Showing posts with label mixed media. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mixed media. Show all posts

Monday, April 28, 2014

Can't Find My Way Home

This mixed-media collage was created as a gift for my son's birthday. It was done on a box framework... the front and all four sides are collaged.  The two focal elements are the vintage photograph of the "scout" which I bought at an antique store, then copied and cut out…. and the vintage key. Other elements include vintage newspaper, typed and handwritten text, postage stamps, direct image transfers and paper ephemera. The entire piece was coated with a thin layer of beeswax.  7" x 7" x 1.75"




     I started working on this piece about three years ago, starting out with just the photographic image and the key. From there, I knew I wanted to use vintage papers as a background, then found the hand-drawn map image in a National Geographic magazine and felt it just belonged to this story somehow. Then I got stuck, set it aside and really couldn't get moving on it until recently.
This time, as I worked, the story began to tell itself and it took on an ecology narrative… about how we modern humans have "mucked" things up in our thirst for money and power. Sub-texts include the theme of being lost in the wilderness, of our polarized society and the things we are not paying attention to as the healthy balance in our precious world slips through our fingers.
The more I look at the finished piece, the more it tells me.
The "Peaceful Valley" brings to mind that mythical place… that perfect Eden, our home… that is lost and gone forever. Meanwhile, we keep striving and dueling it out to achieve and acquire ever more, but at what cost?

As I was finishing the collage, the last task was to punch holes and wire on the key. I had the radio on, listening to old rock and roll, and wondering what the title of this piece was going to be. I was literally holding that old key in my hand as Blind Faith's song, Can't Find My Way Home came on…  "Come down off your throne and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key",  and BOOM…  I had my title. That song has been a favorite of mine for many, many years and it could not have been more profoundly right for this work.


"Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time. And I'm wasted and I… can't find my way home."

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Journal Your Art Out

Giving my rational mind a rest today and making art without rhyme or reason. I highly recommend it as a spiritual practice. These snippets I offer... without further explanation.




























Tuesday, August 25, 2009

VooDoo!



It was birthday time for my youngest son, Dylan, and I knew I needed to come up with something wild, weird and memorable for him. So, for some reason, this idea popped into my head... a Voodoo Alien! I've never made anything resembling a voodoo doll before, but have seen some artful renditions, and have appreciated those artists who make them with only good intentions, as protectors and intercessors... rather than as evil little pincushion beings that might be intended to cause harm, stuffed with the hair and fingernail clippings of one's enemies.

Working directly from the only sketch I made, this guy came together fairly quickly. I wanted him to look "tribal", in an other-worldly way, and a little bit scary... but only for purposes of warding off any evil spirits that might be lurking around. He's intended as a sort of totem or icon of protection, with some elements that are strictly for the fun of it!


Keeping the shape simple, I started by creating the basic body from a scrap of an old wool Navy blanket. The arms are cut from a felted thrift store sweater. Except for the initial outside seam, all the stitching is done by hand, using bright red or brown button & craft thread, and I let that stitching show wherever possible. The eyes are mismatched on purpose, giving him that intimidating squint that shows he means business!

I wanted to embellish this doll with lots of found objects, charms, beads and wire. The mouth idea popped into my head as a clear image- a red felt oval, and six white pony beads for teeth. When I later opened my bead box, it was amazing to find that when it came to white pony beads, I happened to have EXACTLY six... no more!


The charms each mean something (sometimes just some random thing I made up). His heart is a copper penny that I found, with a heart-shape punched out. This gives him compassion, and protects his owner's heart. He also sports a gold Barbie shoe, which represents his "soul" (sole), and offers protection from Barbie dolls, something my sons definitely thought were evil when they were young boys! A "Holy Family" medallion covers the possibility of the Catholics actually having it right.

There are a couple of old keys sewn on, including one on the neck piece, which also contains various bits of old fishing tackle that my husband picked up on the shores of the Kalama River. These items offer protection from the loss of keys, as well as protection from stepping on fish hooks! An NRA button protects against gun violence. But, the most important charm of all is the purple armadillo pin, which represents Dylan himself, who was sometimes called "Armadillon" in his youth. This one also offers him the protection of the well-armored armadillo's tough outer shell!

Just for the art of it, I used several of my very favorite vintage buttons, including one white dollar sign button, leftover from a shirt my mother made for my dad when I was a kid. I like to think it's imbued with some prosperity energy and/or protection from financial hazards! This doll is also quite obviously male... being endowed with a strategically placed dangly doodad, which is really just his codpiece, serving to protect his *ahem* "naughty bits" (not pictured).

The legs are sticks, donated by my neighbor's gigantic beech tree, and wrapped with brass and copper wire. His hat is made from a very large and unusual plastic button I bought at an antique store recently, topped with a faux ivory bead and a red pony bead which looks just like a "cherry on top".



Smiles, guffaws, raised eyebrows and various exclamations were heard all around upon VooDoo Alien's unveiling at my son's 22nd birthday party this past weekend. I'm assured it will not soon be forgotten, which is good enough for me!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Guardian Angel

Just a little something for today...

Unable to fight the urge to wire some random things together, I just started playing around with an old doll head, some fine brass wire and a woven potpourri basket that's hung in my closet for decades, filled with old lavender buds.

Karl made the inlaid wood wings and the lathe-turned base the round-bottomed basket stands in, years ago. She's wearing a guardian angel medallion and her halo is a sterling silver bubble wand that "Auntie O" gave to Katera when she was tiny.

I'm not sure she's finished yet, but my studio time for the day is about over. I spent some of it today trying to figure out if my silly little camera will reveal some hidden functions and redeem itself as blog-worthy after all... but I'm afraid hope fades.

I set up my etsy shop yesterday. If all goes well, my friends, you may see something actually listed in it soon! My user name there is bungalowgal, but I'll post a link to the shop as soon as I take that Big Step!