“Grassland Diaries-First Snow ” mixed media collage, paper, acrylics, ink
At the beginning of the year I discovered some new cutting techniques thats enabled me to create a wild type of Grass that I found very intriguing. It was love at first sight, or at first cut. However the technique was very labor intensive sometimes involving over a hundred cuts. This intense process did not suit my situation of having carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands. When I underwent two surgeries for my hand issues I put my winter grasses on hold. During my recovery I pursued less intense art forms while my hands recovered. So now, even though it is Spring, I am returning to winter and finishing the job I started.
“Grassland Diaries-First Snow II” mixed media collage, paper, acrylics, ink
Somehow, in the midst of this Pandemic experience, returning to winter does not seem all that odd.
Detail, “Grassland Diaries-First Snow II” mixed media collage, paper, acrylics, ink
Detail, “Grassland Diaries-First Snow ” mixed media collage, paper, acrylics, ink
Ohio has had its share of unusual weather this winter. A lovely Christmas in the 50s. Lots of rain and not much snow. And now finally at the end of January We are beginning to see ice and snow. And we’ve had an awful lot of winter rain. I know I shouldn’t complain about winter rain, having so many loved ones living in areas of drought. But really, winter rain? Why is winter rain so ugly and depressing when spring rain is so beautiful and full of hope?
About two years ago I realized that I had injured my hands doing my mixed media artwork. I found myself having carpal tunnel syndrome. I always thought carpal tunnel was for the poor people who had to work on computers all day. I never saw myself as being a victim of the disorder. I was having too much fun to come down with something as mundane as that. Long story short my surgery was scheduled for today, but I had to cancel because of illness.
Yesterday, during my recuperation I discovered how to “make rain”.And now today, my hand is so numb I can neither paint nor cut. So I’m sad to say, the rains have stopped. The last two weeks for me,have been very strong creative moments with tons of new inspiration and thoughts. And now grinding to a halt ? I will be very interested to see if the creative juices keep flowing During this time of decreased artistic activity. For some reason, I have the image of myself catching the creative thoughts in a big bucket to keep for later. Maybe a Rain Bucket?
Alter Ego of a Primrose Mixed Media Collage
On the edge of the woods, everything is changing and shifting. Green is turning into red,yellow and gold. Beautiful fresh blooms are turning shades of brown and burgundy, and they are stiff and brittle. Some flowers appear to be made of stone. The tall green grasses are now tall brown and tawny grasses waving stiffly in the wind. Leaves from the very top of our stately trees are taking the plunge and dancing towards the earth. The natural world takes autumn very seriously and every single plant gives its all to the new season.
Along the Chlorophyll Trail Mixed media collage
I have been thinking a lot lately about the miracle of chlorophyll and how completely we depend on it for life on this glorious planet. Chlorophyll is mysterious and wonderful yet it is never a topic of poetry or prose. No ballads, songs or odes are written about it. I wonder if they had given it a more pleasant name if it would appear in literature and song. anyway, I wonder what chlorophyll”s view of autumn is…. a much needed vacation, or a nasty deprivation ????? Check out my “gallery” and see what’s available for sale
Over the years on my artistic journey, I have seen over and over that my art is not something thing “I do”, rather it is an expression of my life and spirit. My expressions and processes take twists and turns just as my life does. Seasons of art, ups and downs, like the tides, like the passing of night and day. Sometimes I just get up on the “wrong side of my art bed”. The secret is that I must continue to make art with or without an strong inspiration and then as I continue the creative juices will begin to flow. A lot like what I have seen in relationships with those I love, a lot like my life of faith. Sometimes I just don’t feel like loving, or putting the effort into relationships and faith. But when I make a small effort wonderful things happen.
With my mother’s passing in April I found myself “fired” from my long term position as “caregiver”. After that came many emotions, experiences that I was not expecting. I did not realize how much of my life revolved around the role I had as daughter and caregiver.
I thought I was too sophisticated to have a “mid-life crises”. Long story short, as I look at the art that I produced since the loss of my mom I am surprised to find that I had put the bright colors aside and subconsciously chosen, silvers, grays and darker metallics. Possibly because for several months I walked in the presence of an ancient one and accompanied her through the valley of Death. Seeing my mother’s small form lying in her bed of passing, I could not help but face my own mortality.
Epiphyllum oxypetalum “Queen of the Night”
Growing up in Southern California my Grandma lived next door and tended a marvelous garden. One of her prizes was her Night Blooming Cereus. I remember as a child the excitement surrounding there rare blooms in the dark of night. My Grandmother was even known to invite guests for the sweet-smelling experience. With my Grandma’s passing, my parents tended the night bloomers and continued the celebratory traditions. Living in Ohio, I do not have a single gorgeous night blooming cactus to my name. However, as I look at my art garden, I cannot help but think that I am growing my own night bloomers. Creating and tending lovely flowers to bloom and smell sweetly in the evening of my life.
Now that we have reached the threshold of spring, the fair edge of winter, I am finally looking back over the art which had made up my creative moments this winter. Over the cold months I have once again found my artwork capturing the spirit of a Botanical Winter. From our windows on the woods, i I can see the winter grasses. Night and day they endure the frozen temperatures, winds and ice. They did not just endure but they do it with grace and beauty.
My themes this winter have revolved around the grasses and seeds of winter. They have such abundance and so many levels and interpretations. They are lovely. yet ignored.
They are trodden under foot and yet they are an integral part of our universe.
They are apart of the great dance of life. Our natural world revolves around the silent work of seeds and grasses.
Happy to say that I will be having my art work on display at the Akron Women’s City Club for the month of October. Reception on October 6, 1-4 All are Welcome
732 W Exchange St, Akron, OH 44302
Looking back, I realize that before I began my journey into art, that I had little idea exactly what I was getting into. I thought of art as an “enjoyable pastime”, a therapeutic endeavor, a way to cover some vacant walls. Now, after several years of pursuing art in the mixed media world, I have come to see that creating art enters into every part of my life.
At present, I am experiencing carpel tunnel syndrome in both hands. It all started two months ago when I felt compelled to give voice to Flowers.
Hours of painting,cutting, folding, writing,clipping, and before the first few flowers were even blooming my hands were numb.
Did that stop me? A couple years ago, I came to the understanding that the artwork that I create is only a part of the whole creative process. The artistic process also includes, shopping for supplies, cleaning up my studio, time spent at the framers, online research and hours spent looking for the “right” supplies. And now I add Dr. visits and shopping for wrist supporters. i always knew that garden work could be dangerous but I somehow thought working in my art garden was a safer pastime.
Thank You Nancy Reyner……
Artists may have many defining moments in their artistic journeys, times when new doors swing open and the artist is lead in fresh directions. These defining moments can look very different from one another. Some are obvious and even dramatic, while others are recognized only with hindsight. There are those moments when the lights go on, bells ring, doors and windows fly open, the red carpet of understanding is rolled out and the artist knows that they will never be the same.
I had that experience a couple years ago when I watched Nancy Reyner’s wonderful tutorial on how to apply metal gilding. For some reason, I was apprehensive about trying my hand at gilding. Nancy’s teaching video was perfect for me. The instruction was direct and clear, the technique, supplies and process were covered in simple, precise language. When the video was over, I felt like I knew what to do. site. My artistic journey took a wonderful turning at that moment. Gilding has become an integral part of my artistic expression and a wonderful technique for expressing my enthusiasm for all things colorful and “shiny”. I am able to communicate in a new way, a little like learning a new language. My collages have taken on a unique character and I have discovered wonderful new colors and many surprises. I have found many of Nancy’s teaching videos to be very helpful, along with several of her books. Thank you Nancy for opening the Gilded Doors for me. www.nancyreyner.com
Happy to say i will be at the lovely Fine art show, Bellissimo, at Gervasi Vineyard
on Sunday July 22, 2018 fro 12:00-5:00. Look for me under the Pavilion.
A few years ago, late at night in early spring. I was supposed to be cleaning up my studio. Instead, I found myself “playing” with certain paper scrapes and slowly the inspiration of a collage flower came into being. The first inspiration came quickly and unexpectedly but the actual design and construction took several weeks.I found the task so difficult that for quite a long time I actually did not attempt another one. Then I made one more and then none for many months.
To me, flowers are like a divine wake-up call. They are awesomely beautiful and yet they are scattered all over the place. Looking at flowers costs nothing and can be very therapeutic. I have often wondered why no one has gone into Floral Therapy? Flowers are hard to explain, containing depth and mysteries. And on top of that they can even smell good! Not all mysteries smell good .
This spring, late at night, while I was supposed to be cleaning my studio, the inspiration hit again. I was inspired to take the time to consider my approach to flowers and try to discover why the task was so challenging. I called it “Wrestling the Flower Angels”. I am happy to say that after much thought, writing and soul searching I was able to return to the job of giving voice to flowers.
An essential part of my flower design is the decision that I made to spend time making sure every part is well constructed. Have you ever picked a rose or a daisy and on closer inspection you notice that the back of the petals were unfinished, never colored, or the sepal was poorly constructed? No. Flowers, are well constructed, organized nicely and made to achieve their purpose. Hence I have decided to “waste” time on the details rather than using haphazard construction methods. Even in our technological, consumer age society, flowers are made with the same perfection that they were in the Victorian age. The flowers blooming by the side of the road are equally perfect to the ones growing in the the grandest gardens of the world.
The business of the Holidays is over, A few lights still hang and remind. Now the center stage is for Winter. Pure and simple Winter—Winter without holidays. A solid, unmanaged winter. In the woods we are very familiar with winter. Every stone, limb,log and creature is the intimate of winter. Friend and foe and very familiar. This year my thoughts are on how winter is an important part of my relationship with the woods around me. As in the natural world,all relationships have seasons. In every season I can choose to grow, learn and survive or wither and die off.For me, as a collage artist, I find an inspiration in the Bleak Mid-Winter that I find no where else. In these cold and frozen months I find myself chasing after subdued and frosty colors and textures. Something I would never consider in the warmer months. Winter is a master artist teaching me anew to find the joyful patterns and pathways of the frozen times. I must try to remember this in my relationships also. Always to reach out to beauty in its many forms.
“Whistling for Rodger”, paper collage, acrylics, metal gilding, by artist Helen Wilson
This past summer and autumn I have several new pieces in my studio. Their themes all seem to revolve around the idea of ABUNDANCE. Living on the edge of the woods we are constantly surrounded by Nature’s Abundance. So many leaves, so many grasses, flowers,tress, stones and living beings. Everywhere and always. This abundance fascinates and inspires me.
“Skylark for the Artist” paper collage, acrylics, metal gilding by artist Helen Wilson
Summer’s abundance has come and gone, followed by Autumn’s generous spirit.
Now we are on the border edges of winter and Nature’s abundance takes on a new face.