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
Celebration day in Berlin
While the US watched our presidential election results the Germans were doing the same. And as the press announced that Obama would remain the president they celebrated. Inez and I started the day in the studio making gelatin prints. Boy was that fun!! You put all this stuff on and watch it develope like photography. Well, at least like we use to watch photos develope before digital [...]
My days in Berlin
Lots of things happening for me here in Germany. I am wakening at 3-4 am. I could say it is jet lag but Berlin is 9 hours ahead of Portland so that would have me on even crazier hours at home. Of course by 9 pm I am nearly face down on the table with the need to sleep. Sabastion is waiting in the hall between our [...]