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
More Wyoming and into Nebraska
Once in a while the endless freeway driving will be broken up by a state making the effort to make us aware of our surroundings and the historic value. On one particularly long freeway drive there was a pull off with some things to read and we use the opportunity to stretch our legs and change drivers (we try to keep it to an hour and then [...]
Nevada to Utah to Wyoming
Although we would love to stay at Welcome Station RV, Nevada we have deadlines to meet and we have to stay on a schedule. We usually plan our daily drives by mapping them to stay off of freeways and toll roads but so far this trip we have done freeway driving so that we are hitting our targeted dates. This morning we drove through the salt flats [...]