Taman Vanscoy - Painter
Libby Ganong - Fiber and Leather Artist
Rey Alfonso - Painter
Mind's Eye Journals - Bookmaking
Marina Terauds - Printmaker
Meanwhile, I'm in desperation for a nature walk. More leaves for templates and meals for my mind.
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Taman Vanscoy - Painter Libby Ganong - Fiber and Leather Artist Rey Alfonso - Painter Mind's Eye Journals - Bookmaking Marina Terauds - Printmaker Meanwhile, I'm in desperation for a nature walk. More leaves for templates and meals for my mind. It dawned on me that I can share my experiences from yesterday a lot better than I have been writing. So my dears, come feast on links. These are people who peak my interest, so I got a business card. They may or may not be grand on a large scale, but wonderful in the simplicity I love about Sundance Square in Ft. Worth. Enjoy.
Hidden Spring Designs -concrete/encaustic/glass/wood/steel Seung Lee Studio - I can't tell if there is another Seung Lee who was the Korean International Artist of the Year. They may be the same. It would be a wonder if it was. Cary Henrie - sculpture with a tinge of required intimacy. They draw you in if but for a second Patricia DeLeon - Encaustic Terrie Hancock Mangat - She was the only fabric artist there. A bit like a Dios de los Muertos feel and a spread of silver milagros over black velvet. The site has not been updated since last year if you look at the front page articles. I have more and will post later this week. Ether way enjoy the links at your leisure. I got lucky. Mom invited me out to the Ft. Worth Main Street Arts Festival. In other words, I did not have to drive. I got to sit in the passenger's seat and imagine outside the window all the way there and back. Saturday must've been good 'cause the skies opened up before seven and everything is wet. Wet artists? Wet art to I imagine. I've been paranoid about that for about an hour wondering how I would handle that with my fabric pieces. 10% discount or a myriad of plastic covers. I'm also buzzing about do you leave your work over night in the tent? At your own risk. It would be a bitch to take down and set up for three days. Lugging back to my truck or the hotel. Questions, questions, questions. If you couldn't tell I'm thinking to prepare for entry in such shows. I might, might make a reputation for myself and a following. I hear about artists like that and wonder how much marketing and sales techniques they know. Translation: Where do I find that knowledge? And why do I keep putting off looking for a business of art tome that could help? Yes, I'm guilty, I'd rather be in the studio.
I loved the show. I had not been there in years. It seemed to me there where more artists and food vendors. It really has grown in the last seven years I've been gone. Before I used to see the same artists, seeming in the same location. I wonder if the jurying has gotten tighter and more applicants. Maybe some artist have decided not to apply to the show. Hmm. Don't know, but curious. I talked to artist as long as I could. Making good time to all the booths before I got tired was difficult. I had to skip much to keep up with mom during the second leg of the show. Still, I saw enough to fill my lack of going to the museums. Tons of business cards and many a letter to hand write after looking at websites. If I write the right book someday, whatever comes of this, will be in it. Shall we call Saturday a workday focusing on networking? A definite resounding "yes". Today I'll be scoping the rain from my bedroom window and resting. A day w/o art perhaps? I'm not that extreme, yet. If you don't do this or at least try, I swear you must have missed the coach turn back into a pumpkin.
We've both got time and for this turn I know what to do when they do not return your entries. You definite don't send the good stuff that could turn into a sweet gallery deal. I'll try to have more sense than I did on the baker's dozen exchange out of New Zealand and the International Museum of Collage and Assemblage in Mexico. And yes this must be just on the edge of Vladimir Putin's desk: The first international exhibition of "collage art" in Ukraine Lubomyr T. Независимый специалист Изобразительное искусство The first international exhibition of "collage art" in Ukraine Welcome to show your vision Art Collage & Assemblage (newspaper clippings, ribbons, bits of colored or handmade papers, portions of other artwork or texts, photographs and other found objects, glued to a piece of paper or canvas). Only original works will be accepted, works will not be returned. The exhibition is online http://collage--art.blogspot.com. All works will also be exhibited in the gallery "Tymutopiyapres" a non-commercial gallery located in Lviv, Ukraine: http://tymutopiyapres.blogspot.com Deadline: 1 september 2014. Size: 14.8 X 21 cm (A5). Documentation for all participants. send to: "collage art" A/C 9875, Sadivnycha 19/1, 79038, Lviv, Ukraine. collage--art.blogspot.com. collage--art.blogspot.com. Got the call to pick up my sewing machine. Meanwhile another world is opening and the lack of training is making a profound step towards not reinventing other people wheels. I'm finding potential in dusty journal sketches, more like scribbles to become gallery pieces that will sell. Longing deeply for all the little pieces of paper that have be donned with my penmanship and daydreams. All of them now lost to trash heaps across the body of the states. Hmm. P.S. For this, use your eyes, then your hands. You'll fare better that way. As I delve for the breadth of this field, I'll post. Already sketching to incorporate sculpture into oil paintings. It may not happen this decade, but remind me when I'm feeble and gray. I'll be back in the studio that day and night all the way to early morning light. Miss the sun's smile, so's that there still a chill in my bone. Later. Read the words later. Live for the pictures now. Other than that, please excuse me, I've found a place to be in the in the odd tinkering and tuning. I'm a novice and it hurts. I want. I want to be one of them below. I'm dumbfounded and finding choices hard so as not to side up to the devil for breathing room. Right now all I can say is that I need to push myself and dig in those journals. Prime Directive is not to be afraid of myself, what I was and where I'll go. All it took was the right word combinations and the world opens up. Although weird toys is a mark for out of the groove and I have yet to see what I'm shooting for, lazily so, in the soft sculptures. I see hope for the small form sculptures. Enough so to let all conventions drop, let my soul soar and my spirit speak. Problem: Making the magic happen. Fool the eye and feeling weighed down by a need to tell a story. I reach in my memory for 1001 Entertainments and then I slap myself in the face admonishing as ever for authenticity and a devout fluid meaning of God in common spaces. If building sacred spaces to convey tales has been a job for me, it is now a profession. I'll journal in the abstract and not try to make a meaning to soon. Even to plow through the seasons to picture the year at length. I love the though of a book of days in a Native American medicine wheel approach. In short, I have much to consider.
Say hungry for the hunt and unafraid of the search, Know when to rest and asses your finds burgeoning to mirth, Hoard not like the Dragon, never knowing true wealth, Temper fascination and forbid obsession all ever a detriment to health. Find love in search and weigh process mighty to increase stealth. It's gone and I'm hammering away at handwork while repairs get done. Tension was going crazy and I had no patience to fix it. I got terribly confused in the diagrams compared to what the machine was doing. Horrid horrid horrid I tell you. Then I remembered to take it in for servicing. I was told a few years back that mechanical machines should be serviced once a year. The lady who check me in said especially if you use it a lot. Just about once a day is the answer to that lingering question. I'm hooked. My Singer might as well be crack on a stick. The stick being my ergonomic support. Yes I admit it, I am in withdrawal. He should be back in two week or less. Right in time for the sewing classes to begin. Meanwhile, I'm balls to the wall on this stuffed rabbit. Completely hand done. I've been topping out at about 5 hours with a break. Usually its 3 hours when I am working on the quilting. Different hand movements and resistance to pushing a needle through may be the issue for my hand and arms. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving handwork increasingly. It just learning what my hands and arms can do with pushing limits into an ER or surgical center. Being hyped about completing designs doesn't help to stay reserved and patient either. My core three for the Plano Art show are done thanks to diligence and time. This last one has pained my back and brain to commit to an elegant design and render the theme with honesty. Especially to balance that out with what my hands are currently capable of doing. Honestly, if you asked me away from the crowd and prying eyes, I'd whisper in your ears I'm sick of it. I can't stand to look at it. I will not throw it away. Still I need it out of my sight. I won't tell you how many pieces I've stuck in sewing purgatory. Quite a few. All that must be completed in hand work. I'm backlogged and surrounded. Still I learned better the separation than ruining some with the wrong stitch and tension that pulls just a little to much. Or God forbid I spill something on it. Separation helps me put off the issue with out feel threatened and let my mind work on it in absentia committed to total abandon and no obligation. The last two times I've done that, I've pulled the piece out three to six months later and finished it off in about a month. No pain, no frustration and no weight on my shoulders. Also, no hate or anger embedded in the piece. Resolve and peace. I come to love it and release it with joy. I'm hoping for that again indeed. Meanwhile this one has a time table and I just moved into Christmas crafting a new line of products to broaden my scope.
The rabbit may be finished tomorrow. If all goes well, I'll be posting before the weekend. Meanwhile instinct is directing me to small forms construction. Blossom and bloom. The journal, never leave home without it. As ever, stay hungry and curious. |
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