|'Trees’ (1990-1991) by Joan Mitchell|
A friend on Facebook shared this article from the Financial Times. The more I think of what I'm doing, the more I feel that as I age, I have more to say, more things distilling in my brain.
|Snowman egg gourd Christmas ornament, front and back; |
hand-drawn with pyrometer, painted, varnished, satin cord, cast sterling silver and copper, cotton
|Albatross - 2009, Gourd, copper, enamel, found objects|
|Guilt Tether "If You Really Loved Me..."|
- 2009, Enameled copper, mirror, gourd shell
|Me and Frances goofing around.|
|Bonnie Seeman workshop, EKU.|
|This was the wall in the open garage where I had been working about 6-8 months out of the year when it wasn't too hot or too cold.|
|This is the enclosed space now. It's insulated on top and the side and is heated with a kerosene heater which does a pretty good job. Plus the concrete wall gets full winter sunlight and is a passive solar heat source. Bonus!|
The wall that was my original space. There's still some things to make and hang and adjust but I'm working in it already. First project was throwing bowls for the Richmond Empty Bowls Project 2010.
I've been watching some David Attenborough on satellite recently. Focusing on evolution and staring with simple organisms. Single cell and the next step, sponges. I'm fascinated with the changes of evolution, the organisms that started us and yet continue to thrive. The branches that form to allow change to happen, new organisms to rise, new possibilities, some successful, some not. Fractals, patterns, randomness and adaptation. Fluidity, diversion, natural selection, new branches, and dead ends. The time it has taken to get us to the present moment has been long. We think we're a thriving branch. What if, evolutionarily speaking, we're actually a dead end? We'll never be able to tell until the change is upon us.
At one point, I think I convinced myself that I had given up on my fine art voice and it had been replaced by graphic design, a commercial art voice. And yet I kept the boxes of pastels, the paper samples, the block stamps and beads. Just in case. If you have a nagging feeling about yourself, listen carefully. Play the hunch. Analyze your surroundings, your environment. It's shaping who you are and one never knows where you're headed next.