Tis the season…
It all starts with the first door of the advent calendar…
Abstractions
I stayed two-dimensional with my collages, but lots of good 3-D ideas.
Heads
A multimedia exploration of Hausmann’s Mechanical Head.
A grouping
A bunch of some of the paintings of the last week or so.
Found Objects
I love picking up rusty junk, odd pieces of wood and other detritus. While waiting for the paint to dry on the next painting, I started playing around with some objects.
It’s not glued down yet. Here’s another version. I think I like the one with the skull better.
Here’s hoping you find something interesting on the road or in the woods today!
Stars of Everything (for Thornton Dial)
everything
is shining inside
close my eyes
and the world
explodes into forever
silence that shouts “yes!”
Thornton Dial, a wonderful assemblage artist from Alabama, died in January. He was always making things, from childhood on, and was employed for many years as a metalworker. His later years were entirely devoted to his art, which incorporated recycled materials and often dealt with political themes. Anything he found that had been discarded was an inspiration for his creations.
“Stars of Everything” is one of his more well-known works, and includes metal and plastic cans, clothing, wood, steel, plastic straws, carpet and rope. For my first interpretation, below, I tried to stay closer to the original, but then I decided just to cut out stars from the earth, water and sky and growing things, and ended up with the mandala above. That one reflects more of Dial’s spirit I think.
“Art is like a bright star up ahead in the darkness of the world. It can lead peoples through the darkness and help them from being afraid of the darkness….Art is a guide for every person who is looking for something.”
–Thornton Dial
The poem is another shadorma.
Everything Old is New Again
Yesterday I thought of this piece which has been up in the attic for a lot of years. Dragged it down, washed it off and worked on it a little more.
I think the parts may be better than the whole. A few close ups:
Here it was in its attic state. I think it was supposed to be a big mandala in the middle and four little ones around it.
Happy Monday!
Underside of a Turtle
I took apart the turtle I found and the object in the center is his underside or undershell. My husband didn’t get this piece at all. That’s why I wrote under it. Kerfe gave me a book of skeletons which I like a lot; I attempted a drawing of a turtle skeleton on the right. On the left is a drawing of the underside.
Close up of my drawing:
The wonderful book of skeletons. It has just about everything in it. A gift that keeps on giving. Thanks Kerfe.
Acorn Obsession?
I keep collecting acorns because they will be gone soon. A multitude of acorns, some say, predict a harsh winter. I did another little plaque with the phrase written correctly. The lines were written by David Everett and the entire quote goes like this:
You’d scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don’t view me with a critic’s eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
I still have some acorns. Don’t you agree that they are adorable?
Armadillo in a box
I found another head shaped piece of wood and combined it with a birch wood body. I’m just going with this somewhat goofy direction because any direction is a good direction. Back to my roots when I used to do a lot of sculptural pieces with stuff found on the beach in Provincetown.
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