Tuesday, May 30, 2006

A weekend of art and leisure

As promised, here is the assemblage I created during my 'studio time' on Friday. It's called 'they fly silently.' During one of my walks with Max, I saw a wire birdcage hanging from a tree and the idea to make a miniature version in which to hang a transparency struck me. It's perfectly imperfect and not a project for the faint of fingers. Thanks to Stampassion for carrying Artchix fabulous transparency sheets, as well as the wire, beads and Lumiere paints. That's where most of my supplies originate!
On Sunday, for a change of scenery, I took Max over to the town park instead of our normal walk around the local school campus. It's amazing how hard it sometimes is just to break oneself out of the normal routine, but what a great feeling when you finally just do it!
My favorite piece of trail runs along a high, rocky ridge looking down over the Mohawk River, and it's so serene at five o'clock in the morning, with mist coming off the river, and ducks wading in the gentle current. I kept thinking, I have to tell Scott about this... we should have a picnic here - what a treasure right here in town...and then I remembered as I saw the multiple bbq grills and picnic tables that I didn't just find this great spot -- it's the "town park" -- oh crap, that means other people will be here too...ick. Did I mention that I've become somewhat of a recluse in recent years? I just crave silence and solitude a lot more, so I guess that means I'll have to keep getting up at dawn -- good news for Max!
And just a final note... if the photos accompanying this blog are all over the place, it's because I haven't figured out how to flow text around them. It's maddening as a graphic artist not to be able to do this simple function, but blogging is a different universe!!





9 comments:

Jesse said...

That last nature picture looks like the cliff at Grammy's. I wonder if Tina also thought "what a high rocky ridge looking down over the cliff with the mist and the trash", before she hit her head on the refrigerator. I think she may have seen a birdcage like yours on her way down.

xoxo

stranger said...

I would like to buy a dozen of these!!

Rob said...

Hi there sisser,
You know your favorite brother in-law always checks in on his sisser. I will always continue to support you no matter how crazy things get. This is quite lengthily but important for all to read. While reading your blog today I found one of your statements quite profound. It is very hard to explain to the average person why I do the things I do and why I always take the road less traveled. I have found myself always going in the opposite direction and doing my own thing and in my younger years not really knowing why. But through my journey and watching people make mistakes I always wondered what makes people do that and why do and why they always travel in groups? My successes started very young and I will always share it with people who are sincere and believe they can still learn, grow, and develop at any age. When I hear people say things that make sense to me I respond knowing they may listen. The following sentence you wrote in your blog is probably the hardest thing to do in life and yet you fought the urge to beat down the same path. Though a small scale the step you took was actually a leap. As humans we always do what is comfortable to us and end up allot of times in a rut (which is just a grave with the ends kicked out). The poem attached is my favorite poem and is the way I have lived since I was able to make my own decisions.

On Sunday, for a change of scenery, I took Max over to the town park instead of our normal walk around the local school campus. It's amazing how hard it sometimes is just to break oneself out of the normal routine, but what a great feeling when you finally just do it!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost

Misty Mawn said...

very cool piece!~

Thank you so much for your sweet comments to my blog! xo

Misty

DEW said...

I love your little girl in the bird cage! She's precious! And the photos are so peaceful - makes you want to walk right into them!!

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