Showing posts with label Magdalena Abakanowicz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magdalena Abakanowicz. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

COCOONS .... PODS .... RECEPTACLES

 The hands of fiber artist, Maria Hwang Levy by photographer Eric Swansen. See more of Eric's beautiful photographs here.

seeds
encased
until the time is ripe
for new life
new thoughts
new ideas 

Maria Hwang Levy. See Maria's amazing work at her website here

"These vessels are receptacles for my thoughts, memories and feelings."  -  Maria Hwang Levy

Bronwyn Berman. See website here.

"The pod form is deeply 'known', an encapsulation of life to come, a concentration or distillation of all that is complex in nature, containing seeds of new life, of the promise of transformation to new form."  -  Bronwyn Berman

Geopods by Bronwyn Berman. See website here

"I love the look and texture of the woven form, weaving is women's work, and the forms are female in their nature, seed pods are givers of life, and the pods have a torso kind of quality . "  - Bronwyn Berman

 Ceramic pod forms by Debra Fleury. See more at Debra's blog here.

Debra Fleury. See more here

Seed Pod Rattles by Demetria Chappo. See blog here


 Marisa Molin (cocoon of twigs, screws, zipper ties and copper wire) See website here  and Face Book page here


Donna Anderson. See website here

Pat Hickman. See website here

Susanne Klemm coats natural objects in a fine layer of polyolefin or epoxy. See more here

Susanne Klemme. See more here


Scott Cardamatis & Joseph Saad. See more here

Magdalena Abakanowicz. Website here


 I couldn't resist this image doing the rounds on Pinterest. I 've not managed to find the artist.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

WEAVE, WEAVING, WOVEN


I found a beautiful poem by Adrienne Rich which transported me to a cosy spot beside the Aga in a farm kitchen long ago. I picture a woman sitting with head bowed over her handwork. Perhaps she is weaving or crocheting, sewing, sketching, collaging .... or even carving.

"..... Vision begins to happen in such a life
as if a woman quietly walked away
from the argument and jargen in a room
and sitting down in the kitchen,
began turning in her lap
bits of yarn, calico and velvet scraps
laying them out absently on the scrubbed boards
in the lamplight, with small rainbow-colored shells
sent in cotton-wool from somewhere far away,
and skeins of milkweed from the nearest meadow -
original domestic silk, the finest findings -
and the dark petal of petunia,
amid the dry dark brown lace of seaweed;
not forgotten either, the shed silver
whisker of the cat,
the spiral of paper-wasp-nest curling
beside the finch's yellow feather.
Such a composition has nothing to do with eternity,
the striving for greatness, brilliance -
only with the musing of the mind
one with her body, experienced fingers quietly pushing
dark against bright, silk against roughness,
pulling the tenets of a life together
with no mere will to mastery,
only care for the many-lived, unending
forms in which she finds herself ..... "

- Adrienne Rich, Transcendal Etude




When fiber artist and bush sculptor, Janine McAullay Bott first began weaving she recalls that "Something came over me. I'd never weaved an object in my life, yet it felt like I'd been doing it forever. That feeling went from my heart right through to the tips of my fingers. I haven't been able to stop since."

"I like to call a weave a thought I had. Sometimes I'd just sit there and think about my grandfather or my mother and my hands would keep going - like they had a mind of their own" - Jane McAullay Bott


If you are a basket maker you have probably visited Tim Johnson's studio photo blog, here. Not only are his baskets wonderful but his photography is outstanding too.




Woven bottles by Mary Giles


Gurage basket, Ethiopia

If you would like to see more images, visit my WEAVE board at Pinterest, here.

See video, Gapuwiyak's Women With Clever Hands, here.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

TURN WHEEL TURN



I sit in front of the computer,
captivated by images.
Minutes turn into hours.
It suddenly occurs to me that
my life is ticking away
while I sit transfixed.
Day into night into day
and though I sleep at the usual time
the next day finds me
back in front of the computer .
Should I be worried
that I'm perfectly happy
enclosed in a box,
while the world keeps turning
on the other side of these four walls ...
or so it seems.



Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
to something new, to something strange;
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I'm loving the wheeled contraptions of Dina Merhav. Take a look at her website here.


Flight by Dina Merhav


Live Fence by Dina Merhav. See website here.


Magdalena Abakanowicz

Mari Skarp. See website here.


Dandelion by Jake Beckman. See more bicycle art here.


Look carefully for the bicycles in this piece by Arman. Website here.