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
Venice Italy
We are staying outside of the city and taking the train into the center. It is a short, very fast ride. We are dropped off in the center and immediately cimb on a canal ferry. Sebastian and Inez want to view the Biennial Contemporary Architecture and we want to see as much of Venice as possible in our short amount of time. We go to the last [...]
Our TINS excellant adventure continues
Our "chariot" awaits us. It is an Opel van. Much bigger than what we had reserved but all the "extra" space is being used. The 3rd row in the seats is being used as our "kitchen". It is where we keep all the food and water to keep the captain (Sebastian) and crew ( Tom, Inez and I) hydrated and energized. And, of course we need a [...]