Monday, March 23, 2015
If you think, from the title, that this post is going to be about husbands and wives, you may want to look somewhere else. I have some opinions about that but this blog is not the place for that. This post is more about art and a change of perspective.
Years ago I met regularly with an artist friend. We would spend wonderful evenings together creating art in her studio, drinking tea and having great conversations. When I said it would be cool to be an artist, she replied that I already was one. I never quite bought into that line; I never felt I was good enough. That 'not good enough' point of view has been with me for a long time. For Christmas I was gifted a woodworking class. When that came up recently in a conversation, I was asked if I wanted to become a woodworker. My first thought was "Yes, I do." but this was one of those rare times when my brain caught that thought before it escaped from my mouth. There was a moment of silence before I answered, "No, I already am one. I just want to get better."
At that moment I realized that my attitude had changed. I saw that it had been changing for a while and apparently it had reached a tipping point. I started to think about other things I like to do. I lean pretty heavy towards the fibre arts. I hesitate to call my a fibre artist, because that brings up the discussion of art versus craft, but I am fine with claiming the role of fibre-crafter. I think it will evolve towards art in time. Then there is photography, the real motivater of this post.
I've been taking pictures for many years, for the last couple years I have been a member of a photo club. I admit that while photo club is often very inspiring, it can be quite intimidating to me. It's that 'not good enough' thing again. However when I thought about it with this changing perspective of mine I realized that I am a photographer. I'm not the best photographer, I'm not the most active photographer, shoot… I may even be an amateur amateur-photographer, but I am a photographer and some of my shots are good enough. This spring our club has been given the privilege of having a very public showing of our photos. This morning I submitted four photos to be evaluated for the show. That's not a big deal for some people, but for me it feels big. I'm not sure how I'll feel if they're exhibited, but I feel pretty good right now. Wish me luck!
Friday, November 28, 2014
I was looking through old blog posts, looking for something in particular. I didn't find it. I got sidetracked by a post I did in 2008 called "Self Portrait Mosaic". I was curious what it would look like if I did it now since Flickr pictures change and so do I. So here's the updated version of my Self Portrait Mosaic. I fudged a bit on question 12 since I no longer have a Flickr account.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
I am not unfamiliar with this plant. It's a Prickly Pear Cactus. They are plentiful here where we live but I have not seen them get as big as this plant I saw in Utah. These pads were as big (or bigger) than my outstretched hand. Not that my bare hand was getting anywhere near these things, not a chance, I've had experience with Prickly Pears in the past. I knew that the fruit is edible, but I did not know that the pads, or nopales, are also edible. I was a bit surprised to see them for sale in the grocery stores in Southern Utah. I don't think I'm going to go running out to the coulees to find some Prickly Pears for dinner, but I admit to being curious. What do they taste like? Then I imagine the agony if you didn't get ALL the thorns off. OUCH!