.....only the collages have an end. My bag of papers is still full, the trick or treaters left me with 1 piece of candy (7 bags later), I popped up some popcorn and broke a toe on the coffee table. A full night and another collage:
More from the bag. If they don't get into a collage (and even if they do) when I depart this mortal coil someone will have no sympathy for these random bits of paper and their presence. So, while the getting is good, they will be used.
Ohio Collage Society Member's Show opens this Saturday in Tiffin OH at the University Gallery, there's a link to the OCS blog on the right side-bar (under "Blogs I Visit" with all the yellow text) which will take you to the (slightly rearranged) postcard for the show. Sadly, I won't be there, my energy waxes and wanes, but the rest of the board will be there and pictures of the event will be posted on the OCS blog shortly after I get them. If you're in Ohio, and you are a collage artist, we want you as a member!
The past 2 days have flown by without any time to make art as all the prep for the OCS member exhibit starts to crank into gear. At this point my energy is substantial but quickly lags in the afternoon making me think "What happened?". So, as a result, no art. Later today I'll have something.
On another note, Seth Apter has pictures of artist studios on his blog, and my meager, messy shot is there with some festive papel picado! Just click here: The Altered Page.
On another note, is anybody out there as disheartened as I am by the upcoming elections? If I hear one more attack ad I am personally going to attack the television. Or read. The latter would probably be more productive.
These came from Women's Art League and church last week and they were so perfect I added cosmos from my jungle to give them a bit of wildness. It worked! I was very touched to get these and they are still making my kitchen very cheerful.....it fascinates me that flowers mean cheerfulness for us and that they once were cause for meditating on the transience of life. But meaning or no meaning, they are beautiful!
Ack! Kind of a blurry photo, which is the reason I normally take 2 or 3 shots of art before posting it. You're just going to have to imagine you've lost your glasses. The ground on this is a thin piece of wood, not balsa, because it's darker than that, but something similar in weight. It was a bear stitching through it and I ended up reinforcing the vertical piercings or the whole thing would've split apart. The wood fascinated me though,ever since seeing Louise Nevelson's collages on wood grounds. I had to try it.
My drawing skills are just OK, but they are reflexive and habitual. This is the rose my mother brought to me after I got home, deep cool red with a scent that is never found in florist's roses. It is gone now, all the petals fell as roses do, so I had to draw it. Leaves are still falling here and I still have all my irrational desire to fly with them. Maybe that's wisdom, learning to appreciate irrational desire and then just smile at it's humanity.
Recently I went into the health system and this journal page recounts the day of and days after that. My mother looks at these cheatin' blind contour self-portraits and will say, "Oh, you don't look THAT old!". And somehow, doing them, I always miss the fact they do, indeed, look old. But when I draw like this, I'm so involved in syncing my eye and hand that I tend to exaggerate folds and wrinkles in flesh. I'm in a completely different world, where the loose skin under my chin might as well be the drape in a velvet dress, it's the only time that wrinkles fascinate. Glimpses in the mirror, smiling for the photo, worrying about appearance all disappear until someone comments on how old I made myself look. I could live full-time in a blind contour world.....where a studied appraisal makes everything beautiful. But I might forget to eat.....
The title says it all. I love the interplay between words, visuals and the narrative that waits to be let out of the art. One of these days I'm going to figure out how to play this game with other people....
Just feast your eyes on these, and yes, the last 2 photos are the artist and her husband. I go waaaayyyy back with Annette, like, art classes together in high school! These are some of her fiber works from her show (with 2 other artists) at Summit ArtSpace from 2 weeks ago. I promised her I'd put them on my blog, but things got crazy for awhile.......
All of this work is in fiber, quilt and crochet. They are lush with color and you have to see them up close and personal to appreciate the stitching and beading.
And now.....the artist with her work and with her husband, Jim.
It was a wonderful opening and the work was incredible. Congratulations Annette!