Thursday, February 28, 2008
Just received my "win" from Ebay for the above button cards. More than likely , they have been resting in a sewing box for many years...collected notions of a seamstress that now has passed.
There is no question the Mother of Pearl buttons are beautiful...but, the artistry of the button cards is my LOVE! The sweet illustrations...the influence of the Victorian and Art Deco Eras....the distinct ornamentation of each companies wares...all provide a unique form of art. Obviously, the marketing department of button manufacturers stressed the importance of presentation. Even a simple white button should be graced with a beautiful, multi-colored, story telling card. This attention to detail and pride of presentation is the charm of the product.
Very often our focus can become the object...not what surrounds it...unfortunately, we sometimes think the mundane widget need not be graced with beauty for it only does a simple task...but, more often than not, it is the very garnish surrounding the object that provides the most pleasing visual.
I'm sure the customer that purchased the above cards enjoyed their beauty...but, knowing the era from whence they came, I would imagine the focus was on the need of a button. But today...my affection is for the card...I know for certain the artistry work has merit and definitely finds favor with me.
P.S. The baubles of Wednesday's post find a home on Friday. It was this...now it is that...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
This random act of creating has become a Ma-Da (Mother/Daughter) experience quite often with us. It invites the opportunity to chit chat...spill some interesting stories...reminisce about each of our childhoods...and discuss what the future might hold. These mindless activities often segue into creative projects. She began working on some adorable little necklaces (will show soon), and I made some handmade gift tags. It turned the afternoon into something far more memorable than the current flick on the television.
Upon reflection, the afternoon was summed up like this: the coffee painting conversation was about her future...while we painted paper to look aged...and the entire time I was wishing she would never grow up. Weird twists of time.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
This past weekend while attending a sporting event...a little extra time was found to scout out a few antique malls. My daughter and I went on the hunt to find a few little nuggets of joy and quite easily found this $2 bag of earrings. It would have been a great find had you but one ear...thus, we must find them a new way of serving out their need to garnish.
I have challenged myself to create some goodies this week with these little baubles, and display the result. Sometimes a good personal goal setting can stimulate the senses in a new way. So, check daily and see what and/or if anything begins to surface. Tick...tock.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Yet, as I was driving to swim practice the other day, this image presented itself. Even I felt confident this might render a pleasing picture. For once, I had no words.
What is art? I ask myself this question daily as I attempt to create some pile of something into another pile of something else. From my understanding of art as a child...it must consist of starting with a blank page, adding your creative juice through any variety of mediums (i.e. paint, pen, chalk,) and the end result being pleasing to the masses. But, as a somewhat creative adult, this definition has become quite archaic in my own brain.
Yes, there are schooled educators of art...and those that have learned techniques of various artists...and certainly those who can start with a blank page, add their creative juice and blow your mind. But, does this exclude those same creative people from being artists should they not fall under those type catagories?
Art to me has such a grey definition...no boundaries...no pigeonholes...no parameters of qualifications to fall under...no division...no "art" criteria. It is all art as defined by the artist. The only question really relevant is asked by the artist to his/her work of art...
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
As a veteran "thrifter" you know what areas of the store could possibly hold the perfect finds. I immediately went to the far right corner of "miscellaneous", just next to the remnants of kitchen appliances...and to the left of piles of plastic hair curlers...and there they were...gleaming in all their unnatural splendor the classic cluster of "clacker" style, ocean blue grapes. I had to wait my turn and inch over to unobstructed reaching...only for two people to pick them up, reminisce about their own former cluster of grapes, cut tacky jokes, and eventually set them down. FINALLY...they were in my hands!
I looked for obvious "yuckiness", realized they were missing any form of foliage that might have earlier defined them as a cluster of grapes; and with further observation realized this was nothing more than hard plastic balls strung on to wire and attached to a 1" diameter stick. They were stunning...and they were mine for the primo price of one dollar.
"In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."
--John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 25
"In the souls of the junker the grapes of craft are delightful and laying beautifully, gathering dust for the vintage."
--Alexa Lett's "The Grapes of Craft", last sentence
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
My fondness for people who can assemble minimal words and create multiple debates is overwhelming. Yes, there are those who do it much more often than others...but the opportunity for anyone to possess those skills are prevalent within us all. I can spend hours reading quote books authored by leaders, business people, women and children...anybody. Small assemblages of words condensed into two to three sentences that make you stop...close your eyes and think...there is no better way to expand your brain. These people define sheer genius for me.
To those who write, read and enjoy the written word, this quote could not say it any better. It's official....I know which came first....
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
What is your temperament to absorb what others might define as beautiful? Does your temperament dictate your definition of beauty, or does the definition of beauty define your temperament?
Defining beauty is quite simple for me. It is color, texture, history, words, thought, time and uniqueness. The image of beauty defines my temperament. Beauty puts my temperament in motion.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
The picture above could easily represent my form of a Rorschack test. For someone who loves junk, and appreciates the used and weathered, this photo can easily determine many levels of mutual "kindred spirit". The simple answers and responses below are very telling....how would you respond to this question: What do you see?
a. junk on a trunk
b. there's a paper skeleton....I love those!
c. 8 Tracks....I had a case just like that, let's see if they have AC/DC
d. look, armless dolls...they must have been loved to death
e. I've been needing another crystal serving piece, that looks interesting
f. hey! that's a print just like my granny's
g. pretty mirror....love the frame!
h. my friend has been looking for some scales, how much are they? her birthday is coming up...
i. why would anyone put those yard sale rejects on their nice cadillac?
j. garbage...or donations to Goodwill
The responses can be varied...but, to someone who supports the twisted Rorschach Personality Variation Test, it is quite telling. Tell me what you see...three or four of these answers...or just one?
Monday, February 11, 2008
This is the latest piece of art...obviously, I'm going through a BINGO phase...everything seems to involve these wonderful old cards as of late. To all you fellow bloggers, this quote is for you. It is one of my personal favorites. Although, it is oddly ironic that Napoleon was the brilliance behind it.
In keeping with the ever evolving terminology and expanding verbiage of our society, it only seemed fitting to enhance Napoleon's genius with an adage of our time...du (duh)?
Friday, February 8, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The artsy creative side of my brain just ran head on into a brick wall. The ideas were stale, the glue was not sticking, the paint was the wrong color and I just ran out of ink in the printer. I elected to leave my "studio" (room I'm too embarrassed to show anyone, because of the ever growing pile of creativity, that strongly resembles a garbage dump) and headed toward my laundry (yet another heap in a small room I'm too embarrassed to show anyone, because of the ever growing pile of apparel, that strongly resembles a thrift store) to attempt some accomplishment in household duties. While sifting through the t-shirts and towels I began to think about what causes a creative block...I concluded...I don't have a clue. But, upon mental observation, this particular day, I didn't write first...I went straight to the work table...no coffee, no house duties, no blog! Hark, an epiphany. Writing has become the jump start to the creative day. It's my coffee, my daily chore (in a good way), my creative salvation. I began this writing process for a few particular reasons, and now it has become the reason to do a few particular things. It's quite annoying, and somewhat refreshing to learn these little juicy tidbits about yourself...yet it's a shame it takes utter studio and home destruction to connect the dots. So, if experiencing any of the chaos as described above....find your salvation...
After all the terrible storms the South has experienced in the past 24 hours...let's appreciate our homes that endured them...and remember those that didn't.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Today is Super Arts Day! The whole day I have been painting...gluing...cutting...digging...assembling...and I only have one completed piece. But, I do have about 6 under construction. Everything today...as usual...has been about repurposing something else. Here is a photo of the one completed piece. It is titled "Blue Book Value", because I love the quote! I'll post the others as they reach the end of the assembly line....hopefully by the end of the week. Keep checking in!