I have this little box that I use to create and recreate tableaus, a living, ever changing study...adding and removing elements. A new Santos hand added recently...
what happened I wonder to the Santos. Why so many Santos hands on the market...any ideas?
Edit: This from Constance, If carved, most likely come from Indonesia. ( learned from my friend Mike who has shop Bodega and sells them) If cast in resin I don't know where they come from.
I am fine with the fact that these are reproductions as I didn't like the idea of real Santos's being pillaged for their hands.
of inspiration from last months National Geographic magazine which has a fascinating article on the evolution of feathers.
photo of 150 million year old feather fossil by Robert Clark
The beautiful photography of Robert Clark has me playing
with composition and color...
nuff said other than this dance brings me great JOY!
and a silk screened St Michael on tin embelished with some of this and some of that...
The first layer of my work is always the written word...most often in the form of stream of consciousness...this is the story that unfolded from this piece based on a photograph from the 'ghost town school' in Mineral de Pozas
a story surely there, if only one listens deeply.
Lives lived, laughter rings out, children running up and down those now lonely steps
looking out upon the rural landscape.
Faces lining the wide windows...tell us your stories.
We care, we will listen
Moonlight now plays off the old stone, patina of time grace the walls.
Graffiti of a new generation leave their mark.
Talk to us, we will listen and hold you near.
and a bit of synchronicity...as Rebecca shares Pozos too...
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
and stencils in the journal
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
snap peas popping up in our new community garden
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
flowers in the garden
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
photoshopping images to play with...
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
bike wheels spinning 'round...finally
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
lyrics by Tim Rice from the Lion King
I was so very inspired by the show at the Museum of Art and Design in NY and the concept of the cabinet of curiosities... which in Victorian times was regarded as a microcosm or theater of the world and paved the way for modern Natural History Museum displays.
So many ideas buzzing around my head and it was this that was my focus as I foraged through the various shops we visited. Only the most delicate did I carry home with me...the rest are soon to follow.