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
Victoria’s Surprise
It all started with a box. A stationery box. I just couldn't bare to throw it away when the cards were gone. It was so lovely. Then came time for a birthday present. Mini Me is turning 10 and she has her cherished doll named Victoria. They just happen to have the same birthday according to Mini Me. [...]
I love Sydney!
From the first time I visted Sydney in 1998 with my mother, I have been in love. I remember being on a guided tour with her and standing in an area that just captured my imagination with it's rich history. It seems befitting that my two return visits, last April and again this year would have me staying in the historic Harbour Rocks Hotel. Built into the [...]