| Baphomet: Pyrography, rusty barbed wire, wood, wool. 15"x10" |
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Overcoming Obstacles
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| Totem for Overcoming Obstacles (photo by Lorna Stevens) |
Totem for Overcoming Obstacles: Tap the ball gently toward the goal. Smash through walls. Unlock the door. Or simply fly over it all.
Materials: Antique Japanese croquet mallet, merino wool, kid mohair, feathers, rusted barbed wire and key.
This creation came at an interesting time in my life. Have been feeling stuck, unsure of what comes next. Creating this piece left me feeling very free and open. Without going into unnecessary detail, I've decided to enroll in a Certified Yoga Therapist program that starts next January. I firmly believe that my work these last years in the art and craft of felting is significantly responsible for opening me to this next stage in my journey, while at the same time yoga has been essential in tapping into a deeper, more mindful creative consciousness.
I also feel confident that I will likely find a way to combine felting and yoga therapy. The practice of yoga and a creative outlet like felting are a perfect fit. With your hands in the wool and soapy suds, or with the needle and a pile of raw locks, you lose yourself in that eternal present moment. In the same way that felting brings all the different fibers together into a coherent and beautiful whole, so can the practice of art and yoga be a means to bring together all the various fibers of your life experience.
Exciting journey ahead!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wire as Fiber Part 2
I work in San Francisco's Presidio, the old military base snuggled up against the bay, with the Golden Gate Bridge looming in the sky like a silent, immutable god. Walking around on my lunch break is always inspiring. Recently my gaze has shifted from the splendor to the places of detritus and disrepair.
In my previous post I showed a few of the first experimental pieces incorporating rusty barbed wire. I have no idea how successful some of my ideas in this vein will turn out when I finally get time to work on them in the coming months, and that's what's so exciting about this new unknown creative territory for me. In the meantime, going back over some of my lunch hour cell-phone snapshots, I realized that the inspiration photos are interesting in and of themselves.
Here's a few of the seeds that started me seeing a rust colored world, and barbed wire as just a really intense form of fiber:
In my previous post I showed a few of the first experimental pieces incorporating rusty barbed wire. I have no idea how successful some of my ideas in this vein will turn out when I finally get time to work on them in the coming months, and that's what's so exciting about this new unknown creative territory for me. In the meantime, going back over some of my lunch hour cell-phone snapshots, I realized that the inspiration photos are interesting in and of themselves.
Here's a few of the seeds that started me seeing a rust colored world, and barbed wire as just a really intense form of fiber:
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| Spiderweb, various fiber, rusty barbed wire |
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| Clouds as tufts of wool, wire floating in the sky |
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| Rusty bits lying about. Watch your tires while driving in the Presidio! |
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| Decaying human structures and nature's fiber artist, the spider. |
Friday, October 11, 2013
Wire as Fiber
These are some beginning bits of ideas I have to incorporate rusty
barbed wire as a type of fiber combined with wool. Inspiration came
from photos I took this summer of spider webs and other random bits of
detritus caught up in barbed wire here and there throughout the
Presidio in San Francisco.
Much more in this vein to come.
Much more in this vein to come.
| Cobweb felt and barbed wire |
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| Kid Mohair, rusty barbed wire, drift wood |
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| Burned &stained wood, rusty barbed wire, merino felt |
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Summer Vacation
Summer vacation. Music festivals. Friends. Parties. Travel. Became an uncle. Broke a foot. Neglected this blog. Blah blah. Not feeling wordy. Lots of stuff in the works. In the mean time, here's a couple things that were fun to make:
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| Custom request, Eye of Horus felted micro wall hanging. |
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| Abstract design, merino locks, inspired by sea life. |
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Crow Medicine
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| Felted raw wool tapestry, feather, shell, tea stained bone bead, wood |
Crow. Magic. Sacred law. Shape shifting. Manifesting change in the physical world. Protection. Communication.
There is a medicine story that tells
of Crow’s fascination with her own shadow. She kept looking at it,
scratching it, pecking at it, until her shadow woke up and became alive.
Then Crow’s shadow ate her. Crow is Dead Crow now.
Jamie Sams & David Carson, Medicine Cards, p.133
That little hint of a medicine story, it's more Jungian shadow work. Not to reject your dark side, but to integrate it with your light into a healthy whole. It is a warning, though, of obsession with your shadow self. It can become the dominant self if you don't interact with it in a healthy way.
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Here's a great article, "6 Terrifying Ways Crows Are Way Smarter Than You Think." It talks, for instance about language and crows having regional dialects.
So regarding language, indulge an old English major a non-sequitur. One of the things I used to embellish this crow tapestry is a "Tea Stained Bone Bead." I love the sound of those two pounding spondaic feet, so reminiscent of the brutal sounds of Old English that it brought to my mind the text of Beowulf. For my amusement, and possibly your enjoyment, here is a grim and musically gorgeous passage from the classic tale:
"His fatal departure was regretted by no-one who witnessed his trail, the ignominious marks of his flight where he'd skulked away, exhausted in spirit and beaten in battle, bloodying the path, hauling his doom to the demon's mere. The bloodshot water wallowed and surged, there were loathsome upthrows and overturnings of waves and gore and wound-slurry. With his death upon him, he had dived deep into his marsh-den, drowned out his life and his heathen soul: hell claimed him there."--excerpt from Beowulf
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Here's a great article, "6 Terrifying Ways Crows Are Way Smarter Than You Think." It talks, for instance about language and crows having regional dialects.
So regarding language, indulge an old English major a non-sequitur. One of the things I used to embellish this crow tapestry is a "Tea Stained Bone Bead." I love the sound of those two pounding spondaic feet, so reminiscent of the brutal sounds of Old English that it brought to my mind the text of Beowulf. For my amusement, and possibly your enjoyment, here is a grim and musically gorgeous passage from the classic tale:
"His fatal departure was regretted by no-one who witnessed his trail, the ignominious marks of his flight where he'd skulked away, exhausted in spirit and beaten in battle, bloodying the path, hauling his doom to the demon's mere. The bloodshot water wallowed and surged, there were loathsome upthrows and overturnings of waves and gore and wound-slurry. With his death upon him, he had dived deep into his marsh-den, drowned out his life and his heathen soul: hell claimed him there."--excerpt from Beowulf
| Tapestry, partially complete |
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Spirit Animals
| Needle felted "spirit animals" inspired by Huichol yarn painting and bead masks |
Have you ever had a dream where you were visited by an animal and felt an intense connection or unspoken communication passed between you and that animal? Are there animals you have a particularly strong attraction to, or seem to coincidentally encounter often in nature?
It is no surprise that animals tell us much about ourselves considering all the myriad creatures that walk this earth have come from a single source, whatever you believe that source to be. As empathic creatures we recognize ourselves in others, but we also recognize something of ourselves in the animal kingdom as well. Spiritual traditions all over the world have long recognized this, from the concept of shamanic animal guides to the yogis who adapted many postures from the observation of our animal kin.
Following are some brief thoughts on each of the animals I have created so far in this series of "Spirit Animals" inspired by Huichol yarn paintings and Mayan bead masks. These initial four were selected in part because they each strongly represent a different classical element and direction.
Rabbits (East, Air) are sometimes thought to represent fear, nervousness or caution, but if you have ever read Richard Adam's brilliant story about these creatures in the classic "Watership Down," you know what noble and amazing animals these are.
Lizard (South, Fire). As a fan of laying on the beach and soaking up the sun, I feel a special affinity for this creature. They can look like they are asleep, but if you move close to one they quickly dart into nearby shadow beneath a rock or bush. Simultaneously asleep and awake, they represent existing both in consensus reality, and that place of dreams, that place of deep symbolic reality underlying the world around us.
Frog (West, Water) is a creature of transformation, regeneration and rebirth, having made the journey from one form to another, from tadpole to frog.
The frog makes its journey of transformation as solely a water dweller (tadpole) to land by growing legs.
I think of frogs and their beautiful chorus with other frogs in the water. So sing a song, take a bath, go swimming, as a way to transform. . .not necessarily the big life transformations, but as a way to change from a dark mood to a bright one, as a way to get back on your feet and moving forward, making your way onto the solid ground again.
Turtle (North, Earth) is a fitting juxtaposition to the Rabbit, that age old race between the tortoise and the hare. Slow and steady. But more than that, think of how it carries its house with it everywhere, it is the very picture of self-sufficiency. It is also a wonderful icon for introspection, going inside its own shell, a safe place.
I love the expression "It's turtles all the way down." I don't remember what tradition that comes from, but its the idea of what holds the earth up. According to one myth, it is a turtle. But then that begs the question, what is that turtle standing on? Well, obviously, another turtle. It's an expression that summarizes the idea of "infinite regress." How you can just keep asking why, over and over, to every answer. And how perfect is that for a creature that represents going inside, introspection? It's cautionary. . . don't spend so much time going inside yourself in introspection, questioning everything so much that it turns into an infinite regress. Go inside when you need to, but otherwise, poke that head out, munch some healthy greens, and move slowly and steadily forward in your life.
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This mask that hangs on the wall in my studio space is an example of Mayan bead art. I picked it up years ago on the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico, and it's funny how it finally crept its way into my own creations. Be careful what you hang on your walls!
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