Work in progress, is what’s up! Go all out, and make it colourful, that’s right. This piece is jumping off the wall.
I just remembered all those beautiful and lively artisan weavings and carvings from Mexico, and got started… I am ready to start quilting this top.
Now that it’s pieced, time to get to the texturing phase…
Last spring, artist and gallery owner Tish Saunders invited Saturna Island artists to show their work at Insight Art Gallery, on Galiano Island. We gladly accepted her invitation and several of us will be boating over to Galiano, to attend the opening on August 31. Poet Ellen McGinn will also do a reading during the opening, adding the magic of the spoken and written word.
I look forward to meeting Galiano artists and residents, and hope that this initiative leads to more inter-island cultural links.
I just discovered this artist via a French blog and I am completely taken by her innate talent for transforming ordinary objects into pure visual magic. The artist is Tara Donovan, from New York. Her work is being shown at the Louisiana Modern Art Museum near Copenhagen.
Here is a video where she explains her approach and her process. Fascinating… and visually, very seductive…
Quote for the day, from Tara:
“I think inspiration is a joke. I think real artists sit down and get to work.”
I took this picture without thinking much about the result. It just happened.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the KingdomBetween the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very longBetween the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the KingdomFor Thine is
Life is
For Thine is theThis is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Excerpt from The Hollow Men, T.S. Eliot, 1925
There is something about the iris.
When I got here, I inherited a fenced garden (the only way to have a garden around here, because of the abundant deer and goats that forage freely in the neighbourhood — more about that in an upcoming post)… with three flourishing groups of irises.
I am not sure that I love them, but I still find them fascinating. When you look at an iris bloom up close, there is something almost menacing about the way the flower is put together… To me, it resembles some insect mandible…