I love taking bits and pieces of things–paper, wood, anything–and putting them together in different ways. My late grandmother was an expert at this, whether it was putting together a meal, a quilt or a decorative wall covered in magazine pages.
My collage work stems from my earliest memories of that on some unconscious level. And, these recently created fashion brooches–created from bits and pieces of wood and sometimes mixed with other items–do, too. I’m honored to have some of them selected for sale in the Attleboro Museum of Art’s gift shop.
Tonight I am eating dinner at my formal dining room table. I’ve decided that I deserve to enjoy this room myself rather than waiting for special occasions to sit here.
No music. No TV. Just me and the meal (and the Celtics game that my teenager is blaring for the other room. “Me” time only goes so far in this house.)
This is a first step in slowing down and reclaiming my creative direction as I head into 2015. Being creative demands being in touch with self. Too often I think we all are doing a million things at once, even while eating. We’re women warriors; that’s what we do—multitask and take care of the entire world around us.
Consequently time becomes a blur. This year has zipped by and yet I feel like I’m standing still (if you look two posts down, you will see what I mean, as I repeat myself here). I find myself in the same place as an artist as last year, wishing for the exact things I wished for last year. But accomplishing goals is not about “wishing,” it is about reflecting on what you want, figuring out the steps involved to get there and “doing” the work. It is about “I will” rather than “I wish.”
I know this already, but it is good to have a reminder, which I’m getting everyday this month through the free online “Creative Planathon” that I happened upon. A key component of planning for next year is looking at what has been achieved this year as well as the challenges, and setting goals and action steps for 2015. (One of my goals is to get back to blogging.)
There was no mention of sitting at the formal dining room table to catch your breath so you can hear your own thoughts and listen to your heart’s desire. But, I think this is a good place to start—sitting still in the moment.
The workbook for the planathon has a great quote that says it best:
“If you don’t know where you are going, you’ll end up someplace else.”—Yogi Berra
Each year for Christmas, I like to “surprise” myself with art books as gifts. I order the books way ahead of time, wrap them and put them under the tree. I then forget what I ordered and when I open the gift with my name on it on Christmas morning–surprise!
One of my “surprises” this year was Personal Geographies: Explorations in Mixed-Media Mapmaking. I have always loved maps–the lines, the swirls, the shapes, the open invitation to imagine other places. So I love the idea of using the components of maps to make personal art.
The book has exercises in it to get you going on creating these maps. But when I sat down to work on this big piece of paper, using some squeeze bottle craft paints, I had no intention of making a map. However, the notion must have already seeped into my brain because this sure does look like a map.
I don’t think I’m finished with it, so it might not look anything like this when I’m done. I may even tear it up and use it in collages. I just find it fascinating what the brain takes in and what the Muse does with that information.
Happy New Year! Happy new opportunity to create and to tap into the gifts that we have all been given–be it the gift to create art, to dance, to make someone smile, to love.
Coming to the end of a nice winter break, I finally, finally dragged/pushed myself into the studio to try to get done the work I had promised myself that I would be doing every single day of winter break because I would finally have the “time.”
Well, so funny, this “time” business. I seem to have much more of it than I fool myself into thinking that I don’t have. During break I had plenty of time to watch the “Twilight Zone” marathon; plenty of time to watch back-to-back episodes of “Will & Grace” and “Roseanne” reruns; plenty of time to eat too many portions of the potato salad I will spend the rest of winter working off; but strangely, the “time” to get into the studio was not made.
Procrastination is a bitch. Luckily, I did make time enough to read a great book that showed me this very clearly: The War of Art. I highly recommend this book to any artist. The main point of the book is that we allow so much resistance (in many forms) to stop us from creating and using the talents that we have been given.
The best way to stop it is to just show up and do the work. So, today, that’s what I did. I just showed up at the crafting table, got out a piece of paper, poured some paint on it, and started swirling the paint around. It took great effort to fight off the resistance, the voice saying, “What the hell is this you are painting? It looks like crap!” But I did it. I just worked. No judgement. Just brushes and fingers, painting to the quiet music of the wind blown snow. The result is what you see here above, “Transcending.”
A new year. A new day of just showing up to do the work and letting what happens happen. And then tomorrow.
It has been too long since I’ve checked in here on my blog. I have been busy with several craft fairs–’tis the season. Now I’m trying to get back into spending more time in the studio and sharing what I’m working on.
This weekend, I had the challenge of trying to make a tree topper for a Christmas tree at the place where I co-facilitate an art workshop. The clients there have painted wooden ornaments of various shapes for the tree, so I tried to design something that would go along with that theme.
This is my version of a star, made with Popsicle sticks, a Styrofoam circle, blank CD and plastic jewels. I didn’t finish it on purpose, so that the clients can add their own hand decorated Popsicle sticks to this. It was fun to try to do this from scratch. Not bad for my first tree topper. It will be interesting to see if they like the concept. Either way, it was great creative exercise.