last weekend, while visiting mom and doing a few fall chores my brother removed the now abandoned nest from the birdhouse (and took another great photo). what a surprise i thought, not just the making of a home from scrap but how the boundary helped define its beauty so. i got to thinking about making things and how we gather bits and pieces from the chaos around us. how little is actually within our reach and how we work within the challenge of our own limitations...how the ultimate shape of all that process defines us. there was a pile of scraps on the studio floor this morning. i was stressing to get organized all week. and so....realizing the pretense of such control, i gave in and simply made it into a nest.
... believe me... making the nest was easier than getting this picture. but i needed to catch that thought. i rested there for a while dreaming and wondering what shape my process will ultimately reveal.
....no plans for posting today but some thoughts got caught and here they are.
....this is where i stitch. especially in the morning, when it is raining and the light is low. it is too dark at the table so i bring the table to me.
.....an old wooden checkerboard has turned into what i call my lapboard.
.....it helps me to keep work flat and portable. the inlaid grid is also handy for lining things up. .....i like to think of my studio of a self portrait as well as a workspace. it contains me. my quiet reflection, my favorite things, my attempt to keep order and at the same time my freedom. it changes a lot. i surround myself with the tools i need to stay sane. i try to maintain a low tech environment that supports growth. yesterday i spent the day with mom. we spent time hanging up old photos on the walls and planning new furniture arrangements. during dinner she turned to me and said "i really stopped living when daddy died..." after a pause she continued..."actually i am not living now. that is why i surround myself with memories. sometimes i wake up in the morning and think to myself why the hell am i still here?" as i was leaving she smiled and said..." i am glad i have you to talk to..." mom's life is her studio. she is just doing a bit of redecorating. (photo by jeff)
....i woke up this morning in better spirits yet confusion seems to hang over me like i constant cloud. it has to do with many changes looming on the horizon. not necessarily bad things, just things that require rearranging and refocusing and re-viewing. things in the back of my mind seem to have shifted position. i have layers of things that are hard to see. maybe i need 3D glasses.(remember those?)
.....i continue to work on the shadow idea. i often layer as a process but now i am experimenting with partial view and silhouette. the september TIF, (the list as a WIP) which i consider finished for the challenge....has morphed into the second in the transition series. the new discharge using that tree motif is done on hand dyed linen gauze. the same gauze that i used to display and reveal some of the moons at the beginning, the spiral cutouts placed under the gauze allow some change to the movement..... what i imagine might happen if a strange wind blew in and transformed the dancing of the branches into a more organized motion.
some changes i am planning include leaving flickr on some level, setting up my categories by project, and posting a bit less often for now. i think these will be the first of many in my own transition series.
and a new plan for giving....i have joined tonya in this effort. how about you?