I create therefore I am

Art portfolio- my work

I used to love rainy weather.

It has been raining for more than 48 hours.

We have been experiencing power cuts on and off for more than 4 hours at a time.

3 dogs , 1 cat and 2 small children.  The house is a mess.  I don’t mind.

What to do?  That is the question.  If my boys were older I would teach them the board game:  Monopoly or my favorite:  Chess, or knitting or something…

We could curl up in front of the fire place and read.

At their age we normally (when it rains) bake and cook up a storm (literally) but the oven was out of the question due to the lack of electricity.  So I made play dough on the gas stove- that was entertaining for about half an hour.

Then we build with Lego and wooden blocks, until the 22month old “S” started to crash into the towers and that made 4year old “E” crack up.  We played hide and seek.  We finger painted.  We groomed (cut finger nails etc.)

I find the 22month age group very difficult to entertain- leaving me feeling drained.

I wondered what my grandmother did.  She had 6 children.  Did they have electricity?  What did she do when it rained?  I wish I could ask her.

After a while I only wanted to curl up and loose myself in art- preparing for my upcoming show. I need to practice embroidery.

Embroidery on rubber- in progress.

I have some areas I am struggling with and need to focus.

Focus.

I am a mother because……?

I am an artist because…….?

I am a mother and an artist because?

Choices?

While I ponder this you can skip over to the lovely blog of Christian Mihai :

http://cristianmihai.net/2012/08/07/i-am-an-artist-because

and read his wonderful post:

I am an artist because…

He says:

Because I often find myself asking this simple question, “What’s the difference between a kid who always wanted to be a writer and a kid who always wanted to be a doctor? Or a sailor? Or an astronaut?”

I wonder what made me fall in love with Art?

Why does “E” love tractors so much, and why does he with all his heart wants to be a farmer?- I don’t believe its just a phase- he is too passionate about it.

What will ‘S’ be passionate about?  At the moment he loves pressing buttons, and being very physical- jumping, crashing, running etc.  He likes bugs as well.

Why do I feel so grumpy, frustrated, lost when I can’t create?

Christian Mihai goes on to say:

“Artists are guided by passion, by the need to create. And our emotions and dreams are amplified by our art. Whether a conscious decision or not, in order to be an artist, one has to create art.”

Yes!

Creation can be in the form of writing, cooking, playing, drawing, making music,  building etc.

I am an artist because I need to create

I am a mother because of those primal urges to be part of the creative act.

I am because of creation.

 

 

‘Bricolage’

Art portfolio- my work

My dear friend, Gavin, recently posted me a letter (via snail mail- oh I love snail mail!)  This “bricolage” of a letter contained a Photostat of a book he recently read:  The power of Limits”  I love the following bits and pieces from this Photostat and would like to share it with you…..

“There is a French word, ‘bricolage’, which means making do with material at hand:  a “bricoleur” is a kind of jack-of-all-trades or handyman who can fix anything.  In popular movies, the power of “bricolage” is symbolized by the resourceful hero who saves the world with a Swiss army knife (sounds like McGyver) and a couple of clever tricks.  The “bricoleur” is an artist of limits.

We see “bricolage” in small children, who will incorporate anything into their play – whatever piece of stuff is lying on the ground, whatever piece of information they picked up at breakfast.  Dreams and myths work in the same way; in dream-time we take whatever happened that day, bits and pieces of material and events, and transform them into the deep symbolism of our own personal mythology.

These magical acts of creation are analogous to pulling a large amount of rabbit from a small amount of hat.   As the greatest known form of magic, organic growth and evolution, the output is greater than the input.  There is a net gain of information, complexity, and richness.  “Bricolage” implies what mathematicians like to call ‘elegance,’ that is, such economy of statement that a single line of thought has a great many implications and outcomes.  In the same vein, Beethoven, writing of his favorite composer, Handel, felt that the measure of music is ‘producing great results from scant means.’  Beethoven crafted his own music, to an amazing extent, of nothing but scales……Antonio Stradivari made some of his most beautiful violins from a pile of broken, waterlogged oars he found on the docks of Venice one day.

In the same way, to a child’s imagination a twig is a man, a bridge, a telescope.  This transmutation through creative vision is the actual, day-to-day realization of alchemy.  In “bricolage”, we take the ordinary materials in our hands ant turn them into new living matter – the ‘green gold’ of the alchemists.  The fulcrum of the transformation is mind at play, having nothing to gain and nothing to lose, working and playing around the limits and resistances of the tools we hold in our hands……

The artistic attitude, which always involves a healthy dose of “bricolage” frees us to see the possibilities before us’ then we can take an ordinary instrument and make it extraordinary.”

The power of limits, Free play pg 86

So lately the ‘muse’ called Bricolage came for a visit, and here is an attempt, still in progress….

contestant nr 1 (in progress)