“You’re back!” Jon said to me this morning. And he was right. He could tell, even before I had a chance to think about how I was feeling, that I was feeling better.
Whatever happened yesterday had dissipated in the night. I asked how he could tell, and he said it was because of the way I was talking.
I recognize this now as something that happens from time to time. My going off into another place, leaving this reality for a while. I do think it’s about a creative exertion that zaps my energy.
Later in the morning, Jon got back from running errands in town and told me to close my eyes. It’s a welcome back present he told me. I put up my usual protest, telling him not to buy me things, but when I looked at the necklace he hung around my neck, I stopped my nagging.
The figure made from crushed aluminum, bottle caps, with a dolphin, shell and pottery shard, captured my attention, it held my spirit. Some kind of mojo was happening here. It felt like powerful stuff.
I didn’t want to hang it around my neck, I wanted to look at it. But wearing it felt too good.
Now it feels like a ritual of sorts, my going away and coming back. And next time it happens, I have the talisman to remind me of what’s going on and welcome be home.
I’m beginning to think of the Bedlam Farm Open House. It’s not too far away, June 10th and 11th. As of today I know all the artists whose work I’ll be showing and selling in my School House Gallery.
I’m still working on getting photos and writing about each artist, but I spent this morning working on the Events page of my blog. Like I said, I’m not done yet, but you can visit the Events page at the top of my blog to get a feel for what’s happening at the Farm that weekend.
One of the artists whose work I’ll be showing is Ed Gulley.
I’m sure many of you know Ed from his and his wife, Carol’s blog Bejosh Farm Journal.
Ed’s an artist and a farmer. And he uses all the stuff that he finds around his farm to make his art. He calls it Junk Art.
It may start out as junk, but by the time Ed gets done welding and tying and drilling and bending metal, that junk becomes art. Some of it is functional, like his wind chimes which he has been selling like crazy on his blog.
Ed has spent his life around animals, and his love for them is expressed in his sculptures ability to capture their essence.
You can read more about Ed Gulley, his art and his farm here.
I trudged through the woods, my feet stumbling over each other. There was little joy in my step, I was walking because I thought it might do me some good.
Yesterday after leaving the studio my mood started to level off, then go flat. I had made the elephant on my new wall hanging, a good creative day. I wondered why I didn’t feel better. Maybe I was just creatively spent.
I retreated into the lives of “Edgar and Lucy” in the novel by Victor Lodato and fell asleep early.
The lull hasn’t lifted. I feel like a slow moving straight line just below the surface. Unable to break though.
So I walk, and I write, maybe I’ll draw. There was a blip in that straight line for as long as it took me to eat a piece of home-made cheese cake that a friend dropped off. But I know if I ate much more, it would only make me feel worse.
Then I thought of something my friend Veronica Halliessey wrote. I’ve been meaning to share it on my blog, and I thought it might do me good to read it again too. So here it is…
“I was told that you cannot wait for anyone else to do what is yours to do. They do not have your particular understanding nor your vision. The future will be turned one page at a time and you will find your name on it. But do not scythe every blade of grass with one fell swoop. It cannot be done. You will do those things closest to your heart. This is all the universe requires.”
This is becoming a regular thing. Fate must have quite a stash of rawhide hidden around the yard.
For the past week or so, at some point during the day, she knocks (well it’s really more of a scratch) on my studio door to come in. When I open the door, she has a soggy rawhide or bone in her mouth and drops it at my feet. I tell her how nice it is, pick it up and look at it then give it back to her. She parades around with it in her mouth for a while then stands at the door to go out again.
Fate’s proud of her rawhide.
I made my Show Your Soul Poster into 4×6 Postcards .
I’ve already gotten messages from people who bought the posters, how they’re framing them and hanging them in their homes.
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Here’s what I worked on today….
This is what my wall hanging looked like when I left my studio today. Jon asked me what the meaning is of it and if it had a title. I couldn’t answer either question, I just don’t know yet.
The Victorian woman came in a bundle of linens. She was obviously never embroidered, but she was perfect just the way she is for me. I stitched the goddess next to her and used marker for the designs behind her.
I think those birds might fly off the linen onto the wall hanging that I’m planning on attaching it to.
On Saturday, Caroline, one of the students in Jon’s writing class gave me a tin of lace and tatting that came from her family. In it was a bunch of short pieces tied together with a green twist-tie. Something about the way they looked when they hung down, gave me the idea to use them to make the goddess’ skirt (which turns into a tree trunk).
That’s as much as I got done today, but I keep seeing and a big elephant’s head taking up the left side of the piece. Maybe that will happen tomorrow.
“I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler” Connie said to me. Then she picked up a pencil and drew a stick figure one a piece of paper. I knew she was being the trouble maker that she is, but when Julie, the activities director, added her version of Red to the drawing, I had something to work with.
I placed the drawing beside my sewing machine and stitched it on my free motion machine, using red thread on an old linen napkin.
It was an idea that Julie and I came up with for Arts Month at the Mansion.
The Mansion is the assisted living facility that Jon and Red so therapy work at. I’ve become pretty familiar with many of the people who live there and am friends with Connie, who can usually be found knitting in her room.
So today I brought my free motion sewing machine to the Activities Room. As some of the residents made drawings, I stitched them on my sewing machine.
We made ten drawings today and next week I’ll go back and we’ll make them into small pillows.
I’ve become very comfortable at the Mansion and know many of the people who live there by name. I completely enjoyed being there today. Working with everyone and just being in their company. Connie has a dry sense of humor that makes me feel comfortable.
Brother Pete explained in detail his religious drawing, and Jean made a simple heart. Diane insisted that my version of her drawing was better than her drawing and Madeline couldn’t decide if she wanted to draw hearts or tombstones.
Peggy made this drawing of a cat eating out of a cat food bag, which I thought was terrific.
These are my interpretations of Ben’s drawing of the squares and rectangles on the left. Connie and Julie’s collaborative piece on the top right and Peggy’s cat on the bottom right.