~you~ spend your Friday nights?
I am always giving into daydreams of the future. What might happen. What steps I can take to turn things around. Or, conversely, steps I can take to keep things the same.
I do believe in letting life play out as it may.
But I also believe in trying to prevent accidents from happening. To prevent missteps, miscalculations, and mistakes. Of counting my steps and watching my step.
I have been forgetting little things lately. More than lately. For the last year or two. Nothing big — just things. I am constantly reminded that I am forgetting these things. Out of kindness, mind you — but I am being reminded I tend to forget.
I always wonder if this is the beginning. The beginning, maybe not of the end, but the beginning of turning the page. Of dealing with things differently than before.
I was never really an independent kind of girl, but I did work where I wanted and married who I wanted and started a business in another state. I had two children that I adore and have three grandkids that take my heart away. My world was my choice. Influenced by outside factors, people, and situations, yes. But still my choice.
I am starting to wonder, though– will this all change as times goes by?
Will this all change as I turn the page?
Words like dementia, Alzheimer’s, senility, all haunt my dreams. We do what we can to remember, but time takes away parts of our being every day. Tiny parts. Miniscule parts that you cannot even measure. Suddenly all the miniscule parts start to add up. You forget directions, you forget to turn the gas all the way off. You forget the date and you forget birthdates. You fall a little more than you used to, get dizzy sometimes or bang your leg on more things than ever. Every symptom becomes cancer or Covid or the beginning of some other drastic disease, because, at this point, it just could be that.
Maybe it’s just that I’m forgetting things.
It happens to us all. I refuse to be frightened by it. Or distracted by it. Or controlled by it.
But I do acknowledge it.
After reading and blogging about the American artist William Utermohlen who died from Alzheimer’s , I could see a talent far greater than mine waste away with time and disease.
I wondered if that would someday be me.
I wonder if that someday will be all of us.
I’ve also heard positive things about turning the page ….
Sometimes you just have to turn the page to realize there’s more to your book of life than the page you’re stuck on. Stop being afraid to move on. Close this chapter [of hurt] and never re-read it … let your future create something better. ~Trent Shelton
I think I can do that. Move forward despite all the flags that are popping up in my way. I figure, I’ve got to go that direction anyway … why not jump on the pony and she where she goes?
Benjamin Shine is a multidisciplinary British artist who has gained recognition in the fashion industry for his creations made from lengths of tulle — a practice which he describes as “painting with fabric”.
The fine netted material allows for dramatic differences in opacity depending on how densely it is is bunched or layered.Shine had to find the appropriate tool to bind the tulle to the canvas and create more depth. Small irons are perfect for him — they don’t have to be fancy, they just have to work.From afar these intricate portraits appear to be painted using the finest of brushstrokes, but take a step closer and the amazing reality is unraveled: they’ve been carefully crafted out of reels of folded fabric.
His amazing creations each contain 10 to 50 meters of tulle; pleated, folded and finally ironed in place to create evocatively realistic images.Shine explains his work this way: “I think that the positive reception [of my art] has enabled me to continue. It’s enabled me to grow spiritually because of the connection with the artwork and what it’s teaching me because I’m seeing … the sense of spirituality in it.
“[The tulle] is a material that is half not there, and I find that fascinating.”
Open the door and you shall see
The most wondrous things from land to sea.
Your dreams await on the other side
Imagination beckons far and wide
What do you think awaits you there?
Come! Let us venture without a care
A chance to explore worlds never seen
Magic and reality and all inbetween
Open the door and you shall see
The most wondrous things from land to sea.
© 2015 Claudia Anderson
So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
~ James Hetfield, Metallica
This is a little bit Sunday Evening Art Gallery post, a little Humoring the Goddess post. You’ll see what I mean.
I am a sucker for those “10 Things You Didn’t Know About …..” Most of them are flops, but every now and then I come across something that is extraordinary.
In 1995, U.K.-based American artist William Utermohlen was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.
Before his death, Utermohlen created a heart-wrenching final series of self-portraits over the stages of Alzheimer’s, which lasted roughly five years.
The last self-portraits, painted between 1995 and 2001, are unique artistic, medical, and psychological documents. They portray a man doomed yet fighting to preserve his identity and his place in the world in the face of an implacable disease encroaching on his mind and senses.
Alzheimer’s symptoms not only include memory loss or dementia and personality changes but it also affects the part of the brain, which is responsible for visualizing capabilities, so crucial for a painter.
With Alzheimer’s progressing, the art becomes visibly more abstract, blurrier and vague, due to the loss of the aforementioned capabilities.
The artist’s widow Patricia explains exactly why these images are so powerful: “In these pictures we see with heart-breaking intensity William’s efforts to explain his altered self, his fears and his sadness.”
Apart from portraits, still lives and drawings from the model, Utermohlen’s art can be arranged in six clear thematic cycles: The “Mythological” paintings of 1962-63; the “Cantos” of 1965-1966 inspired by Dante’s Inferno; the “Mummers” cycle of 1969-1970 depicting characters from South Philadelphia’s New Year’s Day parade; the “War” series of 1972 alluding to the Vietnam war; the “Nudes” of 1973-74; and finally the “Conversation Pieces”, the great decorative interiors with figures, of 1989-1991.
William Utermohlen died March 21, 2007. The mere thought that this artist tried to paint his being through the very end of his Alzheimer’s pays tribute to the creative soul in each one of us.
I thought I’d do a little self promotion this fine evening.
Not just because it’s MY Gallery, but I can’t begin to tell you how many unique, different, extraordinary artists there are in the world! I am blown away by these people’s ideas, whether it’s miniatures, fabric art, ceramics, photography, metal work, or dozens of other mediums.
If you are bored one afternoon or evening and want to get a more detailed look at some of the fantastic artists I’ve come across, stop on by. We’re open 24/7, there’s no admission charge, and you never know what creative world lies just around the corner!
There is more — so much more. Take a break from the confusion of life and see what Art is really all about!
I’m getting ready to do a little/a lot of travelling the next few weeks — camping this week and up to the cabin next week. It’s not so much escaping my day to day reality (which it kinda is), but it’s a chance to be away from the chatter of TV, loads of laundry, and pandemic protocol.
I can set up blogs ahead of time, stop the mail, and leave three pounds of cat food in the feeder for my pussycat, no problem.
Unfortunately, I can’t take my crafting with me.
I know I will feel guilty sitting around daily, in a fishing boat, on the deck, or around the fire, reading, writing, sketching, visiting, sleeping, doing every thing a vacation is supposed to encourage. All I will be thinking about is the craft fair over Labor Day and if I will have enough product to sell.
What a dope.
That leads to the fear of not selling anything at all. The guilt of having spent money on supplies over and over again, of coercing my family to help out in the booth, and in the end having 300 Angel Tears hanging from my back yard gazebo. The fear of Mass Tanglement from Hell when Tears start wrapping around each other in knots only God can get out.
I wonder if I’m the only one who blows reality out of proportion for no good reason.
I know it won’t be as bad as all that — I am looking forward to getting a fresh look at nature and her beauty. I love the outdoors. I love campfires. I love the cabin and not being far from the water. I love sleeping in and going out for ice cream. And, of course, I love being with my grandkids in both situations.
I just wonder why I waste time stressing about things I have no control over. Work will get done. The laundry pile in the corner isn’t going anywhere. It will wait for my return. As will the housework and yardwork.
And the crafting.
Do you sometimes get carried away with your stress moments?
I’d like to think that’s all just part of being human. Of being passionate about life.
Maybe I just need to take up a more “portable” hobby.
Paul Dmoch is a Belgian painter whose watercolors are playgrounds of light.In them, light sparkles, bounces, glows, splinters and plays hide and seek amid the complexities of cathedral interiors, Venetian canals, narrow streets, dappled courtyards, open plazas and architectural landmarks of several cities.Light is an actor in his paintings, alternately coy and bold, shining with bravado and peeking out from the shadows.His deft handling of color and value, backed with his solid draftsmanship, give Dmoch’s paintings of familiar landmarks a fresh interpretation.Dmoch especially likes to paint cathedrals. As he says, “I can feel all the mystery of ‘another space’ where we sometimes come, but not spend our lifetime.“Inside these structures we feel small and not so important as we sometime think we are. We can see that incredible, enormous structure, filled with endless lights pouring through a stained-glass window.“For me, light and shadow is a metaphor for the everlasting battle between these two basic elements of human existence. In the contrast between light and darkness lies the secret of every human beginning.”
More of Paul Dmoch’s amazing paintings can be found at https://www.grandmastersfineart.com/paul-dmoch.html and at http://linesandcolors.com/2015/02/17/paul-dmoch/.
This is what Creativity is all about. Hoping all of you feel this good when you finish a project!
I’m so happy to get this fiber object moved to the finish line.
This is my Stay at Home Round Robin quilt, a group quilt project that took place in January and February. You may recall some of my earlier posts on this topic.
After all the piecing was complete, I was unsure of how to quilt it. In the quilt’s center I had used the walking foot to sew parallel lines that pinwheeled outward. But the checkerboard border seemed to act as a visual line, stopping the progress of the parallel stitch lines.
After months of procrastination, I made some decisions. The checkerboard border was quilted free motion in a sort of figure eight pattern (the symbol for Infinity.) Each square ended up with a circle inside it. I then continued my parallel lines beyond the checkerboard all the way out…
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We cannot teach people anything; we can only help them discover it within themselves. ~ Galileo Galilei
After having long painted in traditional way, in oil, acrylic or watercolor, French artist Léa Roche turned her talent into a modern and very contemporary mix of urban and pop style.Roche invented her own brand and working technique under the name of ‘FuzzzyArt’.An artist with a passion for colors and technology, she is inspired by her travels, nature, and especially animals, to create unique multicolored paintings full of life.Roche specializes in portraits of animals, with a predilection for cats and felines, but also works with female faces, abstract scenes and other works.Her paintings come alive with bright colors, abstract shapes, and distinct personalities.There is a depth and beauty to Roche’s renditions, a connection of souls, between the artist and her canvas.More of Léa Roche can be found at https://lea-roche.artmajeur.com/.
Such a lovely thought for a softly lit morning …..
“A lonely day is God’s way of saying that He wants to spend some quality time with you.”
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One minute you are so full of words that nothing but writing a book can be their outlet. Other times you stare at at the screen, typing One Upon a Time 60 times because you can’t think of anything to write down.
One minute you have this great quilt idea, the next minute, as you start collecting materials, you find nothing reflects your idea.
I have two personal friends who have added painting to their creative repertoire, and honestly are very good at that, too.
Maybe it’s the seasons that change our creative move. The need to be outdoors more, alive and singing with the birds and dancing with the bees.
Yeah — I can see me doing both.
But there is a different feel to spring than fall, summer than winter. What excited you last winter often disappears or, better yet, metamorphoses into something new and different.
Do you change crafts as the Earth changes seasons?
We all stick to our basic first love. Of that I don’t doubt. But when I read blogs where artists are trying collages instead of knitting or making miniatures instead of pop up cards, I am delighted. One good friend has turned from crocheting to repainting and redecorating her bedroom.
It’s a great feeling to get your feet wet in self expression.
Even if we don’t know what we’re doing, the enjoyment of learning just for the sake of learning is unmatchable.
Maybe that’s why so many have so many projects going at one time. I’m going to make a collage for my sister! I’m going to paint the landscape behind my house! I picked up this new book at a garage sale the other day; think I’ll start reading tonight! I’m going to sew beautiful trim on a bunch of hand towels! I’m going to … I’m going to … I’m going to …
And here we are. Starting all over again. Or continuing where we left off last week or last month. Give us a little background music, a little work area, and voila! We are off on another adventure.
I myself am fighting between continuing my next book, making enough Angel Tears for the craft fair in September, figuring out how to put a book online, and keeping the weeds out of my new pop up/out garden. I feel like I’m at the beginning of a mountain trail, but at least I know I have company on my way up.
How about you and your pastimes? Any new ones creeping in?
Shayna Leib is a modern multimedia artist with an amazing sense of material.Leib was educated at the Polytechnic University of California in San Luis Obispo, where she studied philosophy, literature, visual arts and music.She was supposed to defend her doctorate in philosophy, but instead went to the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she began to study sculpture with glass and metal.Working mostly with glass, Leib paid maximum attention to the study of the properties of this unique-beautiful material.Her sculptural studies reflect an attention to detail indicative of the two major influences on her life — music and philosophy.She prefers to use glass not for its mimetic qualities to capture the look of other materials, but for it’s ability to express flow, freeze a moment in time, and manipulate optics.Lieb, like anyone, is deeply attracted to the seductive pull of decadent desserts.“This body of work started as a therapeutic exercise in deconstruction and a re-training of the mind to look at dessert as form rather than food,” says Leib in an artist statement about her series Patisserie.“It soon became a technical riddle, and I became a food taxidermist of french pastries.”
More of Shayna Leib’s remarkable glass works can be found at https://shaynaleib.com/patisserie/.
Ancient coins vary greatly in design, quality, and importance. Most were used by everyday people, but some rose above the routines of daily life to become enduring pieces of history. Some commemorate major historical moments in the history of western civilization. Others represent the highest levels of artistic and technical achievement in numismatics, not seen again for over 2,000 years. And still, others are so rare, that only a handful survive today.
Sometimes it’s fun to wander through someone else’s past.
That’s what I did this evening, and lo, I found a fun post about the moon and the universe and rocks. You will have a good time reading this too. It’s one of those posts that pop up on the bottom of a different post. Rethinking Life is sooooo interesting! Thanks for the smile!
If you listen to scientists talk about planets and moons, gravity and all the rest. you will hear them say, “The Moon was trapped, captured by Neptune’s gravity.”
Trapped and captured. When I hear that, or read it, I immediately feel sorry for the moon, since it was TRAPPED and CAPTURED without it’s permission. I mean, it was floating around, minding it’s own business, and suddenly, it’s in ORBIT around a planet.
I’m thinking the moon is a rock, and probably doesn’t care, but still…those are bad words…trapped and captured. I don’t know what other words we could use, since the moon, or rock, was just passing by on it’s way to someplace else, but by passing too close to a planet, it became a prisoner.
Which, makes me realize that everything is a prisoner of everything else. Things are always capturing our attention, or trapping us in dead end…
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I love when I get crafting supplies in the mail. I feel like I’ve won the jackpot. The lottery. The contest. I got a new load of flatback acrylic rhinestones today. Clear, Aurora Clear, Light Blue. Purple. Ruby Red. One inch half domes that make you want to look deeper and deeper into their colored depths.
Visual sensations are amazing. Shiny, dull, opaque, translucent, sparkly, reflective — all send thoughts and reactions through all of us. That’s why we react one way to bright neons, another way to soft pastels. Too much orange or yellow or pink can affect us in ways we’d never think.
Do you work with colors?
According to Bright Side’s Psychologists Point Out 11 Clothing Colors That Reveal Your Personality, the colors you wear mean something to the world.
The color black is perceived by others as an indicator of prestige, power, seriousness, and intelligence. People who prefer to wear black clothing are ambitious, purposeful but also sensitive. As a rule, they are emotional and easily excitable, although they often try to hide it.
Brown is the color of the earth, the color of something reliable, strong and stable. People who like to wear the color brown are slightly conservative, respect their elders and always look for peace, stability, and strength in everything.
People tend to associate the color blue with intelligence, trust, efficiency, and tranquility. Blue shades of clothing are often chosen by kind, sympathetic, courteous and even shy people.
Those who prefer green lead an active, public life, they always live in a good area and they are financially stable. They are also caring, kind and have a soft heart.
Purple means sophistication, wealth and luxury. People who wear purple are emotional and sensitive, and in clothing indicates creativity, insight, and love of art. They are dreamy, passionate and love mysticism. These people are also known to be unpredictable and dealing with them can be both easy and difficult at the same time.
Red is the color of passion and power. People tend to associate the vibrant color with energy, movement, and excitement. Those who often wear red are bright, easily excitable, slightly self-centered and also addiction-prone.
Yellow is the color of happiness, sun, and laughter. shades of yellow in clothing are often used by active, creative and addicted people. They are bright dreamers and adventurers, ready to explore and conquer.
White is the symbol of freedom, purity, innocence, and simplicity. This color attracts reliable people who love freedom and who look at life optimistically. These people are very neat and organized in everything they do, they like new beginnings and strive for perfection.
Soft pink is considered calm, warm and feminine and is one of the most powerful sedatives. People who love pink are romantic, optimistic and self-righteous (in a good sense). As a rule, they are people who appreciate kindness and comfort above everything else.
Orange always gives an atmosphere a fun party vibe, in addition to being a warm and opportunistic color. It is also cheerful, creative and attractive. Those who like to wear orange are optimistic, energetic and cheerful, and are eager for change. Although they can be slightly flaky people, still they can be ambitious and prudent.
Gray is the color of balance, Gray and its shades are a symbol of tranquility, dimensionality, and maturity. a person who favors gray is someone who does not like to attract attention and tries to maintain neutral.
Do the colors you wear have anything to do with the colors you work with?
If you knit with a lot of yellows, are you sharing happiness, sun, and laughter? If your sketches have a lot of white space, are you trying to portray freedom, purity, and innocence? If your main character has red hair, are they passionate and powerful?
There’s a lot to think about there. I started making Angel Tears with mostly clear, Aurora clear, light pink and light blue stones. As time has moved on, I’ve started using dark sapphire blues and purples and deep ruby reds. I have a feeling people will love sparkles of all colors hanging around the house.
You are creative to please yourself, but, with so many personalities out there, you try to please others, too.
Let me know your thoughts on color.
Based in Wales, the artist began creating his nature-based work while in college.
Since then, his land art has ranged from minimal stone sculptures to sweeping sand mandalas, and each project has its own entrancing motif.
From giant circles, dynamic swirls and other intricate patterns, Foreman’s work reveals the unique beauty of stones.
Be it with stones or leaves, inland or on beaches, working with stones has made him realize some of their unexpected qualities.
“Repeat processes are always very therapeutic and this is a good example of that, getting lost in the process is an important part of land art,” Foreman says.
More of Jon Foreman‘s fantastic designs can be found at https://sculpttheworld.smugmug.com/.