Wednesday, July 29, 2009

New Digs


Well after almost two months, I am STILL moving! We moved the household already which took weeks, packing... actual moving took a couple of days and then cleaning, spackling, etc. I am still unpacking boxes. Then I take those boxes to my studio and repack them (hurriedly) and throw them in my Jeep, and drive them home only to do it again an hour or two later.
I now officially HATE being a pack rat. I am temped to give up art all together! Being an artist you make things, and often I make things out of junk I collect, then you have to store said things! That is unless by some miracle they sell, then you're in luck, someone else has to store it! :-) So I head to the studio again tonight *sigh* Hopefully I won't become completely disheartened at the site of things. When you drive away with your car full, you feel you accomplished a lot, and then when you come back you see you hardly put a dent in the mountain of stuff! However when the studio is up and running I will be excited to possibly join a group in my area that do open studio tours once a month. We'll see!

Local German Food


Hey if you're local and you love The German Cafe in downtown Wilmington then vote them one of the best German restaurants in America! I get their soup almost everyday and LOOOOOOVE their Napoleans, but my spare tire needs deflating so I don't get those much anymore. They have a fab selection of sandwiches and their house dressing is great. I have purchased it on the side to take to parties and people always ask me about it. If you haven't tried the German Cafe you'd better!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Polynesian Pop


"Oh we're goin' to a hukilau...."
Took Robert and Meredith to the Tiki bar in CB. One of my favorite spots. I figure the only way to combat the feeling that I would much rather live in the mountains to Washington state is to immerse myself in a sort of tropical tiki kitsch fantasy world. then when I am sweating in the rusty Jeep at an interminably long stop light in the blazing sun, hell, in other words, I can imagine myself somewhere else, on a breezy beach with a tropical drink and flowers in my hair.
We were lucky enough to catch the Da Howlies. Awesome dudes... have enjoyed my cd today. They'll be back again in a month.
I just can't get enough. I have searched the internet for tiki swizzle sticks, carved tikis, how to carve tikis... in fact I started searching for who tiki actually is! (in many Polynesian myths he's the first man) I guess somewhere in my youth I equated tikit bars with mirth. My parents adored the Enchanted Tiki room in Disneyland when we lived in San Diego in the late 60's. They and my grandparents had tiki mugs from Bali Hi and other bars. My grandmother adored anything tropical and anything with coconut in it. So I naturally grew up thinking anything Polynesian must be completely magical. So I have always harbored a love of Tiki. I tortured my fellow prom comitee folks in high school. I got appointed their evil overseer and insisted we create EA Laney's gym into a tropical wonderland replete with glowing, smoking 10 foot high volcano. I made 40 paper mache parrots, cut bamboo myself to transform the bathrooms and cut out hundreds of giant tropical leaves. The sophomore servers wore sarongs I thought it was fantastic. Not everyone enjoyed it. They all wanted a southern antebellum plantation theme with a giant white Bellamy mansion and belle gowns. I thought that was lame and over done and frankly unfair to those who were not privileged white plantation owners decendents. Anyway, my love of tiki lives on. there are two rubbermaid storage containers in my attic full of strings of tiki lights, grass skirting, silk leis, palm leaf platters, tiki shot glasses.
I mean its fun! You can't sing Pearly Shells while thinking about biopsies or cell phone bills, or dental crowns.
".....by the ocean, lying on the shore, shining in the sun... when I see them, my heart tells me I love you more than all the little pearly shells!"

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Abby Spangel Perry






I want to share a friend and colleague of mine's fabulous artwork! Abby Spangel Perry
I FREAKED over her thesis work. I'm sure you will too!
Check out her site.



I keep trying to get her to scan and print this one and put it one Etsy. I think she's investigating the most ecologically sound way to do so. I'll keep ya'll posted!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Mahalo!


When looking up the Hawaiian word "mahalo" I was intrigued to read that the greeting aloha and mahalo have far deeper meanings in Hawaiian indigenous culture. While not terribly surprising, we westerners have a great way of generalizing, diluting, homogenizing and eventually denuding most beautiful places and cultures. Polynesians, as many indigenous cultures, believe that things can carry great power, even words. While we don't often focus on it we know even today how powerful words are. We as modern westerners take it for granted, even forget it at times! But we know words can create, change and even harm. Try using them to heal. Say something kind to yourself. You deserve it.

Aloha:
[Alo = presence, front, face] + [hâ = breath]
"The presence of (Divine) Breath."

Mahalo:
[Ma = In] + [hâ = breath] + [alo = presence, front, face]
"(May you be) in (Divine) Breath."

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Squid Ascending


Here's my new print!
Its available in a couple of sizes. The big 'un, 9"x 28" is gorgeous!
Its a fine art giclee, Epson archival ink on 100% rag Arches watercolor paper.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Karuna compassion....

as I head off to dreamland....

Faun - Andro

Yes! Faun is awesome! Makes me want dreadlocks...

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

`Eia `oe


a gorgeous drawing in graphite by Albert Weight check out his other work!


Well the heat is here. And yes it's terrible. Too make myself feel better, I like delving into my love of island or coastal cultures, ancient Mediterraneans, Polynesians... So I thought I'd share an interesting article "Moku`ula-The Future is in the Past" So if you're interested in archeology and history check it out!
And did you know the Hawaii people have over 130 words for rain, and over a 160 for types of wind. What a beautiful thought.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Bald Head Island -Woods Gallery







I will be over on Bald Head Island, at the Woods Gallery, in the late afternoon on June 27th demonstrating jewelry techniques at a meet the artist event. Nick Mowers will join me and demonstrate some of his methods as well. There'll be new work from us both. Should be a great evening over on the island!

Bald Head Island, once called Smith's Island, is a piece of land in the mouth of the Cape Fear River where it opens to the sea. It is accessible only by ferry and no cars are allowed on the island. There a few buildings and a lighthouse that date to the island's early history, homes for the small fishing community and the lighthouse keeper. The lighthouse, nicknamed Old Baldy, is the oldest in NC and was built in 1817. The village of Bald Head Island now is home to luxury homes, golf community, marina and a few shops and restaurants.




Sunday, June 7, 2009

Evening Beach Walk




North End






Here are some pics from Robert and I's walk the other evening. Check out these funky dunescapes! the wind had carved funny little mushrooms and miniature landscapes from the hard and soft sand.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Just Added!




I just added new items to my etsy shop!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Tweet!


guess where I am now......

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Spark


One of my favorite musicians has a radio show! Check it out: The Spark with Tift Merritt!

"How do you light a spark?
How do you make something true?
How does art happen?

It is a funny thing to fall in love with a work of art and wonder about the person behind it.

Isn't it funny how many interesting people we all cross paths with, and wouldn't it be great, rather than just making small talk, if you could simply cut to the chase and ask for the good stuff. Well, that's what The Spark is to me. It's my chance to meet the real people behind great works of art and ask them how they've lived and worked, how they've stayed true to themselves and how they've become great artists." -Tift

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Finding Voice


In a yahoo group that I am involved in an excerpt from an interview was shared with Rice Freeman-Zachary In which she was asked to give advice to artists starting out. Her comments were great and were about the whole ball of wax of work and practice to become and artist. I really enjoyed her statements and thought I'd add my own.
The young people I teach at CFCC often say to me things like: "I don't think art should be graded. Or why are you making us do it THAT/YOUR way? Or why should it be better or perfect? there shouldn't be any 'perfect' in art, it should just be fun right?" Wrong.... Personally, most of them are just trying to get out of work or get away with sloppy, lazy projects. I constantly have to explain to them that they are in SCHOOL, and there have to be criteria of judging whether or not they did the work and "got" the concepts to earn the credit. And I have to constantly stress "craftsmanship". I have to over and over again explain that you don't learn a process jut watching me do it, or just doing it once. Musicians don't play a scale once and go, "Great, that's done. I'm all ready for Carnegie Hall now!" Why should we? A singer finds their voice through work so should an artist. But it is so hard to get across the concepts of artistic "work" to a button pushing,
vending machine society. There are reasons we use the word "art" and "body of work" in the same sentence (and have for hundreds of years). We are elevating a craft to another level when we use the word "art" or "aesthetic". We are working to perfect, or better yet achieve something. As Rice says you have to decide what that is. Working at your love can, and usually is, fun. When we work we discover. Accidents happen just as in a lab and the scientist discovers an new formula through trial and error. Our studios or dining room tables should be viewed as the crucibles and labs where we "work" out our visual play and hopefully arrive at "Art" however we define it.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Messages from the Gods

I have a seed of an idea.....
It began a few weeks ago. My father was involved with a group of fishermen who took some veterans fishing through the Wounded Warrior Program. Then my student Jim had his accident. I discussed with his family the possibilities for metalworking, being his new passion, giving him goals through the physical therapy and regaining the use of his hands. It started my thinking about how many people in the last year have not only caught the bug of metalsmithing through my classes, but have also been transformed by its power both mentally and spiritually.
Art has long been seen to be therapeutic. But in our area there is a lack of organization around this field. There are very few schools where you can receive training over here on the east coast. There is only one organization here in Wilmington that even comes close to using art therapy (forgive me if I am ignorant of others) and I know one individual who's come to use it in her counseling of the grieving.

As I drove home from visiting Jim in the hospital I was visited by the gods.
I had an epiphany. The sad thing about it is I am only one person with limited recources in order to make my cockamamy idea happen. But I figure if I invest time and energy in it, little by little, it may grow. Step one is to give it life.
Here it is...this is a little scary....
The Hephaestus Foundation "Forging new lives through craftsmanship."
There I said it.
Some things just want to be born. But birth is never an easy process.

Who is Hephaestus?
He is the Greek god of the forge and the patron of artists and craftsmen. He was born deformed and was thrown out of heaven by his mother Hera and fell to earth for nine days. He was rescued by two sea nymphs one of them a Nereid, Thetis... (you may already now my fascination with these ladies). Some tales tell they nursed and healed him in a cave for nine years (Nine being a significant number in ancient tales and numerology- its 2009 BTW). Hephaestus transmutes his pain and suffered and plight into creation. He becomes the one they all go to for beautiful, magical creations, Hermes helmet and winged shoes, Achilles armor, Pandora's box. In fact he is asked by Zeus to make Pandora herself out of clay.
Hephaestus forges beauty out of adversity, creation out of smoke, fire and sadness. In the words of Martha Graham, "Fire is the making of gold, adversity the making of men."

What will this someday foundation do?
Offer outreach programs for victims of war, violence and poverty that involve metalsmithing, blacksmithing, jewelry making workshops as well as other fine crafts like bookmaking, art journalling, mixed media, sculpture and clay.
We will spearhead the building of community metals studios, forges, and art workshops.
We'll orchestrate workshops for Wounded Warriors, victims of domestic violence, the grieving, the clinically depressed, caregivers of the elderly and special needs children(for they need rejuvenation!) and anyone else in need of the transmutative properties of creation. We'll offer scholarships for those people and their children to get training as metalsmiths, blacksmiths, potters, sculptors, or art therapists.

This is from Hephaestus-The Lame Creative Hero an article by Yael Haft

"It transpires that when we accept ourselves both outwardly and inwardly as we are, because this is our personal universe, and are ready to encounter whatever befalls us with an inner courage and an authentic relationship towards ourselves and others, as well as learn to better our lives by utilizing whatever lies within us with inner respect - there is a possibility for development and transformation. Hephaestus, as an archetypal figure, can serve us as a model and a guide to relate differently to the inferior, different, injured, lame and rejected side that so many of us carry within us to a varying degree. Hephaestus knew to contain the emptiness, the lack and turn it into fullness. He was not a victim of the fire, not even of the fire burning within as anger, hate and blame, but knew how to transform and use this energy of fire as the melting and welding pot of his character and personality, as well as using it to build, create and utilize sustaining forces....Homer was right in saying that Hephaestus taught man to work. To work on himself and for his life."

Now I have to figure out how to make it so...
Especially when I have so many other irons in the fire!

Friday, May 15, 2009