I am currently working with Tim Pigott-Smith and he arranged an early entrance this morning into the Picasso Sculpture exhibit currently on display at Moma. To say I was inspired is an understatement. The first sculptures begin around 1902 when Picasso would have been about 21. Nothing there is very surprising, you see a young artist experimenting with a new medium. Then you go into the next room and chuckle at the fact that he's trying things out in cardboard and then when he transfers the design to metal he is a bit stuck because he doesn't know how to weld. To join the pieces together he uses metal wire as the strings of the guitar and actually 'sews' the metal together.
As you enter the next room you learn that he has been commissioned to create a monument to Apollinaire. He arranges to study with a metal smith and learns the technique of welding and joining metal. He then creates, first in miniature and then finally a massive piece that is currently outside in the sculpture garden. He's now in his late 40s.
During the war years 1939-1945, when bronze was scarce he utilized found objects. This is when the exhibit really came alive for me. He would find things on the street as he walked to the studio and could somehow SEE things that weren't there - YET! A bicycle seat and handlebars become a bull's head. A napkin becomes a dog. The head of a shovel becomes the feathers of a crane.
Over and over again I would look closely at these sculptures and wonder how one became the other. How do you look past the reality of what it is and pull together all the pieces to make it what it can be. I can only imagine his studio being cluttered with all the things we see as junk and what he saw as a wing, a finger, hair, an eye.
Where is our imagination and what keeps it behind these imaginary bars. I envision my imagination behind bars because I really think it's there and sometimes I feel like it's just out of my grasp but that something is keeping it at bay. What are those bars made of? How do we tear them down and what happens then?
Of course the obvious fear is that my tendency to pull things out of the trash will become a real problem. :)
It cracks me up to go in to my blog and see that I write consistently - once a year! There is something about the end of the year that pulls me back here but something that always slips by the wayside during the hustle and bustle of the year. That and exercising. My doctor says I have to get some cardiovascular exercise incorporated into my routine and with firsthand experience of how precious good health is I am going to try in ernest to actually pull that off. As for blogging regularly - who's to say.
This year I am closing out my time in the studio with a big sale. And I have enlisted the help of an amazing social media guru to help me do it. I'll be honest, it feels foreign to 'put' my work out there in this way but it's a business and a business needs to be run! So I take the advice, I stretch my comfort limits and I pave a new road wondering where it will lead come this time next year.
For the new year I have hopes to be more specific in my craft, to focus on design first - followed by construction: mindfulness design. So often I work opposite that path. I pick up a rock, toss it back and forth in my hands, put it down, pick it up and go from there. It has given me lots of interesting pieces but maybe it's time to find a clearer view of what I create?
And in the bigger picture - may we find a way to harmonize with all that is around us, find beauty in the simplest things, be grateful for all we are given and happy in our hearts for all the ways we are blessed.
Happy Holidays and here's to 2016 !!!
I started my journey into jewelry making in 2005 while I was working in the Berkshires in Massachusetts, an area inundated with amazing artisans. I started with glass, which led to silver, which led to inlay, which led to joy.