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My New Fujifilm Instax Instamatic Camera

 

The last photo I took today with my new fujifilm instax.  Jon taking a photo of Fate

I had a feeling something was up when Jon started asking me about my Polaroid camera.  I hadn’t taken any photos with it in a while, but was justing started using it again.

Then on Friday, the box came from B&H Photo.

Inside was a Fujifilm Instax, instamatic camera.  “It’s the kind of camera’s artist’s use”, Jon told me.  A square format, not complicated but a better quality than my Polaroid and with more than one setting.

I read the simple  directions, set the camera up, took one photo, then put the camera away until today.  I’m not one to jump into things.  I usually get anxious when I get something new, so I’ve learned to wait till the creative urge strikes.

That happened this morning.  I started by taking a picture of the fruitbowl.

I tried the camera on  different settings to see what it would do.

It has a double exposure setting.  This was my second attempt at that.  First I took a photo of the vase of peacock feathers in the stairway, then a picture of Fate and Bud.  I think I’m going to have fun with the Double exposures.

Tin Man

There’s a landscape setting that widens the frame of the photo equal amounts on both sides of a center circle that shows up in the viewfinder.  I didn’t know this was how it worked till I took this photo.

The first photo I took was of Jon writing in his study.  I think at that point he was more excited about it than I was.  He loved the moody photo, that captured the writer at work.

I actually think my best Polaroids are the ones with Jon in them.  I’m not really sure why.  I think I have to take a lot more pictures before I’ll understand it.

I never would have thought to get a Polaroid camera.  And I never would have bought myself this new Instamatic.  Jon is a champion for creativity.  Whenever he sees a creative urge that needs to be filled, he tries to help make that happen.  And he’s often aware of that urge before I am.

Jon writing in his study.  My first photo with my new Fujifilm camera.

 

 

Sara and Sara, At The Pop-Up Gallery In Town

Sara Davis and her ceramics.

Our small upstate NY town of Cambridge has an unusual amount of artists.  A few times a year they get together and have an Open Studio tour for those of them  who live in town.  Some of the artist who live off the main street find an empty storefront or use the Hubbard Hall Barn to show and sell their work.

This Saturday a few artists had a pop-up show in the Old Bank on Main Street.  Two of them were in the Bedlam Farm Open House.  Sara Davis and Sara Kelly.

Sara Davis is in tune with the seasons, her work changes with the weather.  In the spring and summer she grows flowers and vegetables, in the fall and winter she makes wreathes for the holidays and creates her beautiful and unique ceramic mugs, cups and bowls.  For about eight  months of the year she has a CSA and  travels back and forth to NYC delivering vegetables.

You can see and buy Sara’s Ceramics on Etsy at GoldenEarthDesigns. 

Sara Kelly, painting at the pop-up gallery yesterday

I wouldn’t expect to see Sara Kelly in any gallery selling her work with a paintbrush in her hand.

Yesterday she was working from a photo she recently posted on facebook of the green mountains from Route 22. It was easy to imagine the photo transformed into one of Sara’s mystical  paintings.

Sara is the go-to graphic designer in Cambridge.  She’ll be designing  business cards, with my new header on them and maybe some Full Moon Bookmarks that I can put in with my Etsy packages.

As good a designer as Sara is,  I think she’s a painter at heart.

When she looks out the window and sees a deer eating her tree, it becomes a painting.  When she’s driving down the road and the sun sparkles on a snow-covered  mountain, or when the crows insist on her attention, it all becomes one of her creations.

I get a calendar from Sara every year so I get to see a different painting of her’s every month.  She sold out of them quickly this year, but has original paintings and prints for sale in on her website Sara Kelly Graphics and Design.  

 

“Socrates, The Yellow Snail”

“Socrates The Yellow Snail”  By Susan Popper

“Socrates the yellow snail
Beside you all others pale
Boldly falling on a trail of slime
Landing gracefully each and every time.
Gliding silently around your watery home.
You in your perfect golden dome.”

My friend Susan wrote this poem after seeing my video of Socrates and Diego on Instagram last week.  I forgot to post the video on my blog, which worked out well I guess, because the video and poem go so well together.

This is one of the ways Mystery Snails (Socrates is a Mystery Snail) get around.  They drop from one leaf to another.

(Sometimes I take a picture or video and put it up on Instagram or Facebook, then forget about it.  You can always see all the videos and pictures on my Instagram  by clicking on the Instagram icon on the bottom of my blog.  It’s the last one, just after Pinterest)

“Dragon”, Protecting The Deepest Part Of Myself

Dragon

I can’t help but feel that this quilt came directly out of my experience in Bellydancing over the past week.  I feel like it embodies of the change that occurred in me.  Moving from fear and panic to a place of acceptance of who I really am.

When I sewed the dragons on either side of the deep purple and red velvet, I felt as if they were protecting something.  Now I see that something as the deepest part of myself. That which is layered with life experiences but safe in my core.

I still have to back and tack my Dragon quilt,  I’ll get to that next week.

I hope you can see the subtle variation in color of the velvet in this detail of Dragon.(easier to see in person then a photo)  A red strip spans across it like a vibration.

“…Like Dancing With A Ham Sandwich”

Julz and Kathleen turned one way and I turned the other.  When I realized I was turning in the wrong direction, I laughed at myself, but I danced as if I hadn’t made a mistake and seamlessly followed Kathleen, who was leading, into the next move.

Something broke open inside of my between last Bellydancing class when I had a panic attack and this weeks class. I think it has to do with the original  reason I wanted to learn to Bellydance.

It wasn’t so I could be scared and feel bad about myself, it was just the opposite.

The first time I watched Sisters of the Shawl dance, I saw women who were secure with themselves and their bodies.  Women who were dancing for the love of it, they took it seriously, but at the same time, didn’t care what other people thought about them.

They danced the way I make my art.

Except dancing is even more direct.  Because their bodies become their art, their form of communicating to the world.  And their bellies, which are both powerful and vulnerable, are the focus of the dance.

I watched them dance and thought  they could only be dancing that way if they felt really good about themselves.  If they loved themselves.

I’ve never believed that a person could just change their mind about a long-held belief.  That there must be a process to get from one point to another.  And I imagine I’ve been going though that process and that’s why when I walked into class last night, and decided I was going to dance with feeling, without worrying about my mistakes, I was able to do it.

Of course, the people who surrounded me helped.  I truly felt the meaning of the  Tribal Sisterhood that I wrote about a while back.  Everyone in class was supportive, in their own way,  without fussing.

At the end of the class I danced with Julz and Kathleen while the rest of the class watched.  Technique came second to feeling the music in my body.  I incorporated my mistakes the best I could, like a professional entertainer might.  I completely enjoyed it.

Then Julz and stood at the other end of the room together while everyone else dance.  “Now, she said, you get to be the audience”.

As we watched, Julz remarked on each dancer.  How Callie does this beautiful thing with her eyes when she’s dancing.  How Emily becoming a Sister of The Shawl last year breathed new life into them.  How much she loves to dance with Jackie.  And how great Kat was doing after not dancing for over a year.

These were not empty compliments.  This was Julz telling me how much she appreciates each of her Tribal Sisters for who they are.

Unlike last week, I left class feeling good about myself, and that  I too was appreciated for who I am.

As I walked out the door Julz said, “Just remember, dancing with Kathleen and me is like dancing with a ham sandwich.”  I’ll remember those words, and they’ll continue to make me laugh and put me at ease.

 

My Sheep Rosemary

Rosemary was the second sheep we got from our friend Donna.  She rescued five Romney’s from a woman who couldn’t keep them anymore and was going to send them to market.  Donna could see the beauty of their wool and took them home.

First we were only going to take one of them, Izzy. Donna said Izzy had the best wool.  But eventually we took the four ewes.  Donna kept the ram.

Rosemary hadn’t been shorn in a couple of years, and her wool was matted and even felted on her body.  I helped Donna and a few other friends hold Rosemary down and cut some of the matted wool.  She wasn’t easy to catch or hold.  Only half done, we got Rosemary in the back of  Donna’s Subaru and drove her to our farm.

Eventually our shearer came and cut off the rest of Rosemary’s wool.

It was impossible to know what her wool was like back then, but it turns out it’s different from my other Romneys.  Rosemary’s wool is a tight curl and so rich in lanolin, her bag of wool, though not the biggest is always the heaviest.

Rosemary is a beautiful sheep with a lot of attitude and poise.  She’s not as friendly as some of my other sheep, but she’s not standoffish either and  always willing to take a treat from me.

Working On My Dragon Quilt

I’ve been working on my Dragon Quilt today, staying focused, giving it all my attention.  I think I’m almost done designing it.  I still have to make some decisions about what I believe is the last strip of fabric on the bottom, but I’m close.

Close to being done and too close to the quilt.  I keep looking at it, but can hardly see it anymore.

I’m leaving for Bellydancing soon.  My second practice for the Haflah.  I’ll let you know how it goes, if not tonight when I get home, then tomorrow.  I’m curious and a little anxious to see what happens.

Dragon Quilt when I left the studio this evening.

 

Donkey Games

 

Donkey’s Still Life

Every morning I go into the pole barn to muck it out and overnight, the donkeys have turned over the bucket with the mineral lick in it, pushed the ball around and moved the orange cone.

Every morning I turn  the bucket back upright and replace the mineral lick.   I move the cone far enough away from the fence  for me to stick the ball in the top or it.

It’s a game we’ve been playing for a while now.  I put it all together and the donkeys take it all apart.

Today they made, what looked like to me,  a still life. Then pooped on it.  A signature perhaps?

The idea that one, or both of the donkeys marked these things makes me think that they’re taking the game a step further.

I took this picture of the donkey’s creation, then dissembled it.  I’ll be curious to see what they do tomorrow.

How I left the cone, ball, bucket and mineral block this morning.

 

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