I was so lucky to be invited as a Feature Artist in Jules Sterp's 7 Before 7 Blog Review http://blaine.org/sevenimpossiblethings/?p=1461#comment-61390
It was quite an honor and the page turned out beautifully - thanks so much!
MY ART WEEK:
This has been a busy "art" week with last Friday's opening at the Renaissance Center in Dickson, TN for their Regional Exhibition, plus electrician in the studio working on the new lighting and expanded outlets (encaustic work uses A LOT of electricity), and to cap off the week, I attended a great workshop with my art buddy, Aletha Carr (www.alethacarr.com) at the Nashville Public Library. It was co-taught by Ellen Rust (a poet/educator www.awakeningthewriter.com ) and visual artist Sue Mulcahy (whose work/series "Open To The Night" is now on exhibit at the library gallery).
We began with responsive mark making using graphite. We learned to express, through marks, the sound of music and the smell of ginger, lemon, banana. It was enlightening to view the similarities of another artist's expression of the same sense.
At left is my exercise, directions were: beginning with graphite mark, create a lifeline without lifting the graphite from the surface.
I began in the lower right hand corner, dragging and twisting the graphite to create "blooms" which represent my children and other major relationships, as I near the end at the upper left, my line becomes stronger and more focused - a direct correlation to my life.
Following a lovely lunch from the Provence Cafe, we began the writing responses, writing free-style about objects provided (roots/pine cone/antler, of which we chose one) and a word ticket drawn from an envelope (I used root and the word "good").
Here is my response to the visual image of the ROOT and my word ticket/GOOD:
Roots can be good.
Roots can be bad.
Fed from the well where I am found.
Layers upon layers,
filtered through time.
Good for cleansing or poisoning the vine.
Good for growth - spreading wide,
Infiltration,
rooted in time.
Knotted and twisted,
grasping for air -
held in the hands of earth's mellow fair.
Tangled and battered,
growing and spreading -
tripping me up, trials above.
Roots condescend and fed with bile,
cutting them out can take quite a while.
Pulling and digging,
Cutting, then mending,
Roots can be good, but mine are offending.
Offending the nurture needed and expected,
tainting the cord of mother to child.
Uprooting the past to discard in time.
Toxic. Burning. Poisonous vine.
Uprooted now,
seeking new earth,
re-birthed and replanted - unrooted divine
Free now to spread, to grow and to grasp.
Now unencumbered of poisonous past.
Growing inward and outward,
Good has been summoned,
sweetness of new water erasing the past.
Antidote found.
Time will allow,
roots will hold onto good things
that last.
Roots will refine,
no longer confine.
After several responses we adjourned to the gallery and wrote responses to various of Sue Mulcahy's Exhibit http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080921/ENTERTAINMENT0507/809210326/1069/ENTERTAINMENT05 and then shared with one another.
Here is my response to Sue Mulcahy's "Close Is Not Enough" drawing:
Internal scapes
Chasms divide
Peering at memories
Revealing and reveling
Veering forward
Pulled from the past
Grasping transcendence
Clasping remnants.
Traversing
Dissolving
Signposts and markers
misleading, benign.
Sequence chaotic
Silhouetted and open
deluge divine
Unbalanced, then broken
Sutured and knifed
Evoking wholeness
bound by time.
I attempted another response to "Open To The Night":
Veiled in the darkness
Formless and thick.
Coating the earth
Clinging and clawing.
Queries are spoken
Descending and dim
Near far
remembrance
echo and utterance
Filtering bright
sky meets earth
horizon enlighten
breaking the dearth
the spirits
soaring and sighing
Upward and outward
absorbing moments
cradling time
unseen, unspoken
protected from site
needless emotions
bound and unbroken
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It was an amazing day shared by all.
Read MoreWhat My Kindergarten Report Card Says About Me
"My Kindergarten Progress" (7"h x 5"w, encaustic on board with attachments) reveals so much to me as I view the years through the veil of time.
Many things still ring true, that I do indeed still "LOVE TO TAKE PART IN ART ACTIVITIES."
But what is so poignant to me is the fact the teacher felt the need to state other things, as well:
"The difficult spelling of Sher's last name has made it difficult for her to learn" - obviously I was scarred for life, barred from the learning I so desperately sought.
Creating "My Last Name Was Creekbaum" (5"h x 8"w, encaustic on board) was just as cathartic as I reviewed my assessment. I rejoice that my mother so lovingly stored this and many pieces of my childhood art. Because of her forethought, I re-discovered and was reintroduced to myself as a child.
Somethings never change: Unbeknownst at the time I was dyslexic and STILL "Need Improvement" in that area of knowing "my right from left".
Although time goes by, I can still see myself in that little brown- toothed girl (I had two crescent shaped "milk" teeth for my two front teeth) and recognize her spirit in my kindergarten progress report . . . and again in this image from 1st grade.
Though much heartache has happened since I was an innocent kindergartener, there is still a sense of unbounded joy to be had in life.
Celebrate the child you once were and try to relive the innocence and beauty of discovering a new butterfly in a color you've never seen before and in wading in creeks (that were really just sewers) and making mud pies. Live your life like an innocent child: one day, one moment, one breathe at a time.
Protect the innocence of the children your life - encourage their curiosity, celebrate their efforts, dry their tears. But most of all, speak with them about life and what it means and how important they are to the world.
"you, too, are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars . . . " excerpt from the Desiderata of Happiness, by Max Ehrmann
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