Jul 30, 2013

Market Square Farmers Market

It was busy last Saturday.
I bought red peppers, $1 ea. and roasted them.
 
I bought 2 eggplants, then roasted them with garlic and olive oil, which I blended with a tiny bit of anchovy paste and served last night with French bread.
I'm going to try her honey next time, but I'm happy with  Orchard Pond tupelo. 
You can't see the sign around her neck that says "Blind." She and her husband are real partners in this venture. A month ago they sold me two basil plants and then gave me a "lucky" mint plant when I said I can't grow mint. It's still alive.



Jul 27, 2013

FSU show features textiles

FSU graduating artists show
FSU Art Gallery
How great to discover textile art at the current  FSU Museum of Fine Arts   show. It features two students, one of whom, Jenny Lee, employs textile techniques to reconcile her Korean-American heritage. Lee wants to "critique, question, and subtly subvert our expectation of textiles as having only domestic practicality..." according to her Artist Statement. Here is some of her work:
First Born
Jenny Lee


Detail, First Born
Sweet Tea
Jenny Lee
wool, hand-dyed fabrics, tea bags, hair, embroidery, rice paper, antique linens
Sweet Tea detail
Marium Rana
image in the Qalam series
(A qalam is a brush with a single hair of a squirrel's tail!)
Display method: dowel and  line, resting on nail or screw
Display method: magnet on art, with nail or screw 

Jul 24, 2013

Something Wondrous

Turning and Turning
12" x 12" mounting 15" x 15'

Leslie challenged us to make a quilt experiment inspired by a poem. Naturally, I thought of the most depressing poem: W. B. Yeats' s The Second Coming. I love this poem. I tried to expel it from my mind and think of something chipper, but instead found myself  experimenting with mad turnings. I had too much fun drawing this thread picture of the end of the world, or society's descent to corruption, or whatever Yeats meant by his glorious words. 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, 
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15527#sthash.NvSF9nkY.dpuf

Something Wondrous Will Happen
12"  x 12" mounting 15" x 15'
Naturally, I felt guilty and compelled to cheer, so I created this thread drawing of my second-favorite poem:

It’s the Dream by Olav H. Hauge
It’s the dream we carry
that something wondrous will happen
that it must happen
time will open
hearts will open
doors will open
spring will gush forth from the ground–
that the dream itself will open
that one morning we’ll quietly drift
into a harbor we didn’t know was there.
from Borealis (March/April 2002), translated from the Norwegian by Robert Hadin

http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2007/11/02/olaf-h-hauge-its-the-dream/

Of several translations online, this is my favorite. But I just ordered a collection of Hauge's poems, translated by Robert Bly and Robert Hedin. 



Storm


Monday Zing! and I were running at Phipps Park, in the low area by the lake bed, and suddenly we were chased by storm clouds. It was sunny when we started, but ...  Just the day before I'd been scared off our front porch by a lightning storm. Still, I have to admit I considered bypassing this wooden viewing tower. I thought we might outrun the storm. However, Zing! persuaded me to be careful, and I'm grateful. Shortly after this photo, we relaxed on the bench upstairs and watched the grasses flatten and the trees bow down. Birds stopped singing and butterflies disappeared. We heard only rain on the wood roof. Lightning. Thunder. It reminded me of being at anchor in our old sailboat the Partnership during one of those wild Great Lakes storms. I loved it. Even Z! put his ears down and relaxed after a while.

It was a long and private time.

Then the rain slowed, the weeds stood straight, and I began to hear birds and swat mosquitoes. As we jogged again along the path, we were confronted by a big spotted tortoise. I've never seen one in this part of the park. Then a deer poked head and shoulders from the protecting trees and seemed to find everything satisfactory. I imagined these creatures were, like Z! and I, quietly exulting for some unknown reason.

Jul 8, 2013

Artists who inspire me

People ask which artists inspire, and I usually blank out. But I want to honor those who inspire me.  The list changes as I find my way in art. But for today it's these:

Economy -- Miro


Line -- Bridget Riley

Color -- Hendra Gunawan


Florida Artist -- Miami -- Enrique Martinez Celaya


Subtlety -- Agnes Martin


Humanity -- Caravaggio
Judith Beheading Holofernes


Balance -- Kenojuak Ashevak





See also
http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2013/01/13/renowned-inuit-artist-kenojuak-ashevak-walks-146934

Brilliant Ohio artist -- Jenny Holzer


Verve -- Nuria Mora


Favorite classic art -- Winged Victory of Samothrace statue in the Louvre


Favorite contemporary wings -- Book with Wings. Anselm Kiefer. Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth


Social awareness -- JR


More on JR
1. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/8091890.stm

2. video about a video on JR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFThZIJuH5o


Collage -- Joan Schulze

Mystery -- Peter Doig
100 years ago


Texture --Thornton Dial. High Museum, Atlanta.



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