Sunday, November 3, 2013

THE WOOD GATHERERS

 Tracey Deep is a floral sculptor inspired by nature. See more here

There is nothing quite like 
the feeling of calm that envelopes one 
when out gathering 
I love returning from a walk
laden with bouquets of drift wood
I'm drawn to driftwood colours
soft greys, warm woodiness, sun bleached naturals.
Wood, tossed about in the sea
the edges rubbed smooth by sand and water.

 North Carolina artist Patrick Dougherty create's freeform sculptures woven together out of branches. See website here.

As a boy, Patrick Dougherty gathered twigs. He began "drawing" with sticks and later he used saplings and tree cuttings found along hydro lines to create his magnificent sculptures.


Patrick Dougherty gathering branches. Website here.

"It seems like humans have to continuously struggle with ideas about nature and redefining our relationship with the natural world. Domesticated gardens versus the wilderness are part of a worldwide discussion and part of my (our) inner conflict. Certainly gardens are a kind of rendition of the unfettered wilds. Shrubs, trees, flowers and grass become commodities and are forced into human geometry. I try to free the surfaces of my work using sticks as a drawing material, work them in such a way they look like they are escaping those chains of being planted in a row. I imagine that the wilderness lurks inside my forms and that it is an irrepressible urge."  -  Patrick Dougherty

I enjoyed John Grande's interview with Patrick.


Large scale temporary sculptures from materials gathered in the nearby landscape by Patrick Dougherty

"It seems that people like gardens and grass, but they desperately desire a connection to wilderness" - Patrick Dougherty


"Tree Fall" by Andy Goldsworthy. The ceiling and suspended tree branch have been covered in clay. Goldsworthy has succeeded in creating a "Hobbit hole". Read about this new installation here. 

Andy Goldsworthy with his installation, Tree Fall

"I enjoy the freedom of just using my hands and "found" tools -- a sharp stone, the quill of a feather, thorns. I take the opportunities each day offers: if it is snowing, I work with snow, at leaf-fall it will be with leaves; a blown-over tree becomes a source of twigs and branches. I stop at a place or pick up a material because I feel that there is something to be discovered. Here is where I can learn."  -  Andy Goldsworthy


Islamic/Meso America by Loren Eiferman. Website here

"The wood, for me, is now a line in space created by hundreds of smaller pieces of wood jointed together to create one sculpture. To create my work, I usually begin with a drawing, an intention of what direction I want my sculpture to go in. I start out each day with a walk in the woods and gather sticks that have fallen to the ground."  -  Loren Eiferman

 Black Hole by Loren Eiferman. Website here.


Loren Eiferman. Website here

Roger Ackling "draws" on found wood with a ray of sunlight through a magnifying glass. 
I know! Amazing!
Found wood assemblage by Roger Ackling. See more here.

Assemblage by Roger Ackling

Flying machine by Wim Del Arte. Blog here.

Wim Del Arte spends many a day out walking along the banks of La Palma, gathering drift wood and found objects. He then creates the most amazing array of art with his lucky finds. The flying machine is assembled from driftwood, aluminium, copper, rusted metal, bits of twisted plastic and spark plugs found on the beach of Tazacourt.

"Collectors are happy people"  -  Goethe

Monday, October 21, 2013

A SHORT STORY


It seems that I've been busy
Not really...
A lot on my mind 
while I carve and tweak 
small carvings for a special order


I've been keeping a secret ....


but now I can share it with you....


It is a cold dark night 
The heavens open 
and much to my daughter's consternation
we follow the children onto the veranda 
Why are we outside in a blizzard?
J has found a bird nest with babies in it
Come and look
My daughter puts on her happy face 
and goes out into the rain
The nest is in a ticky creeper at eye level 
She peers into the nest
Her face registers shock
My future son in law
drops to his knee 
She says yes


Thursday, October 10, 2013

STILLNESS FOR JUGGLERS

 Andrew Wyeth

POEM FOR SOMEONE WHO IS JUGGLING HER LIFE by Rose Cook

This is a poem for someone
who is juggling her life.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.

It needs repeating
over and over
to catch her attention
over and over
because someone juggling her life
finds it difficult to hear.

Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
Let it all fall sometimes.

I found the poem at Shawna Lemay's blog, Calm Things. If you are needing a little quiet time, wander over and feel the calm enveloping you as you read each post.



 Her room by Andrew Wyeth


Solo by Natalie Urazmetova

Calm by Neva Gagliano

Afternoon, Tasman Sea, New Zealand by Chip Hooper

Early morning mist flowing down a valley on the South Downs near Brighton by Finn Hopson


Photo by wariatka at deviantart


Fall Leaves in a Row by Shawna Lemay. See blog here.

Friday, October 4, 2013

THE COMFORT OF TEA

Lise Carruthers. See more work by Lisa here  and here

 The Tray by Naomi Shihab Nye

Even on a sorrowing day
the little white cups without handles
would appear
filled with steaming hot tea
in a circle on the tray,
and whatever we were able
to say or not say,
the tray would be passed,
we would sip
in silence,
it was another way
lips could be speaking together,
opening on the hot rim,
swallowing in unison.


 Watanabe Takayuki. Click here

"Tea is an act complete in it's simplicity. 
When I drink tea, there is only me, and the tea. 
The rest of the world dissolves. 
There are no worries about the future. 
No dwelling on past mistakes. 
Tea is simple: Loose-leaf tea, hot pure water, a cup. 
I inhale the scent, tiny delicate pieces of the tea floating above the cup. 
I drink the tea, the essence of the leaves becoming a part of me."
- Thich Nhat Hanh

Belocq Tea Atelier

"When tea is made with water drawn from the depth of mind, We really have what is called a tea ceremony." - Toyotomi Hideyoshi


Tea Infusers found on Tumblr

Tea Pot by Petr Novak  on Pots and Tea blog, here


Ceramics by Petr Novak on Pots and Tea blog , here

 Raimund Matros on Flickr. Click

Image found on Tumblr

I love the thought of drinking tea from an exquisite tea bowl
I'm searching for just the right one

Black sandstone tea bowls by Kambe Chinatsu at Oli Oli. 

Robin Welch. 

The Frog,  eggshell porcelain tea bowl by Jane Reumert.

Colin Hopkins

Swedish style

Found on Tumblr

Saturday, September 21, 2013

FLAGS FOR PEACE 2013


The 21st of September is International Peace Day. 
Last year shwe-shwe flags flew in this same tree. 
This year I decided to fly wooden flags.
The pink Epiphytic Orchids are in bloom,
Purple Crested Loeries are calling and 
the sun is trying to come out from behind the clouds.
To me it's a perfect day!
 Happy Peace Day everyone! 

Mary Jane Dodd has invited artists from all over the world to take part, here.  
I think you will be inspired by all the different flags flying for peace.


A peace flag sent to me from the States by Lyle. (Click here) Lyle is creating a series of women walking in search of peace. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

THIN STICKS WALKING

 Tidal Marks, Saltburn by Ruth Stage.  See more of Ruth's beautiful egg tempera paintings here.


Thin Sticks Walking by Annie Kerr

Thin sticks, walking. Tumbleweed dot of
dog runs beside them and away like a
looping thread. Fading smaller they are
merging with ground bound rain of mirage
shimmer, where refraction pulls their
movements into a staccato dance from a 
chaotic pen. They break up like static, hit
the lip before they fall into the abyss of 
distance too far to see.

And after their falling

the stillest space. Endless sand.
Forever sky reflecting in the mirror of
shallows. A canvas that shows the
tiniest change. It waits for a new word
on an empty page.

Read more about British artist, Ruth Stage,  here  


 When I discovered Ruth Stage's paintings  Annie Kerr's poem came to mind. I'm sure you can see why.


 Paintings by Ruth Stage. 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

ESCAPE TO THE MOUNTAINS


"Do you know what I need? To escape to the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil."  --  Lyrics by Les Discrets


.... and that is exactly what we did
We escaped to the mountains for four wondrous days



Wherever we went
through forests 
or up mountain slopes
we could hear water
gurgling
baboons barking
sharp warnings
that we were approaching



The baboon population seems to have increased since we were there last.



Some spent time on the roof
Others foraged the grass for snacks
in the hotel gardens.
We watched babies doing somersaults 
on the lawn outside our room
I'm convinced they were showing off 
because we were watching them.



I was thrilled that I managed to photograph the Bee Eaters before they flew off, though this image is far better.


The Poet Dreams of the Mountain 

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking
The rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping
Under the pines or, above them, on unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
That we have smothered for years now, a century at least.
I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,
And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All the urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.

-- Mary Oliver






"But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected to everything'"  --  Alan Watts

I take a photo of this dam every time we go. It is always so peaceful and a soothing introduction to our holiday.