Autumn, please come quickly.
I miss your colors.
by the beautiful Angela Receda:
One thing that I've noticed is that I love the vast variety of ways there are to express yourself in art. You are really only limited by your own creativity. And your art can change and grow as you, yourself, do. I love that art can be sweet and beautiful, or raw and savage, or anything in between. What draws me most to create is my love of colors and textures and patterns. I'm inspired by so many things in the natural world, even something as mundane as the back of a decayed leaf. I try to include and reinterpret these natural textures, patterns and colors in my own way.
This is my third post on the question I asked a few weeks ago to some of the artists that I have gotten to know the last few years, (most of them through the blog world!)
The comments and responses to this questions have made my heart sing. I am honored to know or get to know every one of you.
If you haven't answered my question yet, please know it is not too late. I can either add responses to this post or create a new one.
Also, I have been making lots of art! So please check back.
My question was:
"What is the thread that weaves through your art?"
I begin with Sharmon from
My artist statement says this: "I'm able to recognize threads of connection stretching through time from my childhood to the work I’m making now... As a child, I drew and cut out my own paper princesses, knights, horses and dragons. I made ‘people’ out of natural materials such as sticks and apples, clothing them with flowers and housing them in villages of moss and clay." I wrote this part of my artist statement after realizing that what I do now is not so different from what I did then. That thread of creativity has been my lifeline at times when life seemed too hard- when I had lost sight of who I truly was.
Thematically, the main thread that runs through my work is that of interconnection; each piece I make, in one way or another, expresses a deep belief in the unity and connectedness of every thing in the universe.Having come from the same source, we are all intricately bound together; our threads are forever intertwined.
WOW!!! Wonderful question and wonderful responses... I too, loved how you put the pictures in with the responses... simply beautiful...
Been Thinking about this question... for me, I think my Threads weave back and forth my Faith, my Heart Songs, my Creativity, all that is me, making each thread stronger as it weaves together... bringing me the most joy....
Roxanne, I've read these two posts and found them beyond inspirational.
They are informative. They are touching and spark many points of recognition inside me. I loved as I was reading them the growing reminder of the common thread that weaves through the artistic impulse, vision, and even the artistic imperative. I'm sorry I've been late to this question, but the things I've seen and read here have certainly made me recognize and own the thread that runs through not only my art, but my life.
Wonderful responses, all of them to your call... The thread that weaves through my work is relationship. our lives are made up of papers, old book pages, post cards, sheet music and wrapping papers. I use them all to create layered mixed media pieces that represent movement, growth erosion and the changes that are ever present in my relationships with others and more importantly with myself.
Answering this is like taking the rarest of milk from inside
a sacred Cow and setting it out for examination of transformative
powers. How did this gift happen? Is it chewed grass.
Chlorophyll and morning dew; a wild elixir of mammary gland
magic. Yes, I use female imagery, believing this thread a grace
akin to mother’s milk, nourishment of and from mystery.
Meanwhile, the milk in its pail exposed in the heat of examination,
sours. Mystics believe at times things should be hermetically
sealed from us. Too much mind mis-carries the inner thing.
This thread is not another curiosity to set among the tabled and
tagged of “things known” since history. If you already understand,
chances are you won’t bother chasing its ineffable music. This is
an eternal thread and its flower is all; you, and me; our hands,
loving; our eyes, voices heartminds trying to say—(the fragmentary
majesty of Being)--with lips that can barely mouth it. I am grateful it
visits, know when it breathes through me, kisses me. We are all
visit this blog.
I almost forgot to include this beautiful poster that the Idaho State University Graphic Arts Dept. made about my upcoming workshop! Please help me spread the word, or better yet join us!