Wednesday, February 29, 2012

embroidery - past and present


I haven't spent much time embroidering in the past week and a half or so. :(

When I was gathering photos for the assignment I posted earlier this week, I ran across some pre-blog embroidery.


I embroidered this up as a wall-hanging for a good friend of mine nearly seven years ago.






Here is C sitting in front of it to give you a sense of scale - it was rather large.


I made these tea towels up and apparently gave them to someone but I have no idea who.



Ditto for these tea towels. :)



I made this bib for my sister B in celebration of her first daughter. I used a gargoyle from a Dover pattern book and added the drool and the little quote. I made the bib out of one of those water proof spit mats or changing mats. It actually embroidered really nicely.




A skirt I made for K that I still adore.



I embroidered the bird and blossom on pillowcases as an anniversary gift for my parents one year. I love them and consider them some of my best work.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

a hat and a very small head

Towards the end of last year, Tim's father sent us a hat that belonged to Tim's grandfather. He sent it in its original hatbox. We wanted the hat (Keith had asked before he sent it) but we weren't sure what we were going to do with it. Especially after it came and we discovered what a small head he had. The size of the hat is 6 7/8.

We decided we would use it as decor. However, I needed to make a hat stand for it. After Christmas, I was doing some organizing and found a lathed candle holder my Dad had made for us (Dad made our unity candle holders and this was one he made in case we didn't like the first). I decided it would make a great hat stand (as I've never displayed it since I've always displayed the other candle holder).


So now it sits on the recycled book table I made a while back (boosted by an old computer fan as it still needed more height as the table is tucked behind another table that I put vignettes on).

A couple of weeks ago, I was photographing some other stuff and just for kicks and jollies, I put the hat on the girls.





Because of how I shot these photos, you really can't tell but the hat is too small for C and almost too small for K.

So what does a man with such a small head look like?


Viva was a tiny woman and Red was not a particularly tall man so I suppose they look relatively normal.

Below you see a photo of their family. Tim's Dad is their only son.


Monday, February 27, 2012

new art journal pages


The secret message style quotes are from Sherlock Holmes - A Scandal in Bohemia. The left-hand page is Watson's lament and the right is Holme's response.


The cool eye page is from a page in a medical book, which I marbleized using the oil marbleization method.

The quotes behind the 'secret message' are various quotes on creativity and the ability to see. Here they are if you are interested.

When I'm ready to make a photograph, I think I quite obviously see in my minds eye something that is not literally there in the true meaning of the word. I'm interested in something which is built up from within, rather than just extracted from without. Ansel Adams

'If the individual viewer realizes that for him what he sees in a picture corresponds to something within himself-that is, the photograph mirrors something in himself-then his experience is some degree of Equivalence.' Minor White

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Simplicity, clarity, singleness: These are the attributes that give our lives power and vividness and joy as they are also the marks of great art. They seem to be the purpose of God for his whole creation. Richard Holloway

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. Saint Augustine

The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus. Thomas Carlyle

SAVE our blessings, Master, save From the blight of thankless eye, JOHN KEBLE

Everyone who enjoys thinks that the principal thing to the tree is the fruit, but in point of fact the principal thing to it is the seed. -- Herein lies the difference between them that create and them that enjoy. Friedrich Nietzsche

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.William Blake

To see things in the seed, that is genius. Lao Tzu

When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before Cliff Fadiman

A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight. Robertson Davies

I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun; not because I can see it but because by it all things are seen. C.S. Lewis

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The quote on the bottom of the page is 1 Samuel 16:7: The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.



The thumbprint journaling is an idea I found via Pinterest from the blog See Jamie Blog.

Friday, February 24, 2012

I Am No Beatrix Potter

(funny story from today - and yes this one appears on two of my blogs)

This morning, while K was practicing piano, I was working on getting caught up on some business emails, I felt something tickly on my leg so I stomped my foot and felt something fall onto my foot, I flipped on the light and saw a tiny mouse scoot under the computer desk.

My first thought is I am a grown woman and do not need to make a fuss but my second thought was I would feel much better if I vented. So I started screaming and ran upstairs and woke up my husband yelling that I had a mouse in my pants. Of course, the girls were quite upset.

I went downstairs and found the sticky trap we had leftover from the chipmunk incident. That little creatures was wandering around without a care in the world, as if he didn't see me at all. If I had something, I could have caught him but he scooted when I got close to him (mice are extremely shortsighted and this one seemed especially so (Hmm...I wonder if that is the origin of the song Three Blind Mice)). I placed the trap and went upstairs.

I was in our bedroom changing when K came running in screaming that the mouse was at the bottom of the stairs. C was in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs preventing the mouse from escaping so I grabbed an empty peanut butter jar and tried to catch it but the jar was a bit small, so C got me a shoe box sized Tupperware. I managed to pin the little creature between the stair and the box and so I put the pb jar by his head and let the box go and so caught him.

He was absolutely adorable. Mice are cute - Beatrix Potter's illustrations prove it. However, unlike that fine woman, I am not interested in having one living in my house.

So we released the little guy at a nearby park and then proceeded to harass him by following him around and taking photos of him. Fortunately, I only put a 256 memory card in my camera and could only take 30 shots and was so forced to leave him alone.

I am OCD, I've washed my hands so many times today that they are drying out. :)

While I was obsessing to Tim, he asked me a simple question. "In the twelve years we have lived in this house, how many rodents have we found in it?" I replied "Two." He said, "No, three." He's right we've had a deer mouse, a chipmunk, and now this little field mouse.










Thursday, February 23, 2012

photography: the art of expression

To my blog friends, I hope you will have patience with me. I’ve been teaching a one-on-one photography class for my friend’s high school-aged son. I gathered photos for the lesson and was going to put them in a FB album or on a photo-sharing gallery. However, I’ve decided to share it here because I thought it might be fun to share some of my ‘art’ photos with all of you. Before the photos, comes the lesson, feel free to skip over it if you are not my student.

Expressive photography is to documentary photography what poetry is to technical writing. What is visually recorded is secondary to the metaphor that the image becomes. By taking a picture that goes beyond a beautiful but external rendering of a subject, the photographer moves beyond being a technician or a craftsman and enters the realm of art. Of course, when you move into the realm of expression and metaphor, it becomes easier for your audience to draw their own conclusions and you can be sure that their conclusions will not always match what you intended to say.

In an article titled Photography as Expression, Phil Douglas writes:
“Expressive photography is based upon three important principles: Abstraction, Incongruity ,and Human Values. Abstraction removes literal, descriptive clutter and hones an image down to its essence, encouraging imaginative responses. Incongruity presents elements that seem to be at odds with their context, creating contrasts and juxtapositions that stimulate both the emotions and the imagination. Human values convey the emotions, beliefs, traditions and knowledge that we understand and share as humans.”

This is where your preceding lessons come into play. Many of the lessons covered earlier will enable to you remove the descriptive clutter that Douglas writes about (think about perspective, for instance). Incongruity is a concept that your Mom understands well as it is one often used in poetry. If you can make the commonplace strange to your viewer, they will take a second look and become involved and begin to explore a new place with you. The interesting thing about human values is that while they are shared, everyone sees them a bit differently because everyone has a different perspective since they stand in a unique place and time that separates them from everyone else in human history. Your job is to convey human values in such a way that people begin to see things at least a little bit as you do.

You assignment is to create at least one photo that you think expresses something beyond what the image is about. In your last assignment, you created a one to one value where you illustrated written text in a literal manner. In this assignment, you can take the photo and push it beyond literal meaning. In addition, I want you to pick one of the examples that I have provided below and write an essay on what the photo expresses and what photographic techniques were used (or may have been used) to create the end result.

Aubade
Aubade literally means a song or poem to greet the dawn.


Continuum
According to Merriam-Webster the word continuum means: a coherent whole characterized as a collection, sequence, or progression of values or elements varying by minute degrees.

The Essential Point
A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus. Thomas Carlyle
Bringing it Back
"Nothing is more like a soul than a bee. It goes from flower to flower as a soul goes from star to star, and brings back honey as a soul brings back light." Victor Hugo

Foil
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light. John Ruskin
 

So Much Darkness
John Herschel, astronomer and son of the brilliant William Herschel, once observed “In the midst of so much darkness, we ought to open our eyes as wide as possible to any glimpse of light, and utilize whatever twilight may be accorded us, to make out, though but indistinctly, the forms that surround us.”

Theology
The moment the word "why" crosses our lips, we are doing theology. Carolyn Custis James

Inside Plato's Cave

Fire and Rain


Life in a Fishbowl


To Make Lemonade


The Groom's Flowers


In the Dark Shadow of the Tree

The Same Thread
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides. Lao Tzu


Silence
Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death. Jean Jacques Rousseau
 
silence 
by Melissa Howard
An incandescent bulb
hangs in the laundry room.

I wish to hold you
to the light and confirm
that you are growing.

Perhaps I would find
an egg laced with veins,
a knob of a heart inside,
and the thrashing shadows
of wings ready to spread.

There could be ruptures
darkening the surface, ready to crack
and let you lie in the sun with me
until your feathers are dry.

Or I might discover a clot of inertia
crammed in the narrow end
because you weren’t turned
daily and allowed to grow
in different directions.

And you remain there
until apathy rots you
and the lingering smell of sulfur
repulses those who approach.
A Steady Eye
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye Francois De La Rochefoucauld
He Never Felt Sorry for Himself
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

Separation Anxiety


The ABC of Dying

This is what age must learn about:
The ABC of dying.
The going, yet not going,
The loving and leaving,
And the unbearable knowing and knowing.

E.B. White

Through a Glass Darkly
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1Corinthians 13:12

Not Made for This World
“If I find myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” C.S. Lewis