Thursday, September 27, 2012

SIMPLE PLEASURES



 Simple Pleasures by Jason Theaker. See Jason's photos here 

A poem by William Stafford ...

You, Reading This, Be Ready

Starting here, what do you remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
Sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
Than the breathing respect that you carry
Wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
For time to show you some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here, lift this
New glimpse that you found; carry into evening
All that you want from this day. This interval you spent
Reading or hearing this, keep it for life --

What can anyone give you greater than now,
Starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?


Having discovered Jason Theaker's beautiful photography here,  I found his list of Simple Pleasures here which got me thinking about a few simple pleasures in my own life....

Early morning mist in the forest
The slate blue of stormy skies
The smell of wood smoke on an icy breeze
The contented chirp of guinea fowl scratching for food
Walking for miles along an empty beach
Following the cows home at dusk after a day's fishing


A cache of Wild Coast pebbles


A sun beam shining across my desk
Book browsing and coffee 




Soft piles of wood shavings....
Forgetting everything but the piece I'm carving



All photos are mine except for the first photo by Jason Theaker

Thursday, September 20, 2012

FLAGS FOR PEACE



Friday the 21st September is International Day of Peace. People from all over the world are taking part in the flags for peace project to create awareness....

..... even if it's just to fly flags in one's own garden.

I decided to create my flags out of Shweshwe cloth since Shweshwe has a long history in South Africa. Apparently it dates as far back as early Arab and Phoenician trade along the eastern seaboard.

The name Shweshwe is derived from the sound it makes before the starch is washed out. 


The flags have already caused a gentle stir in my neighbourhood. When I put them up in the tree my neighbour's laundry lady told all the neighbours within shouting distance to look at my flags. I don't think they knew it was International Peace Day so it has given them food for thought.

Mary-Jane Dodd has created a blog especially for the project so go here and find out what other participants are doing. There are some very creative flags "flying" for peace.


"flags for peace is a project aimed at uniting those from all over the world in a mindful, cooperative and interactive way" - Mary-Jane Dodd.

 Thank you Mary-Jane for bringing many of us together for this project. See Maire's blog here

....and see here.
Diggity Dog did his best to help hang the peace flags.

Friday, September 14, 2012

THE STORY OF AN AFRICAN QUILT


My wood quilt has been a long time in the brewing ... the tinkering.....
the carving .... and finally the assembling.
I intended to take my time with it but a part of me kept niggling...
it ought to be finished by now.

"I really do prefer to give the ideas time to surface .... and I need to work repetitively with impulses to make them part of my vocabulary or language .... a way has to be found into the rhythm that works ... quite simply". - Sophie Munns

I found my rhythm as I was creating each "patch" of the wood quilt but when it came to putting them all together I lost my way and spent many weeks pondering. Eventually I decided not to "sew" the pieces together as originally planned because the quilt was busy enough and I glued them instead. Even then it was not quite right. Another few weeks of tweaking ensued. On the day I deemed it fit for the gallery it sold to a regular customer who just happened to email me on that very day. It was meant to be!

As with a patchwork quilt made of cloth this piece has memories and stories worked into each square. You can see a few of my ideas here. I kept in mind that in Africa nothing is wasted and had fun using found objects and rusty bits that had been lying around in the bottom of boxes. I also wanted to use elements that reminded me of Africa.

(The name for the piece came to me while I was assembling it, inspired by a favourite book ... The Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner)

Shards from an old African pot.
Pebbles, driftwood and shells from Transkei beaches.
Cowries symbolizing feminine energy and wealth.
White seed beads symbolizing purity and protection, faithfulness, spirituality, holiness.
A carved wooden sun bristling with nails for protection.
Black and white patterns which represent the contrast of:
dark and light
good and evil
male and female

Sunday, September 9, 2012

INTRICATE PLEASURE

Sanctuary XXVII, Exquisite drawings by Naomi Aho

NEST by Marianne Boruch

I walked out, and the nest
was already there by the step. Woven basket
of a saint
sent back to life as a bird
who proceeded to make
a mess of things. Wind
right through it, and any eggs
long vanished. But in my hand it was
intricate pleasure,
even the thorny reeds
softened in the weave. And the fading
leaf mold, hardly
itself anymore, merely a trick
of light, if light
can be tricked. Deep in a life
is another life. I walked out, the nest
already on the step.


Sanctuary XI by Naomi Aho

What is it about a nest that is so magical...
so mysterious?


Sculpture created from found bird's nest and scavenged driftwood by Christopher H. Paquette

Christopher H. Paquette's art statement strikes a chord ....

"This series is an exploration of my emotional involvement with the natural environment and the search for wilderness and solitude as a remedy to societal pressures."

Lizzie Farey

Intricate pleasure .....

"Nests intrigue me because they utilize existing structures, such as trees or architectural features. Processes of accumulation also intrigue me, such as the creation of a bird's nest or the build-up of driftwood on a riverbank". - Laura Ellen Bacon

See Youtube video abou Laura's work here

Jayson Fann from the Spirit Garden

"I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home. because I don't regard a home as a .... well, as a place, a building .... a house .... of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can .... well, nest". - Tennessee Williams
The Eyrie Chair by Floris Wubben (made from steam-bended ash)


Sunday, August 26, 2012

PATCHWORK : SEEN FRESHLY

Lorraine Connelly-Northey

Look at patchwork with fresh eyes.
Quilts made from corrugated iron ....
or rusted drain pipes and fencing wire

Patches of wood .....


Comfort Quilts made from reclaimed steel

Paper and canvas....

.... or used teabags!



Ceramic patches wired together


FRESH by Naomi Shihab Nye

To move
Cleanly.
Needing to be
Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing
From any store.
To lift something
You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?

Sunday, August 19, 2012

AND THE WINNER IS ...................


The winner of the Romare Bearden book and Lynne Perrella notecard pack is ......

Rebeca Trevino !

Congratulations Rebeca ! Please email your details to me and I will get them off to Lynne, ASAP.


Thank you so much Lynne for another excellent review !

Saturday, August 11, 2012

ROMARE BEARDEN / SOUTHERN RECOLLECTIONS

It is always an honor to hand over my blog to well known author, artist and workshop instructor, Lynne Perrella. In today's guest blog post Lynne shares her impressions of the Romare Bearden / Southern Recollections exhibition at the Newark Museum of Art, New Jersey. Leave a comment at the end of the post and you stand a chance to win Lynne's generous gift in the lucky draw. Over to Lynne Perrella......

I have always resonated deeply to artists and writers who are able to resurrect and reconstruct the intense moments/images of childhood, and excavate those memories to create new, compelling works of art. When novelist Alice Munro described the worn dismal linoleum of her childhood home in Canada, she expressed a telling detail that allowed me to “see” the whole house, her town, the community, the era, everything. And Jack Kerouac’s eccentric riffs about his introspective-yet-raucous boyhood on the mean streets of Lowell Massachusetts left me feeling transported and jazzed. American collagist, Romare Bearden (1911 – 1988) had that same singular gift. In this marquee exhibit of over 80 works, he reaches out and embraces fleeting moments in his childhood; and preserves them, fully intact. Every detail, every nuance, every train whistle, every blue note of a harmonica, every squawk of a chicken, every buzz of a bee. Far deeper than memory, much more meaningful than mere nostalgia, the emotion behind the work is intense and gripping, yet strangely soothing.

Bearden’s work is full of push/pull. At first glance, it seems direct and full of contemporary color-blocking. Graphic, strong, modern, full-throttle. But when you approach the work, you find yourself leaning forward to “hear” the narrative; longing to know the stories, and be included. In many of his collages, he seems totally hell bent to “list” and enumerate everything in the scene – the slightly-wonky hurricane lantern on the sideboard, the wide-open doors and windows ever-hopeful for a passing breeze but just as likely to usher in chickens from the yard, piled-high laundry baskets, coverlets and old quilts tossed over stair railings and stuffed into odd corners, and the passing train (always a train) whistling by, so close to the little wooden houses. He has full ownership of these memories and details, he has internalized every nuance, and he uses paper (in all of its variety) to recover and retell his personal story.


He once said “Time is a pattern…..You can come back to where you started from with added experience and you hope for more understanding.” He had complete trust and faith in his own process, and felt assured that he would be able to balance everything that needed to appear in a work, without ever giving up the overall integrity of the collage.The real stars of his collages are the people – the story tellers, the source of all the pathos. Whether they are simply cut from solid colored paper, and shown in dramatic silhouette style…..or an amalgam of mad clippings from magazines/newspapers, cobbled together and strangely cohesive --- People are front-and-center in Bearden’s work. Centerstage, they pull us into the story; and we experience them in a way that is vital and real. We eavesdrop as a group of cotton pickers gather at dawn, their empty sacks at the ready….the men are clearly taking enjoyment in one another’s company, even though a day of crushing brutal labor awaits. They share a grin, a story, a bit of news from another farm. Some look old, seasoned and bent; others are young, muscular and eager-to-be somewhere-else. We stand apart from them, and observe them. Not accepted in their company, but allowed to witness them. Thanks to Bearden.
In another collage, a solitary woman moves through her home, heading for a basket of laundry, engulfed in her routine, as a falling star shoots past a window in a nearby hallway. The unseen glittering star brings us into the story……We suddenly feel regret that the woman, so deserving of magic and beauty, has not seen the star; and it becomes a shared secret between the artist and the viewer.

In Bearden’s collages of blues musicians, we see men assuming a new role for an evening – dressed up in flashy clothes, holding their instruments aloft like badges of honor; they gather in clumps or on makeshift bandstands, and we can easily imagine the ruckus.

One of his often-repeated images was a nude young woman, somewhat odalisque-like, shown bathing; frequently with an older woman nearby provided a protective presence. Thanks to Bearden, we get to inhabit another life, another reality, another time.

Bearden’s work affirms my own feeling that collage is about the art of “Call & Response”. It is an art form that relies on curiosity, spontaneity, and the willingness to let one thing lead to the “next” thing. It urges us to take a different approach, change directions, paint over, keep going, and (best of all) tell our story. “Southern Recollections” is the most definitive exhibit of Bearden’s work I have seen; and the exuberant bounty of this stunning exhibit left me feeling stirred, inflamed, and in awe of this great American visual historian and collage master.

The prize provided by Lynne for the lucky draw is :

#A new copy of THE ART OF ROMARE BEARDEN by Ruth Fine

#A packet of 6 of Lynne Perrella's Bearden "tribute" notecards. You can see these cards on Lynne's website here and Etsy shop here. Please go and have a look at them. They are vibrant and bold and BEAUTIFUL!!! Lynne has used photographs that her husband John took in South Africa during his work as a visiting hospice nurse.

"Romare bearden has been one of my Art influences for decades. When I saw the series of commemorative postage stamps that were recently done in his honor, I wanted to create my own homage. I had no desire to "copy" Bearden, but I wanted to work with his "signature" ideas -- stabs of color, slices of photos, bold compositions, and narrative intensity." - Lynne Perrella

The winner will be announced on the 19th August.
Lynne's website, here and Etsy Shop here
The Newark Museum website here