My art is like a song, first in the distance, I hear it softly.
The tune catches a place in my heart and I feel it closer.
It goes from a few disconnected notes and keeps swelling.
I hear the song completely.
I see it in my mind.
I hear it in my heart.
It moves me in a dance, the flames of the torch, the softness of the fabric.
I see it, piece by piece, come together in my hands.
I recognize it as the notes I first heard in the distance.
A mixture of mediums is how my art is made.
It could be fibers, gently teased apart to become felt or ceramics fired in my kiln.
It could be precise sewing, either by hand or machine, each stitch evenly spaced.
Often it’s metal, cut and welded, manipulated and shaped by heat.
Sometimes it’s done in quiet meditation in comfort and seclusion.
Sometimes it’s in my welding shop, where it’s hot and gritty and I have to pay close attention because it is dangerous.
No matter which one of the mediums I am using I hear the music and I dance.
Nancy Geren
From my Blog
South Dakota
We drove over the bridge spanning the Missouri River from Nebraska into South Dakota. I wouldn’t usually make mention of such a small detail but this time entering into a new state is a landmark for our trip. We have crossed many, many bridges, even bridges from one state into another. What is different about this is that we are entering into the last “new state “ [...]
Shaker Village of Pleasant Village
Today, in rural Kentucky we came upon a historic landmark, Shaker Village. This was a 3000 acre community that thrived between 1805- 1910. The last member of the Shaker community died in 1923. In 1961 a nonprofit was formed and began to preserve 34 historic structures and repurchasing former Shaker property The buildings, which had fallen into disrepair are restored. Acres of land are repurchased and are [...]