Artists & Makers

One of the places I like to visit for viewing art online is Artists & Makers Studios. I'm not sure, but I may have totally neglected to tell you that I was invited to join their Artists Beyond Our Doors sectionwhich means there is a page at the website for me. I am flattered to be included in this group of wonderful artists and makers. Here is a little peek at my page (you can "click" on it, to see the full page):

 
 

I'm pretty sure you (or, at least most of you) will agree: the most amazing artist and maker of all is Mother Nature. Here is our Redbud Tree, loaded with blossoms which won't be around for long - but they sure are glorious while they last. Just stunning. I'm so glad Adeline and Bill coaxed me out of the house, to enjoy the beauty which is around, and to benefit from the healing that comes with being close with nature.

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Another kind of art which I really, really love, is music. A friend telephoned about a year ago and urged me to listen to this amazing cover of Simon & Garfunkel's The Sound of Silence. Mind you, I had never heard of David Draiman (the singer), or of Disturbed (his heavy metal band); nor have I ever warmed up to Conan (the man and his show where this performance gained so many fans as well as garnering Disturbed a Grammy nomination); and I was never a fan of Simon and Garfunkel although, having been born in 1950, I was at a proper age to be a fan when they were so wildly popular in the late sixties.

I trusted my friend's advice so I went online and partook of the now famous performance by the man with all that metal hanging off of his face. And, Wow. Really, Wow! I was knocked out. I kept playing it, over and over and over. I fell in fan-love with David Draiman, although I don't think Heavy Metal will ever cause my heart to skip a beat. And the lyrics! Oh my, I never paid attention to the lyrics until hearing this rendition. They are beautiful and sad, provoking the kinds of thoughts which make my heart ache. The performance is also not just about the music; it is visually thrilling as well. I could go on and on about this but I'll simply offer it here, instead, with the hope that some of you will take the time to watch and listen to the entire performance because it needs and deserves that for it to be fully appreciated. 

If you would leave me your thoughts about this performance, I'd love it.

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And a little cancer anecdote:

I was writing to someone recently about how cancer made me happy, something I hope to properly describe and share with you in the not too distant future. Auto-correct changed happy to happen, and I thought, Yes! That too!

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Like A Magnificent Museum

The internet - it’s like a magnificent museum with endless choices of viewing material. I can peruse folk art, learn about politics, visit foreign countries, see amazing landscapes, and on and on.

AN ORNAMENT I MADE FROM DRYER LINT

I MADE THIS TO HOLD SPECIAL THINGS

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A WEE JACKET I MADE FOR ADELINE

MY CROW MADE FROM OLD SWEATERS

My favorite pastime is to look at all the wonderful art, especially fiber art. OMG! I love it! But I'm not sure how much I want to look at it anymore. 

Lately, I find myself choosing NOT to look at art, especially my kind of art, online. 

So much of what’s out there in WebLand is wonderful, but looking at it has at least two negative effects:

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1) I feel overwhelmed by how wonderful everyone else is and then I lose faith in my own work.

2) My head gets so filled up with all those images that it is like a garden full of weeds that you have to get rid of in order to find the tomatoes ... my own vision gets lost, or smothered by all those other images.

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And, I'll add 3) I really dislike it when I see something that I might make but once I see it from someone else, I worry that I'll seem like I am copying. So then I never pursue it myself.

Oh, and 4) Sometimes I see something that I know is a copy of something I've made and that's a tad annoying.