Muse Talk: September 2009

Saturday, September 05, 2009

I left the 21st Century....for the afternoon

Ohio has had the best weather this last week...in the 60's and 70's ...low humidity and lots of sunshine.... so, today Dallas and I decided to attend the New Boston Fair near the city we used to live in. This fair takes place every labor day weekend and is a two day event of strict ..re enactment of the late 1700's and how life was like in the area ...settlers vs. local Indians, merchants, food, militia etc. The participants must follow a strict code...no modern items allowed even down to their eye glasses and words. We go up and down the various tent lined avenues....dodging horses and oxen carts and the resulting (plops)...and watch magic acts, sword swallowers, musicial presentations, and working craftsmen from lace makers to blacksmiths to basket weavers,soap makers, milners, furniture makers, and even the doctor. All the participants do a great job staying in character and it is fun to tour and observe. It was very crowded today...due to the weather....normally at this time of year it rains and is in the 40's.... we watched the battle, and jumped when the cannons were fired and watched the various militia men march about. I bought some pot metal buttons that were cast from original recast molds...some mititary and others just deocrative, and a "gill" full of white shell buttons, and a thing to hold my hair up....metal and beads...and Dallas got a horn to decorate and a wood whistle...tiny one. We had fun...but smell like campfire smoke....

now back to the 21st century....

Biting the bullet

OK, I am now doing something I said I would never do and that is create my own blog. What to do? I keep an art journal, and have done so for years but this will be a bit different. I must keep this "clean" and nice and not rant and rave if I am upset...or maybe I can but in a nice way...smile. Please be patient with me as I get the hang of how to organize this space to be easy to navigate and fun and useful. Please feel free to have me add your blogs to my list...and to make comments and suggestions...heck, if I don't like your suggestions, I will write about you on a future entry...LOL

A busy past few weeks

The progressive dinner was a total hit. Great food, and company. Next the focus turned to getting some items ready for a juried art show in Kettering. I submitted two items this past Saturday and will keep my fingers crossed that they make it into the show at the end of February. Now a bit about the weather....our nice mild winter has changed course. We are in the second week of single digit temperatures with lows dropping into the sub zeros during the night. Yesterday, I had no water in the laundry room and had to call the repair man. There seems to be a leak from the outside into the house and the frigid air has caused one of the pipes to freeze. Two huge holes into the drywall allowed enough room for a hair dryer to thaw out the pipe. The dry wall will be repaired under warranty along with the leak....once the temperatures warm up enough for the seal to stick. Today we had 5 inches of snow in addition to the frigid cold wind and temperatures.... It is so OHIO.

Aborigine Art Style

I saw half naked people, with paint, and black eyes, sitting around a fire and heard wild animals and the rustling of brush and leaves and felt the smoke and dust as the wind blew.......it was a dream I had had for several nights during the last few weeks and so I set out to search Google on the pc to see if I could come up with the trigger for these dreams. I came across a site for Aborigine Art and felt compelled to look at painting after painting. The simplistic style mixed with earth tone colors or very loud and bright colors and wavey designs caught my eye. Many of these paintings looked like the doodles I do in my art journal to fill up white space, yet, each painting represented a moment the artist had shared with nature.... the titles were simple too. I wanted to try to make my own painting using the same style and Bird in Nest is my first interpretation of this style.