JUST IN THE KNICK OF TIME
I’m savoring the memory of last night’s Artwalk reception. Great food, great turnout. But what I’ll always remember was my triumph over troubles. Two days ago, when I arrived back […]
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ART UNFURLS, COMES TO LIFE
This installation had a difficult birth. As artist/midwife, I’m worn out but soooooooo exhilarated! And so very grateful to the gods for the window of clear skies. I was able […]
ART INSTALLATION FLYING HIGH
My rigging hardware is a DIY mix of dowels, steel wire, rings, swivels and gaskets. Trying do this on the cheap has been a challenge. Most pressing was the need […]
SEWING MACHINE AS POWER TOOL FOR SCULPTOR
Truly astonishing. That I am using a sewing machine to create outdoor sculpture. I essentially flunked Home Economics — back in the day. Until now, I’ve only used my ancient […]
LINE DANCING WIGGLES ITS WAY INTO LIFE
Line Dancing — fully fleshed. I’m pleased. Now, back to work on Wind Cloud Sky …
Line as body, body as landscape
Birth. Passion. Fire. I browsed the web for the etymology of red. The Portuguese word is vermelho, which comes from the Latin “vermiculus,” meaning “little worm.” My, how my little worm […]
First came bones, now the tissue
I never imagined an old theme of mine — body as landscape — would appear in my art again. But surely, here it is, as though it needed to have […]
Art studio among straw bales
Makeshift, but functional. Perfect, really. This is my open-air studio in the Red Barn, where I am able to do my contrapting out of the wind and still breath fresh […]
Out of the blue, a line of red
To draw a line in the grass. Impulse, no forethought. Out of nowhere, came an idea yesterday for a second outdoor sculpture. It happened so fast. Snooping in the sheds, I […]
Surprise collaboration with a poet
PCEI has a poet-in-residence, Karen Trujillo. She writes in a little cabin, lovingly dubbed the Artist Studio. Meeting today by chance, we quickly fell into a lengthy conversations about the […]
Pulling knots atop a ladder
It’s the sort of thing a mother would say never do. Straddling a rickety wood ladder propped against a ten-foot post on a hill. Using a power jigsaw to pop […]
Medieval artist illustrates fresh air
It’s easy to be seduced by web images of art inspired by the wind. There’s a plethora of examples, both contemporary and historical. It’s pure pleasure to dabble this way. […]
Posthole digging as artistic pursuit
Here’s my artistic collaborator, preparing the hillside for the installation. Steve Streets, all-around handyman/contractor who knows how to make just about anything work and build just about anything, too. Once the holes were […]
To let wind do the sculpting
Streamers and stakes? Without knowing, my ‘scientific’ observations morphed into a visual that functioned like a sculptural maquette for me. For days, I’ve watched the line of wind currents translated […]
Artistic eyes on prevailing wind
I “studied” wind for several hours this week. Rudimentarily speaking, that is. What’s an artist residency without a bit of observational research? During spring and summer, prevailing winds here at […]
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, […]
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