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
Heading out to Brighton
Ok, I admit it. In coming to the UK at Christmas, New Years, we had expected to avoid the crushing crowds that we found in Venice and Amsterdam this last summer. Hahahaha. Well, guess what? I think everyone else was thinking the same thing! The streets and buses, sidewalks and tubes have been PACKED! We met a man on the bus who had lived in Toranto and [...]
Theatre at The Globe
Setting out on a new journey we decided to visit "The "Globe". It is a replica of the original Shakespeare theatre that was destoyed by fire. Interestingly enough if was built when an American came to UK looking for the site of that original theatre. Here is a copy of that plague that he was so disappointed to find on the original site. Getting photos inside the [...]