Hello there, Mister! I have forgotten what I named you, but I believe one of my granddaughters picked you for her own. Old tinker toys picked up at a random sale finally found a home as hair and cheeks, a checker piece and old keys helped create a smile. The rest again, are bike parts from my local bike shop, Liberty Bicycles , thanks to the manager, Matthew, who is probably still shaking his head about that artist lady who repeatedly scrounged through his metal scrap boxes. It is difficult to choose just the right cigar boxes when you go into a tobacco shop; this one obviously was deeper and had no paper on the outside. I think I might
A Commissioned Artwork
A friend asked if I could make something out of one of several pieces of nature she and her husband picked up on a romantic hike. I chose the piece of birch bark and added other nature items of my own, and then hung it from a branch. Very fragile. 'Wonder if it's still around or became so dusty and dreary she might have decided to discard it. I loved the little nest I tucked into the crotch of a small branch and recall attaching a butterfly on it which I had kept safe in a tiny plastic box for years. I LOVE making art from nature, because nature is art that surrounds us. No charge!
We had one hour to collect driftwood from the beach on Lake Superior. I literally ran up and down the beach, bringing small, medium and large pieces to my husband. He put them in big leaf bags and when full hauled them to his truck. This beauty was one of the best large pieces I found. It had to be cut in order for him to drive it back to North Carolina in the back of his covered pickup, but we brainstormed on how to inconspicuously put it back together. The chunk of wood holding it upright is from a felled tree in our yard. Copper and brass wire hold onto the dangling pieces of sea glass, and lights that didn't ruin the aesthetic appearance were eventually found at Ace Hardware. TaDa!
"Bike Face 2"
I made many of these Bike Faces and named each one. In my mind they developed personalities. This is Geek, his face is one of the few that is not based on a cigar box. This larger base belonged to a vintage wooden building block setthat the grandkids didn't like much. Some of the blocks became hair on other faces. I loved these guys, and one time I wanted to give one to a colleague as a thank you. She didn't want it. She had never liked them! I appreciated her honesty and was not at all hurt. Art is such a personal thing.
Amid much teasing from my husband and children, I named our primitive cabin on Whitefish Lake in Wisconsin, HEALING WOODS. Why? I find when I am in the woods and can hear the leaves clattering and whispering in the breeze, the birds singing raucously, the watercaressing the shore, my heart feels at peace. Quite honestly, that is not my average state-of-mind. My brain activity could be likened to a squirrel jumping from tree to tree and branch to branch and forgetting where I started.
"Bike Face 4"
I buy junk at rummage sales for collage. Within this face are wooden checkers, little cardboard circles - no idea what they once were used for, old bottle cap, bottom half of a cigar box and bike parts from Liberty Bicycle in Asheville. Generously they allow me to dig through their discarded parts! I'm kind of over it now. I have a bunch of clock parts waiting to be put to use, however.
"Search for God"
My idea of who or what God is, has changed dramatically throughout my lifetime. I searched in my teens, thought I had all the answers in my young adulthood, and by midlife was ready to give up the search. In time, I became homesick for God - the God of my understanding. The background is a page out of an old German bible glued onto a piece of scrap wood. Cheap scrabble pieces, a compass, a key, a teeny tiny level, a St. Jude medal and a four-leaf-clover charm I once wore, a Jewish scroll for protection, a Celtic cross, a watch face. I finally decided I don't have to know who or what God is, just feel the Divine's effects, like a gentle breeze touching my soul..