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
Classes in Canberra
Have been in full swing of days of "continuing education" since we arrived here in Canberra. Buffy and I met up with Wilma ( the real Wilma, not the teddy bear) and have been doing "experiments" daily. Three mad scientists! We hare tried jar dyeing and bubble dyeing And nuno felting We have done foam printing We have rusted paper and cloth We even had an opportunity [...]
On the road- Ballarat to Canberra
School ended Friday night and Buffy and I spent the next two days traveling by car to Canberra. We stopped in Sheppardton for the night and I found these Japanese Wind flowers. I think they are quite lovely and would like to find out if I can grow them at home. We stopped again for coffee and a bit of sightseeing at Gundagai. I made Buffy stop [...]