Blooming Spring after a drenched and cold Winter. I’ve been cleaning out my studio the last few weeks. Getting rid of uninspiring objects and cleaning. I found the carcass of a hummingbird in one of my open containers. I thought I had saved the little bugger last Summer, but alas, he pooped out. My inner Feng Shui Teacher helped me realize that it’s good to dig into the dark corners on occasion to dig out what has died and dried up. And to see the truth. I was living under the illusion the last several months that my scheme to lure the little guy back outside had worked, and he was flying around happy and avoiding garages.
I’m starting to work on new things – a few dioramas, starting to combine paper clay busts and body parts with assemblage. No great success yet, but the act of experiment is energizing. I feel like my work is ready for a new direction. An expanded version of what has been.
Wishing you all a month of clearing out the cobwebs, discovering small truths that shed light on wrong assumptions and always good health and at least one good laugh a day.
I’m at that place with my output where I either dive in and take huge risks or remain content with charming sculptures that are “Tim Burton-esque”. Both are valid choices. One is more difficult than the other. I want so much to stretch into larger scale installation pieces and this requires space. More than my cramped garage can hold.
I woke up about a year ago with an image in my mind … well two of them. One of them taps into the gestation phase that influences all of my work.
For me, gestation directly speaks to my process. I let ideas and inspiration “cook” in my mind and spirit for a long time before anything happens in the real world. Gestation is also something that fascinates me in a real sense. I was born premature (by a month), apparently anxious to get “out of there”. The interesting thing for me is that I keep revisiting the womb in various ways. Some of my earlier pieces were literally baby dolls with magnifying classes in front of them. I’m still fascinated by those pieces. I’m compelled to look closer, to magnify, to “get inside” that idea of gestation and birth.
I will continue to work toward the large scale piece that wants to come out. Maybe if I build it, an opportunity will come to present it. If I believe it, I will see it.
Now, GO BE CREATIVE! xoxo
When I start a paper clay bust, I let the process move organically. My only intention before I started these 3 was “eccentric”. They all have pine cone caps as head dresses and now I’m addicted to pine cone caps. Seriously addicted. They are textural, quirky, organic and whimsical.
These 3 happened at the same time. I shifted back and forth between them as they were drying and taking form. I love their eccentricities, out there in the open for all to see.
Ronald, Paper Clay, 2016
A friend gave me a mink remnant that she found in a bag of goodies and I immediately thought of a socialite from the 1950’s. I have a book of photographs entitled “Reflections of a Man, The Photographs of Stanley Marcus” (of Neiman Marcus fame). I have a life long fascination with fashion and a darling friend gave me this book as inspiration and eye candy. Ms. Bitsy would fit directly into the pages of the book.
This started with a gift of an old croquette set. The balls are ideal for heads, so I challenged myself to make a face and go from there. I have been collecting acorn caps on my walk and one of them seemed perfectly suited for this sculpture.
The arms are fabric from an old pair of pjs, and I painted them to highlight their stripes in keeping with the “old croquette set” feel.
Heart Centered, 2016
I found an old box with scribbling inside. I immediately thought of a little kid and the treasures that must have been kept inside. So, I decided to channel one of my favorite artists, Cecile Perra, and make a kid-like family portrait.
The metal tags are vintage French plant markers on which I painted little characters. I made the soft doll out of simple cotton fabric and paint, adding pencil lines for the face.
Although this is not entirely like other work that I’ve done, my fascination with dolls had to come out in this piece.
Family Portrait, 2016
I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. Okay for about 3 years. Life got in the way and it felt almost impossible to get back to that creative flow. I tried sitting in my studio even if I wasn’t working, touching all of the bits to see if something would inspire me, shopping for vintage elements. Nada. Nothing. Then I started talking to other artists and it appears that this happens sometimes. Now that I’m “back in the flow” what I realize is that I was cooking during that difficult time. Things were re-arranging themselves in my spirit, psyche, mind, being … whatever you want to call it. I have a new perspective that seems to want to express itself. It’s surprising me and I’m going to go with it.
In the end, art (for me at least) seems to be all about curiosity, discovery, bravery (the moment you realize you have to break something in order to get to the good stuff) and listening … trusting. Art making is, in the end, my spiritual practice and I guess my life lesson is to just accept that. It doesn’t have to be anything more. Until it does! 🙂
Wishing you all a creative life!
Recycled vintage tin, porcelain doll, recycled fur, wire, vintage button.
3.5″ tall, 2.25″ wide
Vintage tin, porcelain doll, childs block, fabric, buttons. 7.25″ tall, 5.25″ wide, 3″ deep
Alone Time 2016
Vintage metal mesh handbag, handmade dolls of fabric, recycled fur, collage elements, acrylic paint
Ready, Mr. DeMille 2016
Vintage ruler, toy bowling pins, scrabble tiles, buddha head, porcelain doll arms, wire, nails. 12″ long, 3″wide, 4″tall