Monday, April 21, 2008


TAKING THE PRIVATE, INDIVIDUAL ART PROCESS TO THE PUBLIC.

A DEMO AT THE MUSEUM OF CONTEMPORARY CRAFT.


On Saturday, I worked alongside two other sculptors from the Pacific Northwest Sculptors Guild at Portland's Museum of Contemporary Craft. The three of us took our solitary studio work and process out to the public. I wasn't sure how it would go or whether I would enjoy this experience of demonstrating my sculpting technique in metal screening. Or how it would be to work in the same space as two artists I did not know who worked in completely different media.


It went very well. It was refreshing and invorgating to have the company of two experienced and professional artists.


Joseph Highfill, a figurative clay/bronze artist, was working on a 4 foot high sculpture of a man in plasteline clay. He showed other plaster faces and busts that he does as portrait commissions. His work is graceful, precise and beautiful. Jonas Blant, a stone sculptor, worked on soapstone. He showed other stone sculptures of cats. His stone pieces were smooth and glowing. I worked on aluminum mesh sculpting a male woodland fairy and a female fairy face. I showed other finished mesh sculptures including a macaw, cheetah and an old wise woman.


It was an interesting three hours working side by side Joseph and Jonas while answering questions about our work and chatting with curious museum goers. My conclusion: I liked having the comradier of coworkers for a change. I was even able to problem solve with them on a project I was working on and although I didn't come up with my exact solution then and there, the conversation and sharing led me to an idea that I hadn't even thought about before.

Friday, April 11, 2008


SOMETIME'S YOU DO GET WHAT YOU WANT!


This week, I got a letter of congratulations. I was selected to participate in Portland Open Studios 2008 tour. That means I'll be opening my studio, my process and my work to people in my community.


I've participated in the tour before as a visitor, not an artist. I've known other artists who've participated in years past. I've always wanted to do this but was a little shy about opening up my art space to others. I guess I've grown since then, because I'm excited to share what I do and how I do it. The tour dates are in the fall, so check back here and I'll keep you posted.


Hoorah!

Friday, April 04, 2008


REJECTION:

"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you'll find, you get what you need." (The Rolling Stones)


Let's face it, rejection hurts. It's hard, upsetting and ego-blasting. All the little whispers that I keep so tightly locked into their little closets start shouting out loud. And I don't like what I hear, things like 'your work's not good enough, you should work harder, better, or stop altogether'. I feel like a failure. I feel sad. I feel like hiding away. I feel alone.


But I know I'm not alone. This week on one of my artist groups, a member shared her story of rejection. Tapestry crochet artist, Carol Ventura (http://tapestrycrochet.com) sent out her art packet and got a rejection letter. Because she's a well known fiber artist with years of experience, she took it in stride. Oh, she wasn't happy but as she pointed out it's part of the process. Sometimes you get accepted and sometimes you get rejected. One feels good, the other doesn't.


As another fiber artist, Bonnie Meltzer (www.bonniemeltzer.com) put it, no one likes to get a rejection letter. It's hard. It hurts. But the important thing is to get back up on that horse again and keep moving. Because the only way to get your work out there is, well, to keep putting your work out there.


Another artist, Julie Goodenough (www.juliegoodenough.com) wrote in to say that she's going to be teaching a course in how to get your work into juried shows. The funny thing is, both she and her teaching partner had been recently rejected from not one but three separate shows. They wondered if they were qualified to teach this class. And, of course, they are. They have experience with acceptance and rejection. They can pass along the fact that as an artist, you do the best possible presentation you can and then, you wait. Sometimes you get accepted and sometimes you get rejected. The biggest lesson they can teach is that you are not the only one. You are not alone.


Sometimes I can't get into the show that I wanted. But I got back on the horse, stayed open to new opportunities and what'd you know? Yes, just like the song quoted above, I tried and sometimes I find I get what I need.


How has it worked out for you?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008




A four-footed perspective:


Life's way too short.


So wag your tail...as much as you can.




This week several of my friends have had their four-footed companions pass on or develop terminal diseases. It brings life into sharper focus. And what jumps out at me and them is how the animals who live alongside us not only share our everyday lives but our past.




Here's what I mean...when Heather, my golden retriever came into my life as a pup, my son was 2 years old, my daughter was 5. When Heather left our lives last year, my son was 19 and my daughter 22. My friend just said goodbye to her calico cat after 18 years. When her cat joined their family, their son was four. Her cat, Cleo, died this week. Her son is now 22, her daughter is in her 30's, married and living in Spain. What's brought into sharp focus here? The years may seem to drag when you're living them day by day, but when someone part of your daily life is gone, you realize that life flys by. One year you have a puppy, a toddler and a kindergartener and another year down the line, you have a teenager, a college graduate and an elderly dog.




My other friend found out her 4 year old dog, Duke, has a terminal heart condition. He may live 6 weeks or 6 months, no one knows. The sharp focus...life is short, way too short. So if all he wants to eat is butter and eggs, so be it. If he wants an extra cookie, blanket or walk in the park? He gets it.




So what's really important? Quality of life. His and hers. Yours and ours. Everyones.




Brings me back to my New Years Resolution: I Quit. Remember? I quit rushing. Multitasking and stressing. And fearfully listening to the latest health scare. Instead I'm breathing, eating and living everyday with as much joy as I can. Sounds easy. But I can tell you with life's little changes that have come my way this year, it's been tough.




I have a new four-footed canine friend, Jilly. Although she's not a pup anymore, she's still got lessons to learn even after two years, we're still working on 'come' and 'sit'. But, as I watch Jilly, get excited to go for her daily walk or jump after a ball, I realize she's got a lesson or two to teach me, too. One of the big ones: Jump. Jump for joy. Why? Because life is here, enjoy it while you can.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008




THE EAGLE HAS LANDED
AND PERCHED IN A TREE
IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD PARK

I couldn't believe my eyes. As I rounded the lake in my small suburban park, perched in a birch tree by the lake was a bald eagle. I stopped and stared, eyes wide and unbelieving. My husband took out the camera and moved down the grassy embankment to take pictures.



You've got to understand, my husband and I walk to this park and around the lake twice a day. Everyday. Rain or shine. All year round for over 10 years. We've seen the usual parade of park life: ducks, geese, nutrias, squirrels, jays, crows, sparrows, robins, cormorants and seagulls on occasion.



But never, ever an eagle. And we wouldn't expect one due to the closeness of the homes surrounding the little lake. And, by the way, I'm from Michigan originally, and what they call a lake here would be considered a pond there. So you see what I mean, seeing an eagle perching in a birch tree was an amazing and wonderful surprise. Another coincidence was having a camera with us. We just happened to be carrying a camera that day because there's a tree in the woods I'd been wanting to photograph for studio reference for one of my copper repousse' pieces.



I had to see this as a sign. And so on arriving home, I looked up the significance and symbolism of the eagle. Here's what I found in "The secret language of signs" by Denise Linn.



"This is a sign of great significance. To native people around the world, the eagle was a symbol of the Creator. The eagle connects you to the Great Spirit above. In ancient Egypt, the eagle was the symbol of the day and the full light of the sun, and was therefore considered emblematic of illumination. In ancient northern Europe, the eagle was associated with the gods of strength, power, and war. In many ancient cultures, the eagle was considered a messenger from the heavens. On Roman coins it was the emblem of imperial power. Listen carefully when this sign appears for you; it can signal a time of power and strength in your life of soaring freedom, of seeing life from new heights."



Right now, in our lives, both my husband and I are challenging ourselves, taking new risks, exploring new territory. The eagle landing in our lives that morning on our routine walk through the park was definitely more that coincidence. It was a sign and a very good sign for both of us.






Monday, March 03, 2008











SE AREA ARTWALK




CONNECTING ART WITH LIFE




Sometimes art can become separate from life. Put on a pedestal. Something to be viewed at a museum. Something from the past. But it doesn't have to be that way and this last weekend's SE Artwalk was proof that art is about life, everyday life and everybody can enjoy it.

The 5th Annual S.E. Area ARTwalk included the work of over 90 artists in 52 different locations in Southeast Portland between Hawthorne Street and Powell Boulevard. Giving Portlanders a wide range of businesses and studios to walk, bike, eat, and explore art. The K & F Coffee served great espresso and tea as well as the wonderful felted creations of Bonita Davis and architectural glass of Donald Leedy. Cadenza Academy featured the abstract figurative works of Joel Barber. Annie Meyer's studio showed ceramic tile paintings and monotype prints. Palio Dessert and Espresso featured the work of Abernethy Elementary School students. New Horizons Hair Design showed the art clay silver pieces of Cheryl Cook. And Metalurges featured three sculptural artists, Susan Levine, Robert McWilliams and Rabun Thompson. Just to name a few of the many art stops along the route.

The largest art gathering was at Fire and Earth featuring over 30 sculptors. Members of Pacific northwest Sculptors Guild held a group show that stimulated the imagination and tickled the creative tastebuds of artwalkers of all ages. On display were crayon-colored sculpted fish, penguins and geese. Graceful abstract steel figures. Beautiful bronze figures. Kinetic clocks. Mosiac pillows. Clay figures and reliefs. Carved wood pieces. Copper repousse'. Bronze animals, dragons, and fish.

In addition to the art, the artists were on hand to answer questions about the techniques and process that goes into to creating the works of art. And there were artists doing demos that included clay figures and a large sand sculpture to the delight of all the artwalkers.

So much to see and two whole days to take it all in. And take it in, many Portlanders did. Despite rain, hail and sunshine, the artwalkers just kept streaming into the PNWS exhibit. After all, what's a little rain in portland, the liquid sunshine city anyway? Sun or not, what really shined was the art.

Thursday, February 28, 2008


"THE VAN GOGH BLUES, The Creative Person's Path through Depression"

AN INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR ERIC MAISEL


Today I'm so pleased to talk to Eric Maisel, author, creativity coach and psychotherapist whose books, newsletters and podcasts have helped so many creative people succeed. I know his books have offered me advice, inspiration and guidance along the sometimes long and winding creative road. And this book comes from one creator to another. Eric Maisel, a writer himself, knows first-hand the struggle creative people experience and in this book, he address the problems and seeks to lead all of us out of the blues.


Why do creators experience depression? According to Eric Maisel, "Creators are not necessarily afflicted with some biological disease or psychological disorder that causes them to experience depression at the alarming rates that we see. They experience depression simply because they are caught up in a struggle to make life seem meaningful to them. People for whom meaning is no problem are less likely to experience depression. But for creators, losses of meaning and doubts about life's meaningfulness are presistent problems-even the root causes of their depression." Eric calls this a 'meaning crisis'.


Question: Eric, how do I restore meaning during a meaning crisis?


Eric: First, you need to have the kind of vocabulary of meaning in place that allows you to accurately name your current difficulty as a meaning crisis. Then, having correctly identified it, you need to remind yourself forcefully that you make the meaning in your life and so it is on your shoulders to either reinvest meaning where it just got lost or make a meaning investment in another direction. That is, you must decide if your current novel, which suddenly feels meaningless to write, is still worth your attention, in which case, you reinvest meaning in it, or whether your must abandon it and start another project. You restore meaning by actively and consciously either reinvesting meaning or make a new meaning investment.


Q: Facing that novel on the computer screen, a blank canvas or a lump of clay, how can I move through my fear or meaning crisis and keep creating?


Eric: The first step is to notice that fear or anxiety is at play, rather than mislabeling the situation (for instance, by suddenly deciding that you have no talent or that your paintings will never be wanted). The second step is to embrace this anxiety, rather than trying to fend it off. Anxiety is natural and, at modest levels, no particular problem - the problem is fighting like heck to avoid the experience of it. So you embrace it and say, "Gee, I am feeling a little anxious." Just saying that will help. Next, you use some anxiety management technique to reduce your experience of anxiety: just taking a few deep breaths can work wonders. Label it correctly, normalize it, and then reduce it.


Q: So I've recognized my anxiety and taken a few deep breaths, but I'm still not getting my studio work done. I say, I'm too busy or too tired. Or I'd love to sculpt a new clay figure but I don't have a kiln to fire it in. Am I sabotaging my own efforts? And why would I do that to myself?


Eric: Because creating is difficult, and because we want to keep that truth out of conscious awareness, we act as if we want to create but then find ways of avoiding it. The most characteristic ways we avoid it nowadays is to say to ourselves, "I'm too busy" and "I'm too tired, " both of which work to keep us from our art because they have enough of a grain of truth to them that we can comfortably buy them. The most classic way to avoid the hard work of creating is to use some 'yes, but' construction, which translates as, see, I really wanted to do it(sculpt), but, darn it all, something monumental is in the way(no kiln). If you point out that there is a kiln thirty miles away, what will you get in reply? - a new 'yes, but.'


Q: Working daily at my art, how do I measure success and feel more successful?


Eric: The typical way that a creative person measures success is according to how well his creation is received by the world. If he finds a publisher for his novel, he designates that a maker of success. If the novel sells well, he considers that another . But what marker will he use during the 600 days he is writing his first novel? It can't be publication or sales: it must be that he is showing up and honorably working. If he does not consider markers like those and if he doesn't celebrate those sorts of successes on the days that he shows up and works, he is likely to feel too little rewarded and too unsuccessful and give up on creating. We must decide to feel successful as we proceed, because external validation is not going to come often enough to meet the need we have to feel successful.


Thank you, Eric. And that's gets me right back to the core of creativity. I create because it is meaningful to me and important to me to do it. And by doing my creative work everyday, whether it's sculpting, writing or painting, I feel successful. I am a meaning maker.
For more about Eric Maisel and his books, workshops and consulting services, be sure to visit www.ericmaisel.com


Monday, February 25, 2008


Blogtour Stop Thursday:

An interview with Eric Maisel

"The Van Gogh Blues: The Creative Person's Path through Depression"


I'm looking forward to talking with author, psychotherapist and creativity coach, Eric Maisel about his book and how artists can chart a new course through depression to a more meaningful creative path.


I know as an artist my work is an important source of meaning in my life. It is work I do because it is meaningful to me, but what happens when meaning gets de-railed by self-doubt or critism? According to Eric Maisel, this is a meaning crisis. And that our way out of this crisis and back to our job as a creative person, is to become our own meaning expert. I, you, we have to 'opt to matter'.


Sounds easy. But, this is where it gets tricky. Any artist facing a blank canvas wonders, "Do my efforts really matter?" The answer is really simple. You choose to matter. You choose to live, create and relate in ways that matter to you. And that's the way you stay on the meaningful, creative path.


But how do you overcome the anxiety that keeps your brush in mid-air? How do you bravely make your own meaning everyday? How do you recognize self-sabotage and walk through it and beyond it?


Join me here on Thursday, when Eric answers these questions and more.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


One-handed no more!
Hear the sound of two hands clapping....
Thanks to the healing help from many caring people.

It’s been a long two months. The biggest challenge was keeping my spirits up when I couldn’t do my art. Working with metal, as I do, whether it’s copper repousse’ or the aluminum mesh takes the coordination of two hands. I couldn’t do it one handed.

I needed help. And I got help from many talented, caring healers. I had delicate surgery to straighten my wrist bone done by a talented orthopedic surgeon, Darin Friess. The physician’s assistant, Tannia, sculpted my cast to help me heal and be as comfortable as possible. Janice Weitzer, a caring herbalist and massage therapist worked with me to release pain and open up my circulation so I would heal faster. And Ruth Ann, my occupational therapist, manipulated my fingers, hand and wrist each session and taught me stretching and strengthening exercises.

All their wonderful, caring, professional help has given me my hand back. I’m healed!

I applaud them all. And now, thanks to them, I can use BOTH hands!!!

Saturday, February 16, 2008


A romantic tale.


A Valentine's Gift.


A new, old ring on my finger.





About a month ago, I told my husband that all I really wanted for Valentine's Day was my wedding ring back on the third finger of my left hand. When I broke my wrist, they had to cut and twist my ring off my finger, mangling it badly. The only consolation they could give me was that I could get a 'new ring'.




But, you see, I don't want a new ring because I love my wedding ring even after 20 years. I had it made for me by a custom jewelry artist when my other 'store-bought' ring fell apart. The artist, Deborah Spencer, created a one of a kind ring for me that fit my finger perfectly.



So when they mangled it, I went in search of her on the internet. I found her and she told me not to worry, she could probably fix it. Just bring it in to her when my hand had healed a bit. So, early in February, I brought it to her shop. Deborah took a look at it and said, she could fix it, no problem. I left it with her.



On Valentine's Day, my husband and I went to her shop to pick it up. Deborah fixed it, and then some. Not only was it sized up to fit my finger a little better, but all the old scratches had been polished off, and the diamonds were sparkling clean. Guess how much she charged me? Nothing. It was all part of her service to her customers. It's a Valentine's Day gift I will never forget.



If anyone wants to see more of Deborah Spencer's beautiful, artistic jewelry, here's her website...
www.deborahspencer.com.

A wrist that can twist.

And necessity is the mother of creativity.


In the photo to the left, you see my recovered hand. Adorned on Valentine's Day with my beautifully, artfully created and repaired wedding ring. As well as a fingerless glove that I created in crochet to give my wrist some cozy warmth while typing on the cold keyboard of my computer. Why did I need a fingerless glove? Because, you see, I don't need my wrist brace anymore...Hoorah!!

I even get to play with clay. Well, not clay exactly, it's more like the silly putty I played with as a kid. It even bounces. And, in addition to doing my rolling, pinching and squeezing therapy, I can make funny faces, gumby-like people, bird beaks and crazy heads.




Who said physical therapy can't be fun?






Friday, February 08, 2008


A MIRACULOUS MACHINE

HANDS DOWN


After six sessions of physical therapy, I am humbled by my hands. I took them for granted for way too long. Oh, I've had my odd finger and thumb injuries that have forced me to think about them or the lack of them for a while. But with two hands, it's easy to let the other hand take up the slack during a minor or soft tissue injury and forget about it.


Since breaking my wrist, I've thought about nothing else but my wrist. The damage, the pain, the surgery, the pins were all centered around my wrist. What I didn't think about was my hand and my fingers and the intricate dance they perform on a daily basis. Now I think about them 2-3 times a day as I exercise them one joint at a time, slowly.


A few fun facts about the hand. The hand is the most complex bone structure in your entire body with an amazing 27 bones in that one small area. The wrist has 8 bones in two rows. The hand has 5 bones and the fingers 14 smaller bones with each finger having 3 bones and 2 in the thumb.


But what's even more amazing is what you can do with all those bones, tendons, ligaments and muscles. Think of it. Gripping a gallon of milk or a delicate earring. The intricate coordination needed to type these words with each finger moving independently and swiftly over the tiny keys. The beautiful, delicate dance between wrist and fingers that is an artform in itself. Think ballet or belly dancers, skilled surgeons, artists sculpting, and musicians playing piano, violin or guitar.


Last weekend I was watching Alfred Hitchcock's 'North by Northwest' and the scene that amazed me like never before was the one with Eva Maria Saint and Cary Grant nuzzling in the train compartment. There's a whole sequence of shots of the back of Grant's head and Saint's hands. As I watched Eva's hands, I was amazed by the beauty, delicacy and acrobatics involved in a lover's caress. I think Hitchcock must have seen their beauty, too. I thank him for opening my eyes to the beauty of my hands, something I mostly thought of as a tool and lately, a broken tool at that.


Now, I see and appreciate my hands as a whole...wrist, hand and fingers...and marvel at the beauty, power and delicate gymnastic moves that they perform everyday.


Thursday, January 31, 2008


"Give up trying to improve yourself.
Let your true self,
Be yourself."

("Woman" sculpture)

When I said, I QUIT, I got some interesting feedback. Many women who read it, loved it. They seemed to know what I meant right away. The men, however, were shocked. They seemed to need to give me a pep talk. You know like the old phrase, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going." Funny thing is, before breaking my wrist, I'd have said the same thing to a friend or myself. But I also know that my resolution had nothing to do with needing support, a pep talk or being tough. Just the opposite in fact.

So when my son handed me one of his college reading assignments last weekend to help me out, I read it and took it to heart. What he didn't realize was that we were both on the same page, really. Mine was on my blog and his was for a class. But the message was the same.

The quote above from the college reading assignment sums it up best I think. And when I took the article back to him, I pointed it out as a good new year's quote. Then, I told him to read my blog and he might find out that maybe I didn't need a pep talk on being get tough.

What I really needed was to be kind, instead. By giving up trying to improve myself, I was quitting being so tough on myself. Seeing my true self and accepting that without pushing, pulling or molding myself. And allowing me to be the real me.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008




TWO DIFFERENT PERFORMANCES.
ONE MESSAGE.

Riverdance and Blue Man Group

I know it sounds odd, but after seeing Riverdance on Tuesday and Blue Man Group on Saturday, I'm struck by how a celtic dance show and a alternative rock performance are telling a similar story about the human need to be unique and to belong.


Riverdance tells the story of the Irish/Scottish immigrants struggle to survive cultural genocide by the British and starvation during the potatoe famine by sailing to the new world enslaved to the British. It tells of their fight for freedom, for opportunity, for acceptance in America.


Blue Man Group's show "How to be a mega-rock star, 2.1" pokes fun at the American Idol/Guitar Hero phenomenon. The three men in blue makeup and black suits watch and learn the basics of rock-star poses, music and light-show affects along with the audience. Behind the group, however, is a video that shows ordinary people in office cubicles longing to belong and 'be stars' in their own lives.

Both shows were colorful, entertaining, beautiful, funny, and poignant. Both showed that people are still trying to better themselves whether it's by finding a new place on the earth or on the video screen. Both showed the enduring human need for acceptance whether it's based on native culture or popular culture.

Thursday, January 10, 2008



New years resolution:

I QUIT.



I know it sounds bad, but bear with me. I'm started this new year with a broken wrist and my arm in a cast. If you've read the last two posts, you'll know that I've learned some new things about my old way of life that need to be changed, rearranged or dropped entirely.


(season series: Winter)


So here goes:

  • I QUIT...trying so hard and pushing myself to exhaustion.

  • I QUIT...multi-tasking, rushing around to feel 'productive'.

  • I QUIT...scheduling my life around other people's schedules.

  • I QUIT...measuring my hips and thighs.
  • I QUIT...disecting my past and present to try to prevent future mistakes.

  • I QUIT...letting fear run my life.

  • I QUIT...eating fake food.

  • I QUIT...buying into any fear-based drug, food or health information.

  • I QUIT...blaming myself for other peoples problems.

  • I QUIT...taking everything and everyone so seriously.
  • I QUIT...solitude and solemnity in my creative life.

  • I QUIT...to do lists.

  • I QUIT...career goals, money goals, health goals, parenting goals...any goals.

  • I QUIT...listening to my Inner Nun that I never measure up. Break her ruler and the rules.




Long list, I know. But the short version is to make this year, a truly new year. Say goodbye to fear and hello to comfort, joy and honest desire. Wherever that may take me with my life.





What would you add to the list? Go ahead...be brave...I QUIT...YOU CAN TOO.





Friday, January 04, 2008


One hand on deck.


Or what can be done with one hand and a broken wrist.


Since the last post, I've spent many hours in 'recovery'. Icing my hand. Heating my shoulder. Excercising my fingers. Staying ahead of the pain with pills, movies and more movies. I'm just now able to comfortably, although inconviently, hold a magazine and turn the pages. Read a book without it closing on me. And with the many finger excercises, I'm able to type at a reasonable pace, at last. Which means, I'm able to post on my blog without it taking me several hours to type.


Yes, with only one hand on deck, so to speak, for the last few weeks I've learned that doing simple things can become very complicated and difficult.


Try to tie shoes one handed. Pull up your jeans, zip and button them. Zip your sweater or coat. Pull on gloves. Get into your purse and wallet. Put on earrings with posts or a necklace. Hold a newspaper or magazine open so you can read it. Open bottles, jars or cans. Blowdry your hair. Floss your teeth. Sweep the floor. Pick up your cat. File your nails. Open a teabag in a foil wrapper. Cut a steak or sandwich. Just getting dressed takes full-time concentration. Make that almost anything that was mind-wanderingly simple now requires total and complete attention.


Frustrating, yes. And surprisingly...free-ing.


Weird, I know. But because I have to pay complete attention to the task at hand(sorry about the pun), step by step, my mind can't wander. I can't multi-task. That I've discovered can be a good thing. No more negative self-talk while I dry my hair, because I'm concentrating too hard on just getting my hair dry. No more talking on the phone while doing my dust mopping. No more answering email while I eat, watch TV and talk to my husband. No more watching a movie while I crochet.


When I read, I read. When I type, I type. When I walk in the park, talk on the phone, or take a shower, I do it with total concentration.


I am where I am. And maybe, that's right where I should be? Where are you?


Friday, December 14, 2007


The sound of one hand clapping.
Or being an artist living with a broken wrist.


(Polar Bear)

I slipped on a steel plate in the sidewalk and my life is changed. Wrist broken. Many things come to a complete stop. Copper repousse paintings. Screening relief tryptic. Fiber work. Yoga class. Driving a car. Weights.


With the holidays around the corner, there's a lot I can't do either. Decorate. Bake. Wrap.


What I can do. Write. Draw. Read. Surf the internet. Walk the dog. Watch movies. Observe the world outside my window and inside my mind. I can collect images to use later. I can consider my work from a new angle. I can work on my story, a little more slowly, but maybe that's a good thing.


I can also delegate and accept help. Both hard things for me to do. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here. With help, the holiday tree is up, the house decorated, cookies are being baked. My children are now helping me tie my shoes instead of me helping them. But they are learning too, like how to make their favorite Tuscan Bean Soup and Shortbread as well as how much goes into all the pretty decor, tree and wrapping that they've enjoyed for so many years.


They are learning some things they need to know because I'm not able to do it all for them. And I'm learning some things that I need to know, too, because I'm not able to do it all for myself.


Friday, November 30, 2007


Sesame Street now has a warning label...Adults Only.
(Cheetah Mask)

According to a New York Times article, some of the characters and situations go against today's politically correct standards for pre-schoolers. Big Bird hallucinates. Cookie Monster has an eating disorder. Oscar the Grouch has an anger management problem.


I've watched Sesame Street since its beginning and loved its creativity, imagination and ability to teach and entertain children of all ages. I've watched my own children watch, laugh and learn from Big Bird, Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch. I see this new labeling as another way to take childhood away from children.



A child's imagination needs to be nurtured and encouraged so that a child grows up to be creative. Yes, Big Bird has an imaginary friend, Mr. Snuffleupagus. How many children grew up out there with a friend called, "Barbie", "Ken" or "GI Joe"? How many children carried their favorite stuffed animal everywhere they went, served them tea, put them to bed at night? Many of these same children grew up to be able to create characters in novels, plays or paintings.


Child's play is creative learning. A child's kitchen serves plastic food to imaginary diners who lick their plates, wear silly hats and invite bears to tea. This is a way for children to experiment and explore the world around them so that they grow up with more understanding. Yes, Cookie Monster gobbles cookies. How many children pretend to gobble plastic food? Cookie Monster is playing pretend. All the children get that and they love it. It fosters humor, imagination and creativity. Not unhealthy eating.


Children learn about feelings through play, too. They have arguments with their dolls, trucks and stuffed toys. Yes, Oscar the Grouch is grouchy and rude. So are children sometimes. By watching Oscar be grouchy, they can understand their own feelings and the consequences of acting on those feelings.


Sesame Street nutures children's imagination while teaching valuable lessons on life, creativity and the world around us. And one of its most important lessons is NOT to label anyone or anything but to accept and respect the creativity, imagination, intelligence and feelings of everyone in this world.





Tuesday, November 20, 2007



ANOTHER QUESTION: Can art change healthscare into healthcare?




ANOTHER QUOTE: "The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, passion." Nadia Boulanger


(Mini-muses: Music, Art, Spirit)


Musing about my healthscare experience, the quote from Andrew Worrall, I wondered what could I do other than fight the fears with what I hope is possible. Then I thought about what I do as an artist and how the arts have become so divided from everyday life...hung on walls, put on pedestals, locked behind glass.


I felt there was a missing link here. Art as a way to health and care for everyone. Art off the walls, down from the pedestals and into the hands, hearts and bedsides of everyone.

I thought about the need for care in the healthcare system...care carts that feed the senses to facilitate calm, health and comfort. Having choices available that stimulated the senses in a positive way...Music for hearing...Nature books, videos for seeing...Warm/Cool textured pillow/blankets for touching...Aromatherapy for smelling...well you get the idea. Perhaps these already exist...but maybe more could be done?

I thought about the role of art in healing. I wandered back in time to our tribal roots and envisioned the role of art in that setting to heal. Music, dance and drumming to work the stress out of muscles, bones and mind...Smells from oils and herbs that soothed...Colors in clothing, jewelry, blankets to warm the heart...Patterns/textures in pottery, utensils, shelters to bring out feelings of safety, protection. All this art contributed to health and was important for health and well-being. As important and intrinsic to survival as food and shelter.

Then I happened upon this quote on another blog http://www.reihlife.com/ and saw a connection. "The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, passion." These wise words from Nadia Boulanger, a famous musician, composer and teacher so clearly speak to the importance of art in everyday life. There's the missing link.

A new healthcare practice: Everyday put the care back into everything I do...that is healthy.

Monday, November 05, 2007

A QUOTE: "Lack of resistance to what you hope is possible."


A QUESTION: What does this mean to you?

(Sun mask: brass repousse')


This quote is from Ambrose Worrall, a Christian faith healer. I read it on Deb Robson's blog, http://www.independentstitch.typepad.com/ and it hit me like a bucket of cold water poured over my head. Suddenly, things around me looked different. I felt different. I was shocked, awake, refreshed and relieved all at the same time.


Seems a lot for a simple quote to do? Let me explain.


I had just spent over 4 hours at my local medical center undergoing annual tests, a blood test and a mamagram. I am an old-hand at these tests, been doing them for almost 2 decades now due to 'family history'. But this time was different. I had been asked to come back for 'additional views' for my mamagram. I went through the process again and waited as usual. Then the wait got longer and longer.


It was scary to wait. But what was even more scary, were the conversations going on outside my little waiting room. These women were trading horror stories about tests upon tests upon tests that ultimately lead to nothing. No cancer. No problems.


Good news, right? Yes and No.


Good news...we were all right. Healthy. Fine. Bad news...we were so scared. It made me mad that once again our Healthcare system was actually a Healthscare system. Preying on the fears of innocent, healthy people.


I realized how much I had been resisting the Healthscare fears. And that's good, because it's unhealthy to buy into it, I've seen it happen and it's not pretty. But I also realized that my very resistance was setting up a dam that was, perhaps, keeping out some healthy, caring energy. I know the care energy is out there, like sunlight waiting for me to absorb.


The question remained. How could I keep my boundaries up toward the Healthscares and be open to the Health-caring energy.


After reading the quote, I saw a way out. A rope thrown to me in this sea of fear...with the phrase...'what you hope'. A light...with the word...'possible'.


The quote was in response to a question to the faith healer asking if he required a faith in God or religion for the person to be healed. The response was that he what he really needed from the person was faith which he defined as "a lack of resistance to what you hope is possible."


In other words, opening up to the hope of health, the possibility of good energy, good times and a good life now and in the future! I hope this has given you an idea of what might be possible for you, too.


Saturday, October 27, 2007


MY VIEW: Territory by Emma Bull


I don't usually read westerns or historical novels, but this one is wonderful. And, boy, am I glad it crossed my desk.


I've heard about the place and characters, who hasn't...set in Tombstone, Arizona in 1881 featuring Doc Holliday, Wyatt Earp and Tom McLaury, and the OK Corral. This is a novel that brings life to the history recreating the town, politics and the people but goes beyond facts to create a world where the mystical crosses paths with historical.


Emma Bull adds new characters to the town as well, including a lead female named, Mildred Benjamin, a widow working for one of the local newspapers as a typesetter but loves to write. In secret, at first, Mrs. Benjamin writes romantic adventures, then gets one published in the fiction magazine of the day, 'Gallagher's'. She even gets paid! Ok, so the check is written out to a Mr. M. Benjamin, but she cashes it anyway. Along the way, her own life gets a little romance, mystery and thrills, too which she gets to write about in the local paper.


Jesse Fox is another new character, who possesses a few mystical and psychic gifts and with the help of a Chinese 'doctor' learns how to use his talents to help himself and others in the town as well. Tombstone's Chinatown adds yet another layer of depth and richness to this well-written book.


Oh, guess who Jesse falls in love with?

Yep. Mildred.

Does it end happily ever after?

I'm not telling...because it's much more fun to read the book.

Monday, October 22, 2007


OPEN STUDIOS .
INSPIRING ART.


Map in hand, I set out again for the second weekend of Portland's Open Studio Tour. As a true Portlander, I didn't let a little thunder, lightening and rain stop me and from what I could see, it didn't stop the artists either.


First stop - Wendy Dunder(http://www.wendydunderart.com/), a multi-talented artist whose work includes murals, mosiacs and paper/wood sculptural lights. These wonderful, soft lights are made using a wood frame that is covered with layer after layer of tissue paper and glue. Just beautiful.


Marjin Wall(http://www.marjinwall.com/), an artist working in wood, shared her process of using milk paint to finish her hand-turned creations including candlesticks, salt/pepper mills and bowls. Her workshop/studio had that wonderful smell of freshly cut wood.


Jan vonBergen, another multi-talented artist whose work includes ceramics, encaustic and prints generously demonstrated how she does solar plate printing in her cozy studio. I love how her works combines calligraphy, solar printing and exotic, cancelled stamps.


Nicky Falkenhayn(http://www.nickyfalkenhayn.com/), a metal artist, had no trouble opening up her studio because it's still in the process of being built. A two level space will allow her to do large welded pieces as well as have a separate space for her amazing knitted silver wire jewelry. What a challenge to be out there greeting people on such a cold, rainy day. Thanks, Nicky!


Sunday was a much nicer day to be out and about. I enjoyed my visit to two other studios without the rain.


Sara Swink(http://www.claycircle.com/), a clay sculpture artist had a wonderful display of both large and small scale clay pieces. I really appreciated it when she explained her process of using oxides and underglazes to achieve the soft, paint-like patina on her sculptures.


Ann Munson(http://www.annmunson.com/), another artist who works in many different media, opened up her greenhouse/studio sharing her art and garden. There were layered paper collages, cement mosiac sculptures, prints from her colored pencil drawings of animals, fun and funky bracelets, small container gardens to go and cement wall art. Outside I strolled through her wonderful garden taking in even more of her creations like the chickens on a bicycle, basset hound planter and the dragon under construction around her down spout. But not to be missed or forgotten...the turkeys perched in her pine tree. Now that was a sight to behold!


Thank you, thank you to all the brave artists who graciously opened up their studios and shared their art this weekend rain or shine.


Sunday, October 14, 2007



ARTISTS OPEN THEIR STUDIOS AND SHARE THEIR PASSION


Today, I went on the first weekend of the Portland Open Studios Tour. It was a beautiful, sunny fall day that smelled like adventure and so, map in hand, I set out with a friend to tour some of the 55 artist studios open to the curious today.



This event started some 8 years ago, by Portland pastel artist, Kitty Wallis, has grown to include artists from the city to suburbs. The public is invited into artist studios to watch the artist at work, tour their studio, ask questions and even purchase art directly from the artist.



You purchase a calendar that includes color photos of all the artwork from participating artists and a map for both weekends of the tour. You decide if you want to tour by media...paintings, ceramics, glass, or sculpture...or by area, then get out the map and go!


Having done the tour many years ago, I loved the improved map and directions! It was much easier to find the studios this time around.



Once I found the studios, I have a mixed review. Some studio artists stayed behind their desks and ignored visitors. But the artists who took the risk of greeting and demonstrating and answering questions about their art, their process and product were delightful.



Arrianne Bright...kiln form glass artist...clearly showed me and others how she takes slivers of colored glass and stacks them into abstract and landscape forms. Amazing!



Robert Abbott...monoprint artist...explained the monoprint process and how he adds his own stencils and laser printed collage elements to create multidimensional art pieces. He invited us to tour his lush and extensive gardens as well. What an inspiration!



Julie Fulkerson...wildlife and nature artist...showed how she uses an exato knife to 'draw' her amazingly detailed black and white nature scenes in scratchboard and explained how her colored pencil drawings come to life on colored paper. Wonderful!



To the artists willing to show their process and inspiration as well as their product...THANK YOU!

Saturday, October 06, 2007




A NIGHT TO CHERISH



My View:


Puff, The Magic Dragon
By: Peter Yarrow and Lenny Lipton

with paintings by Eric Puybaret



A touching classic folk song/poem becomes a beautifully illustrated childrens book that includes a 4 song CD in the back featuring Peter Yarrow, his daughter Bethany and cellist, Rufus Cappadocia.


For several generations, now, many children have grown up singing this wonderful song brought into the world by Peter Yarrow along with his friends, Paul and Mary. I first heard the song when I was four, played on a 45 record. Peter, Paul and Mary, the well-loved folk group have performed this song many times over the decades and even with all the silly controversy about the song's, 'real' meaning, its magic has charmed millions of children, parents and now grandparents along the way.

What's even more magical is getting the opportunity to meet Peter Yarrow. I brought my copy of this beautiful book to Powell's in Portland to have it signed and although I expected a crowd, I didn't expect it to be a concert! Peter Yarrow performed at least dozen well-known folk songs, got everyone in the audience to sing along including his son, Christopher, and then invited all the children up on the stage and passed the 'mike' for their own solo in the chorus of "Puff, the magic dragon."

Part concert, peace rally, family gathering and book signing, it made my week. I felt uplifted, loved, hopeful and safe. And he was so sweet to my daughter, I wished I could have said then, what I'm saying now but I was a bit overwhelmed. So here it is: "Peter, you're music is still warm and wonderful, humorous and loveable, just as you are yourself. Thank you so much for sharing it with me. I had't had a very good day until then. You changed it all. Thank you again."

Puff, the Magic Dragon and Peter Yarrow. Still magical after all these years!

Portlanders note: You can catch Peter Yarrow at 2pm tomorrow at The monkey and the rat www.themonkeyandtherat.com (his son's cool import art store in Old Town).

Thursday, September 20, 2007


Fall is in the air. Crisp. Cool. Like a fresh, crunchy apple, it has its own flavorful juices to enjoy. Strolling through the park, I see the geese and ducks doing their flight schools, the acorns decorate the ground and the squirrels are dashing faster up and down the trees. The leaves are still green for the most part, but there is the hint of color change at the tips.


When the wind is right, I hear the high school band practicing for the home football games and some Friday's I hear the cheers along with the fight song. I remember back when my husband and I would sneak into the game just before half-time to watch my son march in the band. I do love marching bands. It's the only reason I was ever interested in football.


Here in my own landscape, there's been a huge change. Gone is the lawn. In its place, three natural rock walls and a river rock creek bed. In the back, a stone meditation space, two new planting beds and a wall of bamboo. Planting the crimson Japanese maple and mums, I puts me a fall mood as well. Even though I am still happily gathering my dahlias and making arrangements inside, I've put out a bowl of fresh, fall apples, scented candles in warm vanilla and cinnamon scents and hung the harvest wreath on the front door.


Even though I'm not buying my children school clothes or supplies this year, I still feel that urge to sharpen pencils, buy new notebooks and break in a new pair of shoes. Don't you?

Tuesday, September 04, 2007


CROW SHAPESHIFTER ON THE WEB.




A few months ago, Annie O'Shaughnessy at Soul Flares, https://www.soulflares.org/ wrote a piece about animal totems and invited reader response. I wrote her about my first animal totem experience and how it led to the first of my Shapeshifter series, 'Crow'.


Here is part of the letter and below it the short story I wrote that is part of the 'Crow' shapeshifter piece.


It was great to revisit the experience that inspired this whole series. I hope you enjoy it, too.




"Dear Annie,

I am of a celtic ethnic origin and so the idea of animal totems did seem 'wierd' to me at first. The idea also fascinated me but I felt that not being of a certain ethnicity, I could not go there. Now, I look back at myself and smile softly with a little shake of my head. I understand. I realize that the art I create is full of totems even if they are not stacked one on top of the other or carved into a tree trunk, they are my totems all the same. "


CROW SHAPESHIFTER SHORT STORY


I know a bird.

He is strong and black and wise. He travels many worlds, through different times and knows creatures I can’t even begin to imagine. Today, he is a common crow. If you look at him now, that is what you’ll see. But his shape changes. He could be that dark-haired woman walking briskly with bracelets jangling. He could be a child from the past, part of an ancient tribe, trout fishing. Or he could be that man in the park with the bead in his beard, the daypack and heavy boots who seems to disappear just when I start wondering whether or not he is homeless. Perhaps, he has more homes than I think.


My shape never changes. I feel locked on the ground with two feet and I see only what is in front of me. My friend has no such limits. He tells me that he has been many shapes in many times and places. His wisdom and knowledge is beyond my perception.


One day, he swooped down landing on top of a fence and screeched. I jumped back shocked out of my mindless internal scrap heap. He was so big and bold, so close to me that all I could do was stare and listen. In this way, we became teacher and student. His teachings showed me all the small ways we are all connected. Some days, as I walked, he flew by with information about sites ahead as I traveled. Other times, he warned squirrels and other birds that my dog was on the prowl. Another day, I might be out driving and suddenly a crow landed on a stop sign, then later on a street sign I passed and then again on a tree near the road and I am gently prodded out of my; mindlessness. It made me wonder at all that is around me. It caused me to question the easy consensual reality in which I so mindlessly exist.


I have read that some people can see shape-changers and others just see the shape they want to see. I’ve never seen my friend change shape. But I do know I sometimes sense something out of the corner of my eye but by the time I turn to ”look” it is gone. Just because I haven’t actually seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I’ve learned, now, thanks to my friend and teacher, that there is much more to the world than I can see and touch and tasted and smell.


Tuesday, August 28, 2007

My view on the new book, ‘Why We Read, What We Read’ by John Heath and Lisa Adams.

Ok. I don’t like to be negative especially here in my Art and Words blog. I want to offer insights, a light in what can be a dark world and hope.

When I read the title and promo email, I hoped I would be reading…a book about how current events from 9/11 to Katrina to the Iraq war influence our relaxation reading choices. Instead I received a book that can be described as Best Seller Bashing.

They go on and on describing plots, characters and story lines of many popular fiction books as too simple, too sexy, too violent, too black, too white, too much hugging, or too many lawyers. The bashing of Dan Brown alone gets tedious. For example, referring to the hit, The Da Vinci Code, they say, “It’s speedy, simple and full of secrets. It’s not only about sex and religion but sex in religion.” And that its success has to do not with plot, characters or literary qualities but its highly controversial content.

You’ll realize that these authors criticize best-sellers for their ‘platforms’ defined as ‘built-in audiences’, while building their own ‘platform’.

Their platform can be described this way - divide up and criticize the best-sellers categories: Health and Wealth, Good and Evil, Romance, Politics, Religion and Self-Help. Use all the popular book titles to create ‘buzz’. Add a mixture of clever phrasing and rephrasing, snobby literary references and snide comments to keep those words coming.

They tantalize you in the intro with a self-help bit promising that they have an idea that will create more good books. Yet, they even admit that their “solution is so conventional and unlikely to find fruition it’s probably not worth more than a paragraph. But we never met a paragraph we couldn’t turn into several pages, and so we do.” Make that an entire 273 page book.

Ok, so want to know their solution that according to the authors quote above, it was going to be conventional? Here it is: Don’t buy the books and they won’t become best sellers.

LOL.

Sorry, I had to laugh, don’t you? They can bash Dan Brown as much as they want, I still loved “Angels & Demons” and “The Da Vinci Code” as much as the re-occurring characters and controversial themes in Shakespeare and Austin.

The only things I agree with the authors on is don’t buy this book so it won’t become a best seller.

Thursday, August 16, 2007


Are you addicted to distraction?
Do you love the rush of busyness?
Hello, my name is Susan. I have a distraction and adrenaline addictions.
(Element series: Earth)

A few weeks ago, I received the usual newsletter from creativity coach and author, Eric Maisel in which he discussed his new work on Creativity Recovery focusing on new types of addictions that undermine creativity. He pointed out that both "distraction addictions and the adrenaline addictions are existential cheap thrills."


I stand up and say...yes, they are. They keep you thinking you're accomplishing something while at the same time, draining away your creative energy and sucking away your soul.


Ever gotten hooked by drama? It doesn't matter if it's the daytime or nighttime kind, your own personal events, your kids, your neighbors, your coworkers, it is all too easy to get caught up in the adrenaline high that comes with complaining or problem solving someone else's problems. It keeps you real 'busy' doesn't it? And there's the rush in rushing around. Yes, it's an adrenaline high and it's addictive. Why? Because it keeps fear at bay or so we think.


According to Eric Maisel, "If we are even minimally anxious, resistant, discouraged, uncertain or unmotivated and therefore eager to find some way to avoid getting on with our writing, how strong the pull is to distract ourselves with a beckoning, right-at-hand Internet possibility.
How much easier it is to get a rush by hopping on your motorcycle and racing down the road than by canalizing your energy, channeling your being into your creative work, and waiting for the rush of good adrenal feeling that may not come until late this afternoon—or next week—or not at all. The pull to avoid our work can prove so strong that it is fair to call our flight compulsive and to characterize our behavior in real and not metaphoric terms as an addiction."


I agree. It is all too easy to jump on the Internet and...check your blog, check my blog, check out the latest news, weather, fashion, movie, book or even to 'justify' your distraction by calling it research that lasts for hours. I know. I've been there. I've done it.


Time for a change. Now the first shall come last and the last shall come first. Starting today, I will check email, internet news, weather and blogs in the afternoon when my creative brain is usually tired. And I will stop myself from rushing around trying to get all these small things done like they are the end of the world. Instead, I'll do one at a time, around my creative time not 'before' it. And when I feel the pull to problem solve someone else's problems or complain, I'll take a deep breath and say instead, "I am completely stopping."


Friday, August 03, 2007


Great Read...Words that inspire my art.


I loved this book, "The Wood Wife" by Terri Windling. It's an intriguing story with a compelling mix of mystery, poetry, and a lot of wonderful visual imagery. There are mythical spirit characters as well as down to earth humans set in the beautiful American Southwest. Each chapter starts with a poetry quote of the fictional poet character from the book, as well as quotes from other 'real' poets. One of the other main characters in the story is a painter and her art is described in such detail that I can 'see' the canvas as I read. I loved every page.


The author credits her visual inspiration from well-known British painter, Brian Froud. I can see her inspiration from author, Charles deLint as well. I have enjoyed everyone of deLint's novels over the years, reading and re-reading them. I enjoyed reading Windling's novel so much, I look forward to re-reading it as well. In the Author's Note at the end of the book, she describes how her novel started out as a series of short stories and 'shape-shifted' into its current form.


As I have created a whole series of pieces based on the concept of shape-shifting, I guess this novel was a natural for me. This book helped me see once again how important words are to my art.

Friday, July 27, 2007


Swinging on the breeze,
Imagine you're on a trapeeze
Entertaining your muse.
Or sit back and snooze
Dream of pink and chartruese
Braiding daisy chains for your hair.
It's warm in the sun
so enjoy summer fun
Play and play and play.
All day and into night
Twirling cirlces fast upon the grass
and hide and seek in the moonlight.
(Ball masque:Sun)


I loved summer as a child. All those hours to play, ride bikes, explore the forests surrounding my suburban house. Or spending a hot an humid day in the community pool diving for pennies and getting sunburned. Then cooling off after supper playing 'spud' or hide n seek with all the neighbor kids across our unfenced backyards. Even spending a quiet afternoon in the shade reading the latest Nancy Drew mystery. One summer, it changed, when I looked out the window and saw the teenager girl from down the street walking by with no bike, no book, nothing to play with and I felt sad. Suddenly, I knew my summer play days were numbered in single digits.


Today, my age well into the double digits, teenage days long gone, I want to welcome back the summer. Not just the flowers, sunshine and light breeze but the carefree, happiness that went with fudgesicles and sundresses and twirling.


Enjoy!




Wednesday, July 25, 2007


8 Random Facts...Playing tag for grown-ups.
(Seasons: Spring)




One day, Janet emailed me and told me about this new blogger game and asked if I wanted to play. Just like those old playground days, I wanted to watch a few players first, get the idea of the game and then join in. So after checking out Susan Tweit's blog at , and Janet's blog at (http://www.riehlife.com), I jumping in the game.



First: The Rules


1) Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

2) People tagged post on their blog about their eight things and post these rules.

3) At the end of your blog, you choose eight people to tag and list their names.

4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.


Susan Tweit’s 8 random facts(http://communityoftheland.blogspot.com)
1) I live in a house that has a view of four biomes: western Great Plains, southern Rocky Mountains, Chihuahuan Desert and Great Basin.2) In my garden are six kinds of heritage tomatoes (none are ripe yet).3) My first car was a horse and a pack train.4) My first dog was a Labrador retriever who loved to fish and hated hunting.5) My last dog was a Great Dane who was bigger than I am. When she galloped, I could almost fly by holding onto her leash.6) One of my degrees is in fine arts photography but I don’t own a camera; my other degree is in field ecology and I don’t own a field either.7) I do own a formerly decaying industrial property on which my husband and I are carefully restoring the native bunchgrass habitat (the wildflowers in our front yard are gorgeous right now).8.) If there is a plant I love more than big sagebrush, I haven’t met it yet.


Jane Kirkpatrick’s 8 Random Facts (http://www.janekirkpatrick.blogspot.com)
1. I don’t have a belly button.2. I’m a licensed pilot who hasn’t piloted since surviving an accident in 19873. I’m gluten-intolerant4. My sister and I used to sing duets5. Our wire-haired pointing Griffon is the third dog we’ve had in a year; the youngest of the two we still have.6. I always wanted to be a stand-up comic.7. If I went back to school it would be in spiritual counseling.8. I like to eat salt from the palm of my hand.


Janet Riehl’s 8 (okay, 9) Random Facts (http://www.reihlife.com)
1) I first heard the word “meme” in the early 1990s working for as the backroom girl developing training curriculum and materials for an internationally known organizational development and diversity consultant. I thought it sounded exotic…and remembered how to pronounce it by thinking, “It rhymes with ‘theme’.”
2) I grew up on land in Southwestern Illinois on the bluffs above the Mississippi River which has been in our family for six generations.
3) “It’s part of your education,” is one of my touchstone phrases from my father, Erwin A. Thompson, who graduated from high school when they still taught Latin. He usually says this when something goes wrong…as a philosophical way of balancing the nasty thing out in my mind…meaning…”Now you know and won’t do it that way a second time.”
4) “I’m ready for a new set of problems,” is a touchstone phrase from a Ghanaian friend E. F. Ofosu-Appeah who I knew in West Africa in the 1970s…meaning…”Nothing is trouble free…there are no completely new slates…and it’s all about figuring things out.”
5) “It was sad really…when…” is a touchstone phrase from my friend Stephanie Farrow in Albuquerque, New Mexico…who says this to me when I’m becoming overly morose…in order to restore my perspective. In anyone else’s mouth, it could be cruel, but she is so kind, this phrase serves as tonic and produces a laugh, almost guaranteed.
6) I lived in Africa for five years in the 1970s. My parents came to visit me three times in both Ghana and Botswana. If they had not entreated me to come home on their last visit, I likely would have remained an expatriate forever.
7) I’ve set foot on five of the seven continents (Asia, Africa, North America, South America, and Europe, but not Antartica nor Australia). I’ve worked with most major ethnic groups in community education and development. I travelled to Bhutan before it was an open tourist site when I attended a cremation of a great Buddhist master in 1992.
8.) I’m a hyphenated kinda gal, and have trouble at parties saying what I do at any given time, as I fish from my lily pond of: writer, artist, storyteller, actress, speaker, creativity coach, teacher, old-fashioned variety comedy show impresarrio, violinist, violin teacher…or, as my father dubbs me, “Woman of the World.”
9) I’m always sliding over the line, so my eight facts become nine: I have a frog collection in my bathroom where they hop around at night.

Susan Gallacher-Turner's 8 Random Facts (http://sculpturepdx.blogspot.com/)

Here I go...

1. My first cat picked me out at the local shelter and wouldn't let me leave until I picked him up and took him home. He also loved going to drive-in movies and riding in the car standing on his hind legs and looking out the window.


2. My college degree was in Home Economics and I was going to use it to become a pre-school teacher. Now I teach art making classes at elementary schools.


3. My first post-college job was at a local radio station as a copywriter where I wrote radio spots for restaurants, car dealers, concerts and 'head' shops.


4. It was an AOR (album oriented rock) station where I also met my husband.


5. I went back to school to study art after my kids started school, to learn to draw and paint but I actually do sculptural work with various metals(and sometimes add paint, too).


6. I am not a gardener but I had a fern for 20 years that grew so big, it filled up the dining nook and we had to move the table.


7. The fern was a housewarming gift from my father when I moved into my first apartment and it died 3 months after he did.


8. I learned to ballroom dance in college as part of my PE credit. I also took bowling but I got better grades in ballroom dance.




So there ya go, my 8 random facts. So now, I'm supposed to 'tag' someone else but quite a few others have already been tagged. What to do? How about just joining in anyway? Janet...Susan...Quinn...

Friday, July 13, 2007


Laugh.

Imagine.

Play.

It is a summer's day!


New work - Season's series

'Summer'




As a deep prussian-blue night sky with an opalescent moon shines down on dew-drop jeweled rose petals lit by the gentle twinkle of fireflies, I sit elegantly dressed in an all white gown with a tangled wreath of honeysuckle in my hair. I know I am not alone. Although I cannot see my fellow midsummer revelers, I can sense them nearby gazing up at the glowing moon, playing with the fireflies and making rose petal necklaces. We all share the magic of the night savoring the luscious smells of honeysuckle, lavender and rose, the taste of bright raspberry, the light touch of cool breeze, the swaying of the tree leaves in time to a long forgotten melody. And they dance to the tune. I know. I see the mysterious bends in the grass that fairy steps leave.


I sigh. Ah, a midsummer night melody from which dreams are made.