Photography

Winter Sun

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Winter Sun

It snowed last night and the sky is a serious shade of slate this morning. Back to yucky Indiana winter weather, I guess.

In art news, I’m hostessing this week’s An Art a Day theme: Dadaism. I’ve been cruising the web, looking for information and inspiration for folks. I was up way past my bedtime last night, working on it. I had trouble falling asleep because my brane was spinning round and round with ideas. That’s often when my best inspirations come to me, though. Hopefully, this won’t be an exception. I can’t wait to get to work!

Art

Fun with Dada

Sharp Coffee Schrödinger's Egg
Left: Sharp Coffee (With Apologies to Mr. Duchamp)
Right: Schrödinger’s Egg Egg

These are my early morning attempts to get into the Dada spirit. I’ve got a fun collage idea, too. I’ll upload scans of that as soon as I finish.

Pets

The Sun Came Out to Play

Capricorn Bash 2005 is over–great friends, great food, and great fun was enjoyed by all. I got a Kibological selection of DVDs from Mr. B (Romper Stomper & Never Cry Wolf) and groovy slippers and art supplies (including a set of hole punches and a butt-load of various glues) from Mrs. B. We then adjourned for a silly-fest at Ms. K’s house, where I laughed so hard I ended up with a sore throat. That sort of laughter is good for the soul.

And, guess what? The sky cleared up yesterday! It’s pale blue today, but there isn’t a cloud to be seen. We ended up getting a few more inches of rain on Wednesday night/Thursday, so the river is back up again. It’s not as bad as it was last time, though, thankfully. It’s supposed to crest Sunday, so I’m hoping I can get out and get some pictures. The poor folks in Spencer who live near the river haven’t takend down their sandbag barricades yet. That’s probably a good thing.

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Froggy Says: We Got 3″ of Rain

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The sun came out to play, so I took some pictures of the dogs enjoying the good weather. They both came inside afterward with their feets caked in mud and huge smiles on their faces. The wee critters were out and about, taking advantage of the good weather, too, and providing lots of entertainment for the dogs. Work on the Moon Crater continues.

Art

Art Supply Fix

My birthday was earlier this week. I celebrated by arting and am planning on going out for a huge Capricorn birthday dinner with friends tonight.

I also just spent a bunch of money ordering art supplies. I know better and I really shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t help it. I just had to. Maybe it would help to think of it as a birthday present? I got some yummy water color paper, with the intention of making a few more books. I also got some book board and a new block of bees wax (for waxing thread). My 1/4″ hole punch is chewed to pieces (and is missing the extender thingy that you’re supposed to wack on), so I ordered a replacement for that. It sure doesn’t seem like much bang for the buck, but damn is paper ever spendy. You can eat up a couple hundred dollars fast on just a few sheets of the stuff.

I didn’t even look at painting and drawing supplies, since I knew I’d totally lose my mind. See, I do have a little bit of self control!

Art, Collage, Gluebooks

The Body

The Body
The Body
collage in composition book

Today’s glue book entry. I had another bad weather day stuck at home, so I spent the time going through a box I’ve been carting around with me for about ten years. I had no idea what was in it–it was just labelled “Collage Junk.” Oh my. It was the motherlode. There were tons of pages cut from old Sotheby’s and Christie’s catalogues, post cards, art exhibition posters, some magazines from the 30s, 40s, and 50s, and a bunch of nifty things I’d cut out of Interview and Details magazines. This piece includes fashion ads, a picture of the skeleton of conjoined twin babies, some movie stills (one about a transsexual and the other a porn movie), and an article on do-it-yourself trepanation.

Art, Collage, Gluebooks

Boat of Dreams

Boat of Dreams
The Boat of Dreams
collage in composition book

Today’s glue book entry. The blue background is Neocolors II, the water is made from the last piece of the groovy blue holographic wrapping paper from H and T’s wedding. The stone birdbath is a photo I took at a friend’s house, and the painting of the people in the little boat came from an art magazine.

With all the rain we’ve gotten lately, boats and water have been in my thoughts and dreams.

Art

What Is Art?

The question “What is art?” frequently comes up in various of my art groups. Usually it is asked within the context of “Art vs. Craft” or “Good Art vs. Bad Art.” Without getting into the debate over whether or not various works of craft can rise to the level of art, or whether or not artwork A is “better” than artwork B, I’d like to share my own definition of art. This was originally written for a paper on the challenges faced by fine arts museums in interpreting ethnographic art–specifically, Precolumbian funerary ceramics from Western Mexico.

What Is Art?

What makes people unique among animals is culture. Culture is made possible by the sharing of ideas, feelings, and events through symbolic language. This sharing of experiences allows humans to pass on information from one geographical area to another and from one generation to the next. These shared ideas can become behavior patterns that, when repeated across a population and through time, become culture. Unlike humans, when an animal dies, its experiences generally die with it.

Art is nothing more than a highly symbolic form of visual language. Traditionally, it is the representation of ideas and experiences so that others can share in those ideas and experiences with the artist. The observer is given a rare glimpse of the world through the artist’s eyes. When the work of an ancient artist reaches across vast tracts of time to touch the people of today, this message from the past becomes even more precious. In the words of George Kubler, “Here is without doubt one of the most significant of all the mechanisms of cultural continuity, when the visible work of an extinct generation still can issue such powerful stimuli.” This sharing of experiences is necessary for every human in every culture.

If we accept the definition of art as the rendering of truth in sensible form, and truth as the interpretation of human experience, it is obvious that a work of art is essentially communicative. It must mean something to someone other than the person who created it–in fact, and more important still, it can mean the same thing or several different things to a number of persons. But meaning it must have. (Francis Henry Taylor, “The Archaic Smile,” Daedalus, Autumn 1957, p. 313.)

However hard we may try, we cannot separate ourselves from the social structures that make us human. Art is the re-presentation of that human experience. Art is dependant upon culture and culture isdependant upon art; man creates art and art creates man. Art is a dialogue between ourselves and our fellow humans concerning the world around us. Even if the “subject” of art is not directly linked to the human experience, the fact that it is created by persons with uniquely subjective outlooks on life makes it about the human experience.

The writer Leo Tolstoy, on the communicative nature of art:

To evoke in oneself a feeling one has experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movement, line, color, sounds or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others experience the same feeling–this is the activity of art.

Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through and that others are infected by these feelings and also experience them.

Art, Collage, Gluebooks

Art Tip #1: Phone Books

We recently received our new phone books at work, which means figuring out what to do with the old ones. It seems a shame to dump all that paper in the recycling bin, so I tend to hang onto them (yeah, my cow orkers think I’m odd, but that’s their problem, not mine).

What do I use phone books for?

My favorite use is for blotting brushes while I’m painting (saves on paper towels!). The paper is soft and absorbant, so it sucks up excess liquid nicely. I also like to use phone books while I’m working on collages. The pages are great for placing under small items while you’re painting them or applying adhesive to them. When a page gets yucky, just tear it out or flip to the next page.

You can also use the pages as a collage base. Tear them up to create visual interest. Paint them. Ink over them or use some of the blotter pages you’ve gotten paint on. You can then seal the paper or you can draw or paint directly onto it. It takes charcoal, ink, and oil pastel nicely (just like newsprint).

Here’s a quick and easy example from one of my glue books. I tore out several pages, then tore them into vertical strips. The lettering was done using a Pitt brush tip pen. The page was then inked by gently rubbing an ink pad directly over it.

Stay Away
collage in composition book

Pets, Photography

Moon Craters, Biteyface, and One ‘Possum

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Biteyface! Note the huge crater in the background. (And, no, Harriet’s not bossy. Much. Elliott doesn’t mind, though. He loveloveloves his girldog.)

Harriet

Harriet

Harriet digging her Moon Crater. She was very pleased with herself and I have to say, it’s kept her entertained for hours. I don’t think they’ve caught anything from the crater, but hope springs eternal. It’s a now good 20′ across and growing daily.

Note the Action Ears (with patented Flying Technology[tm]) in the left-hand photo. Harriet really believes in throwing herself into her work.

Possum

Harriet’s wee baby ‘possum. I couldn’t tell what she was doing. She spent a half an hour or so carefully pushing all the surrounding leaves and twigs on top of it. I’d really like to know why she covered it up so carefully instead of eating it. You can see how nicely the grass has been smoothed toward the ‘possum.

Art, Meta

About Cat-sidh

Pandora

Pandora, the fairy cat, came to me in the Spring of 1990 as a tiny, black kitten–the runt of the litter. She was unable to meow, but soon learned to compensate with an entire vocabulary of trilling chirps. From the first day, she was fearless and gregarious. She never met a stranger and never knew a bad mood. Every new experience she met with curiosity, good grace, and wicked feline wit. She took numerous kittens under her paw, raising them, teaching them the joys of catness, and offering them life-long companionship. A benevolent dictator, Pandora accepted the challenge of keeping the dogs in proper order, ruling over them with a (mostly) velveted paw.

Pandora was a constant source of entertainment, friendship, and inspiration. It’s only fitting that her contribution to my life be recognized, so the name of this website is a tribute to her.