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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Kamiak Butte is a favorite summer getaway of mine on the Palouse, just 15 minutes from Moscow, ID. It’s a rocky island overlooking the wheat fields of the Palouse and […]
Too much feasting of Google images! I was about to shut down my computer when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw this: The Wind Playground. Clearly a joy […]
During another frenzied browse of Google images, I stumbled onto this work of French conceptual artist Daniel Buren. It was created for the Beaufort 03 Contemporary Art by the Sea […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
The creative hand of wind shaped much of the beloved region I call home, known by geographers and all who live here as the Palouse. It straddles state lines between […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
“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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
“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, […]
Before moving forward on a new outdoor sculpture, I wanted to remember an outdoor sculpture I created in 2007. Two Forms was a class project, destined for the trash heap […]