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
New Year’s Eve
It is the last day of 2014. We came to London to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary. A question we ask ourselves every year is, since we were married at the stroke of midnight on New Year's eve do we celebrate on the 31st or the 1st? So on this last day of the year we head out to see the famous "Eye". It is such [...]
Destination, all directions
We set out, on the tube, for a destination that would make some people, one person I know in particular, crazy to get to see in person. Riding the tube in London is always interesting because you go underground in one neighborhood and get out in an entirely different neighborhood, sometimes feeling like you just got out in another country. When we emerged from the tube it [...]