Artist Log March 7

3/7/2013 

Today I am productive and flowing but then am slapped by flattened fatigue.  I am obsessed with ferns.  I study them.  There are so many.  The steerage fern. The California Fern.  The asparagus Fern. 

“But what if man had eyes to see the true beautiful ~the divine beauty, I mean, pure and clear and unalloyed, not clogged with the pollutions of mortality and all the colors and vanities of human life.” ~~~Plato

Artist Log March 6

3/6/012    I attached myself to the mystery and the spirit.  I did not trust at a young age.  My anchor was my art.  Helen Keller said that, “One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.  It is still winter and cold out but my body moves as I run.  Not bad for age 54.  It is good when I feel Spring in the air. “The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind” Bob Dylan

“Art is not a Thing; it is a way."- Elbert Hubbard.

3/3/3013 “Art is not a Thing; it is a way."-  Elbert Hubbard.

There has been much.  We are like seasons.  I feel like much of my life has been summer.  But now I am in dormant winter still with teases of Spring.  The desert is long, so long.  I am at a center and am not sure where to go.  ‘Nature does nothing uselessly. `Aristotle

   (Fact) Da Vinci was a vegetarian and an ardent lover of animals and nature; he was a gentle man and would buy birds in cages just so he could set them free. Excerpt from “the daily book of Art” Colin Gilber:

"The births of my two grandchildren have been a remarkable all-encompassing miracle to me after experiencing death including my mother slipping to heaven in my arms.  Circle, Circle.  I put it all in my art.  My Life, visions, my poetry¸ journey. I try to do and act the way I think is correct.  Sometimes I over compensate like with my loved ones.  Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday.  This is her second birthday in heaven.  I believe in heaven.  I feel her spirit.  I put this into my art work. I craved her love. Never quite had it like this long desert journey.  So close, within reach but not there, the eyes, her touch. So I gave it to her instead and I give it to others instead.  I saw a bulb coming through the soil today.  Hope.  Happy. I am very alive.  Empathetically I feel the heart beats of my loved ones and not so loved ones, of nature, of God of the pulse of the earth. I took my role of mother seriously.  I see it as a virtue.  I wait now for the birth of Spring.  I pick up my rake and start clearing away the leaves and tiny light green buds emerge from the daffodil bulb.  I am smiling. “Form is the outer expression of inner meaning.” Wassily Kandinsky

Artist Log - March 2 2013

3/2/2013 This is the first time I have ever written an artist log. I have an art space where I create and teach students named Isis Art Studio.  I will talk more about the name down the road some.  I give you some thoughts now of my perceptions, and insights.  I also give you my up and coming ventures.  Presently I am entering into a Hyde collection competition that will be in Glens Falls, NY.  I read a whole lot; I probably will put inspiring quotes down as well as facts about artists. I believe I was born with the right side of my brain (creative) more developed then the other, and so I learned to be quiet, when little with my twin by my side. There was a whole litter, a whole clan of us…all eight of us.  I felt buried most of the time. My twin was the babble and I was the sponge.  I spoke long sentences after not speaking at all. My first language was Art, second English. I grew up by the sea.  I would scare at the Long Island shore.  I absorbed the environment, was lost in sunsets and have always had a perpetual longing to interpret what I saw and felt in a physical form via paint or gardens or sculpture.  My mother and her mother dabbled with paints, resisting.  My father was a writer and photography.  Both put their passions away.  I have been taking classes for decades and majored in art and psychology in college. I have had exhibitions of my art work, both group and solo, since I was nine. I had three sons I call masterpieces who are having their own ‘masterpieces’ now.  My beginning life by the sea was always part of my unconsciousness. For over four years I painted the sea in one form or another.  At the end of the obsession, I painted just the waves without reference to anything around it.  Later I entered into an almost six year journey of the Way of the Cross, creating 15 traditional with contemporary visions within each.  I went through a dormant time, almost a desert…thirsty but not knowing how long before the rains fell…. “Nature does nothing uselessly.”~~`Aristotle Now I am just starting to bloom with a new series of works called ‘Trees, Roots, and Fiddlehead Ferns.’