Studio Peek

My friend Tim recently let me try out his sweet camera, here are a few of the results:Having such a narrow field of focus combines some of what I love about the ambiguity of the blur with that divine sharpness. Of course this means I now have the urge to upgrade from my trusty point and shoot. Tim also has a sneak peek of my mystery project over at his blog. While you are over there don't miss checking out some of the amazing kites he and Ruth design and make. Hopefully I'll get to photograph both of their studios soon.

sanding

Fighting off a cold and a desire to stay in bed, but this is calling:

sanding plexi edges (24- 12"x48" sheets) today

to lead to something like this:

can't wait.

I'm also going to use this opportunity to finish a tag for the first time ever:

I've been tagged by Helle (gooseflesh):

1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself
optional rule: in your studio/work space.
optional rule 2: right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.

I tag the following:
Ruth (Instances of Make)
Mien (Red Red Day)
Marjojo(My Art Grows Around Me)
Meghan (Output)
Colin (Patterns and Pigments)

something

A study for a project to be finished and displayed next month.
Prepared: handspun string nearly two miles long. Plans laid and remade.
To be scaled up.
To be layered.
A cloth.
A drawing.
A sculpture.
A monolith.

Back to work.

Seeing grasses again, this time in strange light, otherworldly and dark.

old lines

oh, oh, oh, where could I find this today?
Etching of Overhead Telephone and Telegraph Wires in Broadway, 1890.

Book of Old New York. Henry Collins Brown. 1913

via wikipedia

insulator lovers

warp

7-08

note to self: a good reminder to not take orientation so literally.

decay

Eternal preoccupation, my eyes follow them block after block, searching out irregularities and interesting intersections, taking mental note of location and waiting for right weather to return with my camera.
Some of the most compelling are lines in various stages of decay. The inorganic resembles the organic as it disintegrates, sagging lines vine around taut ones for support. The small towns circling my small city tend to have the most of these, repairs left for more fortunate times.

9-20-08

studio play

Made this little ceramic spool a number of months ago along with some larger ones. It sat, empty and waiting until this little bit of black thread needed a safe place to stay. Upon winding the thread, the spool became a ring.

The transformation of studio bits, all sketches and beginning ideas, fascinates me, and the cultivation of these happy moments drives me here, to this space, again and again, the moments of "make". From the seeds of studio bits, things planted a year or two ago, I can finally feel a body of work coming forth, something to feed and develop and turn into a show. My spun drawing hangs in our living room above the bed bouying my body and thoughts up in the morning a promise of what may come.
My good friend Ruth, a painter of a different kind of line, recently began a blog; this entry in particular resonates with me as do her thoughts on Art Basel Miami.

tie

2-15-09

grey sky

Though spring is swiftly arriving, my polaroid camera has been gathering dust. This winter was different than the last: the sky more often blue with scattered clouds. The fifteenth of February relented and gave me a grey backdrop.