Like the moon, and animals, the skull has been a focus of artistic meditation since as long as our kind has had the luxury of taking a break from hunting and gathering. This work feels both ancient and completely contemporary. Jim Skull website has what seems like an endless variety of a meditative jute maze meandering through human history.
And then there is this…the opposite and equal reaction. I, of course, really respond to the materials, both low on the craft totem pole, almost to the scout project level, which is why I find it captivating.
I adore this photograph, plain and simple. Adore. I can’t understand that it isn’t paint, from a long time ago, when women sat by smokey candles, throwing bobbins around making lace. And the composition just holds me, the entire image is really about the roundness of black clothe and a small defiant look.
Moscow-based Maria Baranova has much more to share on her website. Finding her work is just one of the reasons I swim through flickr everyday, and I look forward to keeping up with her work.
Sofia Arnold seems to remind me of so many different artists, yet feels absolutely unique. This one below brings “Harry, the Dirty Dog” to mind, the colors…
The people on the left might appear to be eating, but feel to me more like they are breathing out pockets of themselves
I’m really attracted to the creature swinging her legs over the cavern, which I first mistook for a river. And then there is a girl island in a yellow dress.
More water that seems to be air…legs growing into roots….
I found this random picture on the internet. We just got guinea pigs, so I just had to have it. They are so sweet, such strange rodents. I am fascinated as well as experience animal love, and have since I was a small child. My cats were my intimate confidants; I told them my true emotions when no one else in my family would deal with them. The Animal Wife or Husband has long been a theme or undercurrent in my work, and continues to be mythology I seek out (like the selki). I have black guinea pigs, which apparently are used by healers in the Andes to discover illnesses, by rubbing them against the body of the ailing. I’ll try it sometime….
Guinea pigs also have a unique history tied up in the colonization of the Americas. In German, their name translates to ‘little sea pig’ because these sweet little eaters came off the ships in crates. Apparently Queen Elizabeth has one she carried around…
This one is my favorite, I wish I could own it. I feel like I am missing out on some small private joy because I don’t. I remember reading in some Georgia O’Keefe biography, or something, that she kept a small framed piece of black linen on her wall. I feel like this would be my small piece of framed black linen.
I adore wheat paste. I build most of my sculptures out of it, and office paper and some metal/wood armature. I love the feel of it….
I don’t even know how I found this little film, bouncing around the nets as I do. It reminded me of these amazing postered wolfs that I’ve seen around Seattle, (under the West Seattle bridge, now painted over but still looking like ghosts).
It’s funny, I just put this in my “eco art” category and tagged in with “fiber in the environment”, which is probably outside of the way this kind of street art is usually viewed. But to me, it fits…
Or even “community-based public art”. labels, labels, labels…
This is my idea/inspiration blog for things that get my heart rate going, a way for me to keep things organized and share with others. I love so many inspiration blogs out there, I thought I'd start my own; if anything, as a way to keep tabs on so much brilliant work out there.
My name is Mandy Greer. I'm a visual artist; installation, mixed-media, multi-disciplinary, fiber. I'm sure you'll see all of that here.
Lately I've been thinking about stones and stars, witch ladders and knots, braiding and twisting and spinning of hair, gold, honey, drawing on skin, a lightening strike to the heart, a hum in the throat, cycles of comets and cherry blossoms, light, androgyny, ecstasy, mud and desire.
quickening
v.
To give or restore life to. Suggests the rousing or renewal of life, especially life that has been inert or suspended
n.
The initial signs of fetal life felt by the mother as a result of the movements by the fetus.
oh, man..maybe it’s this black one that’s my favorite…
