So, because themes make me feel a little bit less like the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants wreck that I really am, I’ve decided to, in keeping with yesterday’s post, make this week’s entries all about “senses” that I’d like to cultivate in myself and (with any luck) my band of merry men. (I am the reigning Queen of the Run-on Sentence.)
Today, we framed some recent drawings from my artists in residence, Luke:
(We’re calling this installation “Birds In Flight”)
(It’s a windmill that for some reason makes me think of Hayao Miyazaki’s work. The sweet yellow frame is a recent Goodwill find)
I’m not sure why it is exactly, but I swear their chests stuck out a clean two inches farther after their drawings were put in those frames. They gained status as “real” art I guess. Really, I did it because I had some empty wall space, and a cool new (old) frame, but it worked out in such a way as to give my men something all men need, the feeling that their work matters.
Don’t we all need that?
So, I suppose, the doodling I did while on the phone today…
…if I actually turn some of them into emroidered designs, as intended, actually make them into coasters or handbags or some such, actually sell them at the craft fair, will it work for me the way the frames worked for my boys? Will it bring that sense of accomplishment?
We may never know… I’m not so good at following through on my doodles and daydreams.
Oh, and speaking of random, two asides:
1) Something is still wrong with my blog. Some people have a hard time getting to it at all. Some are having a hard time leaving comments. I have an open ticket with Typepad, and Carla (I love you Carla) is doing her best to see that it gets straightened out. Sorry for the technical difficulties.
2) My boys and I are hitting the road this week. We decided to go see my grandmother for a few days. We’re feeling a need for red dirt, blueberries and tall pines.
I know, you are preparing to wrend your clothes and fast, cry out in agony, but please, put away the sackcloth … I’ve left some rambling, over analytical and yet half baked, way too wordy entries on standby. They will self-post while I’m gone. I’m smooth like that.
And plus, truth be told, I’m afraid you’ll go away if I fail to entertain you on a daily basis 🙂
I’m not at all sure I’ll have computer access from the woods though, so I may not be real responsive to your emails and comments until the weekend.
Have a great week!