Searching for Roy G Biv - White - updated

White.

 From frost on my windshield 

 to the froth on my cappuccino

 or the arrows found on a NYC building,

 white symbolizes light,

 purity and cleanliness.

 It reminds one of home and

 that magic exists.

White can be hard 

 or soft

and every now and then

just a bit mysterious.

What does white remind you of?

Liz Davidson has snowy whites on a blue day.

Mary Jane has a celestial body of white.

Fiona has the white of peace.

Julie, like me, has a variety of whites.

Ersi has a state of white.
Lisa has mise en place whites.
India has roving whites.
Barry has silvery healing whites.
Christine has playful salty whites.
Elizabeth has brilliant snowy whites.
Karen forecasts snowy whites.
Shipbuilding has wrapped whites.
Velma has snowy whites.

Do you have white?

Reflective

As I sit here in the studio this morning, I find myself reflecting on the week and realizing just how tired I was...physically, mentally, creatively.

Odd that. One would think that a week's vacation would have provided the needed rest. One would think. However, try a week's vacation with very active 5 year old twins and...well...need I say more?

To those who sent a note, whether via this blog, email or Facebook, on my wistfulness during the week and the trials the week included - having to act as a human straight jacket to hold Ellie still enough so she could get the last two vaccinations required to begin kindergarten in the fall with her crying and screaming like a banshee the whole time - I say a most heartfelt Thank you! for your caring, understanding, sharing, wisdom and humor. 

Now...back to art before I get all teary eyed...yeah...I'm a softy at heart, but don't tell anyone.

If you've ever perused the list of my favorite art blogs, you'll have seen Judy's Journal listed. Continually in awe of Judy's work, I found myself reading her new biography and, well...becoming even more in awe of this amazing artist. So inspiring.

Yesterday morning while getting ready to Skype with Pam, the sun was streaming through the window nearest where I'd planned to sit and causing huge reflections on the computer screen. With visions of Elizabeth's - she of be...dream...play - gloriously covered windows dancing in my mind, I hung a piece of tea rusted cotton in hopes of softening the light.

Later, with the afternoon sun streaming in the covered window, I just couldn't resist taking a shot. The studio was bathed in a rusty tea glow.

house shaped sun catcher that was a housewarming gift from Pam when we moved to Connecticut

With shadows and reflections swirling in my creative mind, I walked back into the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator. The refrigerator? you're no doubt thinking. Yep. Our stainless steel refrigerator.

Liz Davidson - this one is for you. For Liz's stunning photos of reflections on her refrigerator, click here.

Here's to a lovely, creative weekend for us all!

The last 2

rust circles #18

 rust circles #17

...until we return from vacation, that is.

PEACE stones by Fiona Dempster

 

Wishing you all a peaceful and creative week.

What if?

what if?
they filled a large gallery space
us - circling your magnificent circle series

That's part of a response left by Elizabeth of Be...Dream...Play... in answer to my query of her thoughts on my idea of making a series of the large rusty circles...with pieces measuring 30" wide x 72" long...and maybe even a few 58-60" squares.

Since reading Elizabeth's lovely answer, I've been seeing it...the gallery space filled with my circles. The funny part...to me...is that normally I can't do this with my own work. Can't see the exhibition. Not really. Not with any clarity. With others' work, yes. My own, no.

Ask Pam. One glance at her work and full blown stories spew forth. She's seen and heard me in action. I look at one of her visually and texturally exquisite works and can see the light playing on a section, can see the movement caused by the stirring of the air as people stroll by or stop to look or simply breathe nearby...can see exactly how it would hang. Can see...

I can do this with a few others' work as well. But never with my own. Not in the same way. Until Elizabeth's comment. By the time Pam and Fiona concurred, my creative mind was on overdrive and the muses were whispering furiously. Nearly everything was sorted out - except the actual location of the exhibit. Two local galleries come to mind and one has distinct possibilities.

Of course, I'm getting way ahead of myself. First, enough work has to be completed and photographed to even be able to apply for a solo show. I'm working on that part. As for the rest, I can see it. Can you?

Breathless

An unexpected gift arrived today that has left me fairly breathless and in total awe of its creator.

Many thanks eb!

Cranberry dreaming

Ever since Elizabeth over at be...dream...play... wrote about cranberry gratitude and mashing cranberry sauce into her journal - which resulted in the most scrumptious shade of...well...cranberry - I've been dreaming about experimenting with my own leftover cranberries.

So today, with all the Thanksgiving company back in their own homes, I dug out the dye pot and hot plate, plugged them in on the deck and set about concocting a home brew of cranberries, blueberries and even a bit of the sauce...cranberry, that is.

The plan is to let the pot simmer until bedtime, then turn it off and let everything cool overnight. I'll unwrap the bundles tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed!