Vermont
September 2015
Feeling Abundance: Gathering, Observing,
Reflecting, Creating
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September 25, 2015
It's been a time rich in observation, reflection, and transformation
these past weeks at the Rensing Center. So much has unfolded I
can't possibly describe it all. Here are some highlights...
I've been gathering inspiration by observing nature, having important
and stimulating (and often humorous!) conversations with fellow
artists, and just sitting, literally, to observe moments unfolding and
noticing the abundance and order of life. This contemplation and
noticing is such an important element in my studio practice, the work
that comes from it, and my life. I watch the spiders, centipedes, and
butterflies do their work, then I go to work.
I've been journaling about my own studio practice, methods,
materials, etc. I've been experimenting with it all and indulging
every artistic whim as it comes without too much concern for
the outcome at this point. This place is overflowing with materials,
both natural and man-made, ripe with potential. I've been trying to
utilize as much as I can- like the giant ball of thread scraps I
discovered in a cabinet, likely left by a former resident. With it I
created the piece below.
I unearthed a pile of metal heating grates that were repurposed as
stencils. I've been experimenting with spray enamel on canvas
and paper.
I've also spent some time on the weekends touring the area and meeting
a great diversity of upstate residents. From a silent hike led by Jane, a
wonderful meditation instructor, to the Drinking Liberals social group
(quite a few Bernie fans here) at nearby Clemson University, to the
Civil War re-enactors, the virtuosic fiddlerswho carry on the
Scotch-Irish and Appalachian music tradition, the colorful characters
at the weekly flea market, and the members of Soapstone Church
(a black church founded by freed slaves and stewarded currently
by their descendants), I can say that I've experienced a cross-section
of the complex place that is upstate South Carolina. I've posted photo
albums on Facebook so check it out.
The abundance (an word/idea I've been working with since my
arrival) of insight and ideas I'll bring home with me is daily
revealing itself, and for that I'm unspeakably grateful.
It's been a time rich in observation, reflection, and transformation
these past weeks at the Rensing Center. So much has unfolded I
can't possibly describe it all. Here are some highlights...
I've been gathering inspiration by observing nature, having important
and stimulating (and often humorous!) conversations with fellow
artists, and just sitting, literally, to observe moments unfolding and
noticing the abundance and order of life. This contemplation and
noticing is such an important element in my studio practice, the work
that comes from it, and my life. I watch the spiders, centipedes, and
butterflies do their work, then I go to work.
I've been journaling about my own studio practice, methods,
materials, etc. I've been experimenting with it all and indulging
every artistic whim as it comes without too much concern for
the outcome at this point. This place is overflowing with materials,
both natural and man-made, ripe with potential. I've been trying to
utilize as much as I can- like the giant ball of thread scraps I
discovered in a cabinet, likely left by a former resident. With it I
created the piece below.
I unearthed a pile of metal heating grates that were repurposed as
stencils. I've been experimenting with spray enamel on canvas
and paper.
I've also spent some time on the weekends touring the area and meeting
a great diversity of upstate residents. From a silent hike led by Jane, a
wonderful meditation instructor, to the Drinking Liberals social group
(quite a few Bernie fans here) at nearby Clemson University, to the
Civil War re-enactors, the virtuosic fiddlerswho carry on the
Scotch-Irish and Appalachian music tradition, the colorful characters
at the weekly flea market, and the members of Soapstone Church
(a black church founded by freed slaves and stewarded currently
by their descendants), I can say that I've experienced a cross-section
of the complex place that is upstate South Carolina. I've posted photo
albums on Facebook so check it out.
The abundance (an word/idea I've been working with since my
arrival) of insight and ideas I'll bring home with me is daily
revealing itself, and for that I'm unspeakably grateful.
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