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
Sunday at the market
This is the inside of the art museum, where we stopped to warm up and have a cup of tea. This beauty was in the lobby of the museum. Note the people standing nearby,a prespective of how huge it really is. I am enjoying the view of looking down at the horse from the upper level. The outside of the Bode Museum. Bikes are used a lot [...]
Germany
Here I am in Berlin Germany. It is my first time to Europe but I am finding myself more comforable everyday. I am staying with my dear friends, Inez and Sabastion, in East Berlin. They own an apartment in the heart of the city and rent another apartment across the hall. That it where I am staying. It has a large room that has a kitchen and [...]