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What If…?
What if these shapes were larger? An array of large shapes on a wall? What if these were made of metal? Made of cloth glued to fabric? What if these shapes were three-dimensional and planted like trees on a grassy knoll? What if they were swimming in a huge aquarium gently bumping into each other…
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Line Dance
It’s all an unorganized line dance with pieces trading places; moving down, up, and sideways; and shuffling back and forth. A few get the boot while a few others make their first appearance on the dance floor. Then the dancing comes to an abrupt halt. Gotcha. And my hand grabs the jar of paste.
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Momentarily…Doom
As I was working yesterday on a piece, I messed up a cutout while pasting it. The fear perked up that I surely would ruin the piece by trying to correct the mistake. This is not such an uncommon feeling. Every so often something happens that momentarily highlights doom! The piece can go any which…
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A Handy Tool
My small, silver digital camera that fits so nicely into the palm of my hand; that survives being tossed, dropped, dangled, and banged about from place to place; is a handy tool I have come to rely on. After laying out the cutouts, all I need to do is snap an image to record which…
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Lookin’ Good, or Not
Moments of assessment are the guardians of my creative process. I enjoy taking a step back, looking at the whole piece, and asking some direct questions. How can I make this better? How are the color interactions? What does it need? What do I need to subtract? or rearrange? Attentive looking. I’m connected to the…
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Time For Art
As a teacher, it is true that there is always one more thing to do. And so, a wall of reasons to not have time for art can imperiously blockade my creative impulses. However, let me be honest, I put up those walls. I can be a whiner. I am the one that moans: “I…
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Hard to Soft
A lot of ideas, feelings, and images keep me company as I work. Recently, one of those ideas wiggled its way past the others and firmly called for a softer, warmer statement rather than the geometric shapes and hard angles I had been working with. Keeping the grid, and keeping things simple, I settled on…
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Lodi 2010
Paris 1969. I am at the bottom of a long marble staircase in the Louvre. At the top is the Nike of Samothrace. I was spellbound. Totally entranced by the beauty, the history, the powerful aura of this marble statue. I was lost in the moment. The moment was mine. If anyone was around, I…
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The Waiting Game
Almost 7 years ago, with minimalism in mind, I tore some rectangular pieces of white paper and attached torn white rectangles in a grid. The result was flat. (How does Robert Ryman do it and Agnes Martin: How did she do it? You know, make something out of not too much.) But, I didn’t throw…
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7.18.10
Some beginnings get to the layout stage and stop. I may feel that something is there to explore further, but I am not behind it enough to continue. So, they hang around for me to linger over. Hmmmm.
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