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
Scott Farm Orchard Vermont
While making our way through Vermont we happened upon the historic Scott Farm dating back to 1791. It is listed on the National Register of Historic Places consisting of 571 acres and 23 buildings. Some of the original buildings have been refurbished and are used as guest rentals. There is a fruit stand with apples from their 6000 trees consisting of 130 heirloom and unusual varieties. [...]
New York State
When you say “New York “ many people have the image of New York City in their minds, Time Square, Central Park, and Statue of Liberty. But New York State has many faces. Northern New York State is lush and green trees We drove along the north side of the state and were entranced by the beautiful scenery. It was not at all what we had expected. [...]