ENTWINING ART, SCIENCE AND AESTHETICS
Is it possible that art inspired by science is redefining art, as well as the concept of aesthetics, too? The popularization of science-inspired art in recent years suggests this is […]
Tag Archives: artist musing
Making waves, the rise and fall of art
I’m one of those people who speak with their hands. That makes it tricky to work on a lift, while explaining my art installation at the same time. But thinking […]
Visualizing gargantuan glacial floods
Numinous is the most recent in a series of art installations inspired by the Northwest’s catastrophic geologic history. It’s a spectacular story that includes megaflooding flooding of Glacial Lake Missoula […]
WHY I LOVE HOT GLUE, PART 2
As I say, hot glue is magical. For lots of reasons. Including the fact that such an ordinary material can take on the shimmer of spun glass. I call it […]
Why I love hot glue, Part 1
In the midst of preparing for an upcoming installation—as I am now—I often need to remind myself (again) why I’m so enamored of hot glue as a sculptural media. Might […]
SWELLING BELLIES OF GOURDS
Too much hot gluing. Ugh! Need a break. Couldn’t resist a little studio play. I bought these gourds at Farmers Market. To scrub off the dirt was a delightful diversion. I’m not […]
Eternity revealed, wind in the grass
One of my favorite poets, Archibald Macleish. He’s particularly gifted at sidling up to the existential and extracting with such clarity: There is no dusk to be, There is no […]
The lucidity of fleetingness
FLEETING | lasting only a very short time Synonyms brief momentary transitory ephemeral transitory momentary All words dear to my heart, and central to my artwork. TS Elliot writes in the […]
Artist and poet, kindred spirits
PCEI has a poet-in-residence, Karen Trujillo. She writes in a little cabin, lovingly dubbed the Artist Studio. Meeting by chance, we quickly fell into a discussion about the topic at […]
Before the wind, there was wind
“We were born before the wind also younger than the sun …” Van Morrison My concept has emerged: wind. How could it not be. Without a doubt, it is the most omnipotent […]
Messing around with mud
Everything about this place invites a personal intimacy, a new way of seeing and sensing for me. I was sitting near the edge of a pond yesterday, for instance. I […]
Poetic fragments as aesthetic wholes
This week, I’ve discovered how truly liberating it can be to trust my senses. Everything seems imbued with artistic possibilities. The wind, the grass, the ponds, the soil, the birdsong, […]
To honor the sensory as though prayer
I continue absorb myself in this place, hiking the trails, seeing what there is to see in the grasses and ponds. Picking things up odd bits of this and that—leaves, […]
Observing how NOT to be an artist
I came upon this anthill today near the Plum Tree Grove. Thousands of ants scurrying to and fro, mandibles munching away on what remains of a skull. It was ironic […]
Being fully alive as humans
I got caught in the rain at PCEI today. Drenched. Came home, dried off, drank tea, and happily picked up where I left off reading a book that keeps me […]
So erratic, so wobbly, the muse
“Creativity takes courage.” According to Henry Matisse, if I remember correctly. No kidding. Making a commitment to produce art before knowing for certain what the heck I’ll be doing —well, […]
Speaking from my heart, over the air waves
This town I live in, this town I love—Moscow, Idaho—is home to the University of Idaho. I often tell people it’s a small town with a big heart, straddling the […]
Modern Ancestral, Australian Aboriginal Art
Ancestral Modern. Diametrically opposed terms? Not so … at least not with respect to the exhibit of Australian Aboriginal Art at the Seattle Art Museum. A first-of-its-kind for the West Coast, it […]
Patrick Dougherty and Survival of the Beautiful
I’m reading an amazing book that I haven’t finished, but that’s not going to keep me from writing a post about it. It’s simply good to hold back on praise—though […]
Foraging for rock textures at Point Lobos
San Jose, San Francisco and Palo Alto left me giddy after my museum and gallery visits two weeks ago. Understandable, living as I do in north Idaho, so distant from […]
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