Friday, December 30, 2011

Beginings and Gratitude

I dreamed of the project last night. I dreamed of origami creations with messages hidden in them, and of cards that needed a magnifying glass to read. I dreamed of not getting them done in time, and of cheating and making a bunch all at once. I'm full of ideas and excited to learn new things as I work to create something unique each day.
On the verge of a new year I want to take a moment to express gratitude. I'll put it in list form, as I'm a fan of lists.
I'm Thankful For:
The wonder of healing and spontaneous forgiveness I experienced with my Mom before she died
Being there with her when she passed away
My siblings; all that we experienced this year, sorrowful and joyful
The Cappy's warmth, generosity, acceptance and love
A beautiful, joyful wedding
My amazing kindred spirit friend
Cat-love
Making great big leaps into the unknown
Florence
Native Offerings Farm
Growth, love, optimism
Continuing to grow through friendship
......
so much more...














Thursday, December 29, 2011

365 Project

I've decided to begin a 365 project come 1/1/12. I've been thinking of what form it would take for a week or so and have found it! My process was as follows...I want to be more conscientious about reaching out to others this year for birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Also, I love working with paper, found language, and collage. So I'm combining them. Each day I will create a 'card' or little piece of mailable art, document it here, and mail it to...you! Here are my parameters as of right now...
1.I will create a 'card' or mini piece of art every day.
2.It can be any size, as long as it's mailable.
3.I will incorporate found/re-claimed images and or text into each one.
4.It will be photographed and posted on this blog each day.
I'm well aware that there will be days that are busy or when I plain don't feel creative. I also know there will be days when I'm tempted to make several in one day.
I like the challenge of pushing through those spaces. I look forward to this project fostering opportunities for thinking and seeing differently. If you're interested in receiving one, send your address and the special date of your choice.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

in with the new

I've been struggling with my back since I lifted that flat of Japanese Turnips at the farm a few months ago. Struggling. I've begun writing again as I try to work through all aspects of back pain. Lower back indicates a feeling of being overwhelmed, a lack of financial and emotional support, and a shaky foundation.
Last August we decided to pull the rug out and try to create more meaningful lives (with less 'formal' employment), and have decided to move come spring. Lots of uncertainty there, but so much creativity and freedom and excitement! Our finances have been uncertain, yet we've had enough, and at times have had wonderfully unexpected gifts from wonderfully unexpected sources. I feel fully supported in my emotional, spiritual, and creative endeavors by those closest to me.
Sooo, why the continued manifestation of dis-ease in my back? I look to a lack of self acceptance and support. Being hard on myself for not meeting lofty expectations. Falling into old patterns of struggle between dependence/independence. Getting my back cracked today and hoping to get clearance to begin Pilates classes again. As I work within for health I will work with my body to gain strength. I've got a home to manifest, a chicken coop to build and a garden to start come spring!
Moving toward the new conscientiously, with intent, with love, with joy...

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Alas, Poor Yorick..

Ohhh, heck yes. This is what my sparkly, goat loving, accordion playing, beautiful, unicorn club bosom friend got me for Christmas. It is...it IS a taxaderm-ied mouse Hamlet! Holy cow. Thank you, Carra!
Today I began making him a stage (All the world's a stage). And here he is..making his speech...

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio:a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy:he hath borne me on his back a thousand times:and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?"

Monday, December 19, 2011

Holiday Cheer and Profit

Heck yes, Last Minute Panic ROCKED! Heck yes. My body felt just fine, I was open, relaxed, and happy. It was a successful sale both in profit and feedback. I always value the feedback and conversations I have at shows. This one was no exception. I'm so grateful to everyone who not only enjoyed what I make, but who gifted it to others. My canvases did really well, which thrilled me because I love them so much.
Happy Flo.
On Saturday we went to the Alleyway Theater to see A Christmas Carole. This particular production has been running for 29 years in the same space, with (largely) the same cast. It's an intimate, small space. The production is so beautiful, and I left feeling expansive and full of Holiday Cheer. Nik and I went to The Place after and I had my first Tom & Jerry, a festive holiday drink in every respect.
All in all, a lovely lovely weekend.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

A few degrees makes all the difference

A deluge of rain. Torrential, soaking rain. If it were snow, I would be all bundled up and walking in it. I would be listening to the deep hush of it. I would be dazzled by the sparkle and the cold air. If it were snow. Alas, it rains. I organized many spaces in our wee apartment today. We'll have a house guest starting Sunday. I couldn't stand the idea of all of our packed boxes and patched empty walls greeting her. So I re-hung some art and mirrors, and organized storage spaces. I feel back weary but much happier, and more prepared for company.
Last Minute Panic begins tomorrow, and so, it appears, will my period. Awesome. I've spent many years making peace with it, embracing it, eating healthier and as a result have had better and better periods over the years. But I really...Really don't relish the idea of being anywhere that isn't near microwave popcorn, my heating pad, and the couch on day 1.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Aphid fever

The last few weeks I've been creating new canvases, and am really happy with the new ones. I created a few 5x5's that I especially like. Big Victorian Drama! Today I began practicing my set-up for the Last Minute Panic show this weekend at WNYBAC. I also began creating a 'Curiosities' banner from 1800's Harper covers and cut out letters from the pages. All fun and exciting stuff. Then I cried to my chiropractor which is new for me. But, I've got 'the hormones' which is code-ish for 'I'm gonna get my period any minute and I'm crying...a lot'.
This morning I battled the aphids we've got exploding out of our christmas tree. Alright, there's a bit of dramatic exaggeration in that last statement. After breakfast Boris was under the tree, looking at something...veeeery intently. He often does this with shadows so at first I didn't take much notice. The next time I looked, however, he was in the exact same spot, doing the 'I am poking it with my paw to see what happens' thing. So I stooped for a look and drew back with an exclamatory 'what the hell are those?!'. According to the google search 'bugs on my christmas tree' I learned that they're aphids. (To which Nik replied in rapid fire panicing-but-not-panicing-voice 'Spiders? So they're Spiders? There are Spiders on the tree?'. Noooo, not Spiders..Aphids!)
According to the nice tree farmer folks on line, they'll mostly die on their own once they realize it's not summer, only a warm-ish apartment with zero humidity and no food source. Phew. So I vacuumed and I periodically kill some with a kleenex. Haaaaappy Hollllidays!

Aphid tree, oh Aphid tree, how lovely are your Aphids...









And Boris...the aphid hunter

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

chicken yen

I want my chickens. I despair at my lack of chickens, fresh eggs, and even the poop. yes, I despair the lack of chicken poop. I keep reading the chicken book Carra gave me,Chick Days Raising Chickens from Hatchlings to Laying Hens. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and it is the perfect 'go to' book when I'm too tired for retention but want to read a few pages before bed. Anyone who knows me well knows that I fell in love with a little Ancona hen this summer. I named her Florence, and held her in my arms. I made up songs about her new comb and wattle, her wee talons, her black and white speckly feathers. I sang them to her as I scratched her beak, and she would close her eyes and coo for me. When she was nervous, i would tuck her head under my arm and she would sleep there. We had a bond. Sadly, her independent little self wandered too far from the flock in late August and she became supper for a fox. Sadly, sadly. This week I will be making a little chicken canvas in honor of Florence. In the mean time, here is Florence.

Friday, November 18, 2011

city scapes

My week has been happily consumed in the making of matchbook cities. Here is a smattering of quotes from the section I was inspired by... From Sexing The Cherry by Jeanette winterson "The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, form a thick cloud over the city... The words resist erasure....Indeed I was sorry to see the love-sighs of young girls swept away. My companion, though she told me it was strictly forbidden, caught a sonnet in a wooden box and gave it to me as a memento. If I open the box by the tiniest amount I may hear it, repeating itself endlessly as it is destined to do until someone sets it free....That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the spaces of the loft that the air was all driven away. The lovers suffocated, but when the sacristan opened the tiny door the words tumbled him over in their desire to be free, and were seen flying across the city in the shape of doves." Beauty and wonder. And so I am creating little cities with the sky full of words, and am loving it.