Showing posts with label spirals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirals. Show all posts

Monday, September 6, 2010

Whispered Stories of Wombs and Caves


About to walk down the spiral staircase, 
I pause, and notice a knot in the window frame. 
I haven't looked closely before.  
Now I SEE it. 
It reminds me of a drawing done today. 


I begin to look around the house, at the 
wood grain in the floor, at circular, 
spinning lines in a bird's nest on a shelf.
Everything is reduced to line and pattern. 


I see an omphalos in a piece of wood,  
and another in a drawing nearby, 
and understand the elegance of math, 
orbiting electrons and spinning galaxies,  
though I can't explain them, 
except like this, 
in pen and ink and blurring lines. 






I notice the little bits of things picked up 
along paths - ordinary yet miraculous things - 
   whispering stories of wombs and caves and
small creatures hiding in trees. 




I marvel at a tiny spiral relic of shell. 


Again and again I carve a spiral path 
with ink -
as if  spinning around 
the navel 
of a tiny universe.





Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Carving Spirals in Stone


Working in the studio yesterday, a slight breeze, 
grabbed a stone to hold the drying drawings... 
then noticed the paperweight 
I had chosen. 


Piles of these growing on my table. The conversation 
with these ancient symbols goes deeper and deeper. 


They often look the same, but slightly different. 
What makes me like one more than another? 
I'm getting some ideas
about that. 


My studio wall, spirals and meanders that were 
informing me before, are slowly coming down 
as these "seed stones" 
take up the board. 


I'm calling them that - seed stones - as that is what they are for me. 
It feels like carving when I am slowly, deliberately following the 
spirals around and around.....


And they are seeds, seeding ideas, words 
recorded in lists in my sketchbook. 


Clicking on the photo above once, then twice,
and the secret conversation with myself is 
revealed. 


The necklace I happened to wear yesterday while 
in the studio.....


A break in the moss garden for afternoon tea. Bengal Spice
with a touch of raw honey and milk in my raven mug.


A dash off to the farm around the corner to pick up share, 
anise hyssop added to the vase of flowers in the kitchen window, 
and fresh herbs to bundle and hang for cooking. 


All I wanted to do today was to immerse myself with spirals, 
ancient cricket sounds filling the space while working. 
Had to drive to another town and drop paintings off at a
shop. Wonderful, beautiful shop owned by wonderful, 
creative people. No time for spirals today- nor tomorrow, 
what will I do? 

Sunday, August 15, 2010

In Praise of Rain and Studio Stories

Meander stone and spiral drawing


birches turning yellow behind garden

As I write, the first gentle, soaking rain in 
weeks taps out a slow rhythm on the tin roof. I'm grinning 
with gratefulness. A cool, autumnal feeling day that called 
me deep within myself and found me tending the land and 
working in the studio. The birches have started turning and 
dropping leaves much earlier than usual. began the day by 
cutting the numerous saplings that sprout in the clearing - 
an ongoing necessary task to claim some open space in 
the midst of the forest. I trimmed hemlocks, cut black and 
yellow birch, keeping a few white ones for their graceful 
leaf-wind-dance. I could feel the rain coming - the smells, 
a certain density of clouds, the rustle of high leaves. 


As I wandered and worked, small signs of fall color 
peeped out from secret hiding places. 


I noticed that someone tasted the volunteer squash, 
probably the woodpile chipmunk who lives next to it. 
Guess it wasn't to her liking. 


After hauling the brush to a pile in the forest, I contemplated 
the cord and a half more of wood that needs to be stacked, 
but some images and ideas I'm working on drew me into the studio 
for more exploration. Sometimes, things that start as pure fun turn 
into something exciting. I didn't realize until today that the painted 
stones I made for my Myth and Symbol students in the spring related 
to the line doodle drawings I was doing last winter. 

line doodles 

Its not really surprising, I'm fascinated with these kinds 
of primal patterns, crop circle patterns and ancient 
symbols that are seen in cultures from all over the world. 
What is surprising is that they haven't ever found their way 
into my work in a sustained and significant way. 
Now, however, they are demanding attention. 

painted spiral stone

I've been obsessively making bleeding, primal pattern 
drawings the last few days, listening to stories told in the 
language of symbols. Patterns are speaking to me, though I 
hear them from a place just out of reach of my consciousness. 
I know obsessions to be very useful things to nurture when 
it comes to making art - they can take me on grand, new 
adventures if I have the courage to follow....    


I'm obviously being influenced by things on my studio table,
but then again, I chose to put them there.... 



Though the patterns aren't so different, its the surface they are 
on that gives each its particular quality. Gel pens on black paper, 
silver paint marker on stone, ink on watercolor and Yupo paper. 


What I'm excited about with these new drawings is 
the obvious influence the stone shapes have had on 
them. The line doodles are like patterns in space
that speak of microcosms and macrocosms - 
spinning electrons and galaxies. I see ancient 
artifacts and petroglyphs as I draw patterns within 
the stone-like forms in this work. Containing 
the patterns this way is a new way of working 
with much to explore. 


Above is a drawing on Yupo paper which is not 
absorbent at all so creates interesting bleed areas 
as the ink dries. Below is a detail. A bit like an eye...  



Two spirals on Yupo. The one on the right is still wet, 
if you click to enlarge, you will see the pooling ink. 


Three primal pattern drawings on watercolor paper. 

Who knows where all this will lead. For now, I'm happy 
to feel myself pulled into the studio. I have landscapes to 
make for an upcoming show and a gallery, both demanding 
that I commit to a body of work instead of a new exploration. 
I will keep making these drawings however, I'm too obsessed 
not to! They are new ingredients I am stirring into my 
cauldron of imagination. Always a good idea to change 
up the stew now and again to keep 
things interesting.... 


Friday, April 30, 2010

Stones and Spirals



Classes end on Monday. My students are working hard this weekend to finish final projects. Every semester I teach one section of 2-D Design & Color, and one more concept-based class. In the fall I teach Exploring the Natural World, and in the spring, Myth & Symbol. I love teaching all three classes, each one has its own gifts. This is the second time I have taught Myth & Symbol, a class I proposed last year as I wanted to delve deep into the land of dreams, mystery and enchantment. We start with a cup of tea and move to an inspirational tidbit - poetry, automatic writing or drawing, symbol or archetype work, meditation, sound and ritual. Its been a real hit with my students and I find it a wonderful way to bring a bit of magic to academia. It has been an amazing semester, with strong, authentic and experimental creations. I owe my own blogging to the hours spent looking for mythic artists online to show as examples and finding the world of inspirational art bloggers. I'm so looking forward to seeing the final completed work from these amazing young artists, though it is tinged with a bit of sadness as many of them are graduating. 

In keeping with the theme of the class, I wanted to give them each a small symbolic token to mark the close of our time together. So, I went to the local swimming hole and collected small, smooth stones to paint with symbols. I sat on the stone bench in the warm sun and painted for the afternoon. Hope none of them visit this blog before Monday, or I'll have ruined the surprise....!


 
Each stone is double sided: one side a meandering line 
that links up with one of the other stones,  
the other, a spiral-themed symbol. 










I left this small bunch for someone to find....


A quiet river today. 
The sun went in and the black flies came out. 
 I have a huge welt on my forehead from some 
small black flying thing....
I conveniently forget about black flies every year 
until they are here again in May.
I liked the stones a lot... think I'll keep making them.