Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
After my rant on Monday about Black Friday and my suggestion we make art instead of buy cheap crap on sale, I started doing some major brainstorming. What I’ve come up with is an idea that incorporates gratitude, family, and a seriously cool art installation.
The idea was inspired by something I saw a few weeks ago while attending Salt Lake City’s Gallery Stroll. It was a traveling art exhibit, installed in the back of a moving van. Inside the van was an enormous ball of string (we’re talking maybe 4 feet in diameter?) and hanging at various levels from the top of the van were tiny tags with things hand-written on them. On closer inspection, the tags said things like, “make a can telephone” and “tie around my finger to remember stuff.” Oh, I get it. People must have been asked to write on these tags what they would do with a piece of string. Then, the artist hung up the tags at varying heights, and voila; art.Yesterday I had some friends over, and instead of asking them what they would do with a piece of string, I asked them to write on these cool shipping tags things they were grateful for. You know, getting us all in the Thanksgiving spirit. Then, since we had quite the snowstorm and several broken branches lying around (waste not, want not) I found a branch I thought was extra interesting and tied on the tags. You could use any sort of tag, or even just strips of paper. Gather as many tags as you can, by listing just one item per tag. You could then hang them from a branch like this, or the ceiling or light fixtures at different levels. Or, hang them on your Christmas tree as ornaments and let thankfulness infuse your entire holiday season. I’m heading to my hometown for Thanksgiving, where I will bring some tags to let my family add to the tree. Every year we go around the table and say what we are grateful for, so this year I’ll ask everyone to write them down, too! I’m excited to watch my Thanksgiving Tree "branch out!"
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
There is a certain place on the sofa, if you are looking just so, where you can see it. I noticed it one day a few months ago, not long after we put new flooring in the bathroom. Yes, there was definitely a quality about it, but what? Could it be that all those years of studying one of my favorite artists of all time, Johannes Vermeer, caused me to unwittingly recreate one of his paintings in my living room? And I don’t mean painting an actual study of his paintings, though I have done that, too. No, I mean I am in a painting. At least when I am looking just so:
Can you see it, too? The red and black Persian rug, the black and white tile, the lute (okay, it’s a mandolin in my house, but still). Perhaps this is why I liked those items enough to purchase them in the first place. Maybe there was a subconscious yearning to connect with one of the true masters of art, and it spilled out all over my decorating sensibilities.
Whatever it was, the results are that at any given time in the day, I can sit in that spot on the sofa and feel sort of fuzzy inside. I have come to learn that the things we love become who we are, whether we know it or not. You are what you eat, so to speak. I love, love, love Vermeer. He used the same room in the same studio with the same props in practically every painting he ever did, and they are each one brilliant. If I must live in a painting, I'm sure glad it's a Vermeer.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Today, that obsession has turned into quite the collection of paintings I’ve done of those very photographs. In almost every room of my house, one of my ancestors is watching over you. By the time I was sixteen, I had already lost all my grandparents, and half of them were gone before I was even born. Painting them is my way of honoring them. And let’s be honest, I dig the clothing.
Are you still wondering about the ostrich? The top painting is from a photo taken in 1920 of my grandfather, James Oscar Jessen. He’s the one on the bird. The other fellow is an un-named army buddy. If I have no other source of pride in my life, I will always have the fact that my grandfather rode an ostrich.
The painting above is from the other side of the family; my mother’s parents and two younger sisters. The photo was taken not long before my grandmother passed away, leaving an entire slew of young ones alone with Grandpa. Even though I never knew my grandma Grace, I feel connected to her through this painting. And look, we even have the same glasses!
That is the magic of art, isn’t it? What paintings have significance in your life?
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yes, honey, I will create a post about our typewriter. As we were discussing this new blog last night, my husband's main concern was whether or not the typewriter would get its fifteen minutes. Isn't it lovely? We found it in the garage. Almost exactly a year ago, we purchased a home built in 1894 (more on that later) and it came stocked with all sorts of fabulous treasures.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Inspiration for art or design doesn't have to come to you through visual elements only. Have you ever been inspired by something you heard, but didn't know how to translate that into something visual? For me, it all comes to me in my dreams. When I was in high school, I heard about a study that said listening to Mozart would increase your I.Q. So, I bought a set of "Mozart's Greatest Hits" and began listening to them faithfully every night while drifting off to sleep. The music came alive to me in my mind's eye and I would visualize each note; its color, texture, rhythm.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Do you love reading in bed as much as I do? My former headboards were not friendly to this habit, to say the least. One such headboard hit me directly in the back of the neck while sitting up.
Design blogs are a dime a dozen these days, but one more won't hurt, right? Having realized my personal blog was just too, well, personal, I have decided to create this blog that will feature new art projects, interior design projects, and any-other-type-of-project that I find interesting to share. I welcome you and welcome your feedback as I embark on this exciting project! Oh, and if you are wondering about the blog name, it is a paint color. My husband wondered if it was some sort of Star Trek theme and couldn't figure out how it had anything to do with art. So whether you are a trekkie, or someone looking for a good new idea now and then, pull up a chair and enjoy!