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
Our time is done
The days are racing by and we are trying to see and do everything that we had hoped to do when we started this adventure. We decide that although we do not make "tourist attractions" our main goal we would like to walk by Buckingham Palace, the residence of the Queen. I understand that when she is not in residence the Union Flag flies over the palace. [...]
TINS 2
When Tom and I travel we say we go "a road less traveled". There are the usual things that tourist plan to see or do, but we like to go off to areas, meet locals, see how they live, where they hang out. We have already ridden buses to the end of their line, when the driver says "get off here go across the street and you [...]