I have started reading Sherry Turkle's latest book about loss of intimacy in our rush towards embracing machines and it has reminded me that I remain a squishy Luddite (someone who likes to curse new technologies but who learns reluctantly some of the new rules) who has a blog.
Why do this blog? For me, it is more of an organizational tool and a timid toe-in-the-water for exhibiting in the future. It is also a way to sort through ideas. I do like to type and am very good at it (I can keep up with things coming out of my brain). So this blog functions, in part, like an electronic sketch pad and journal. This way of thinking plays out in the production of my art "work," as well: intermittent explosions of creativity and color, always with an ear turned to the outer world of caregiving responsibilities.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Yesterday I saw two large pigs trotting down route 108 towards Newmarket. They looked happy to be out and about. Otherwise it has been a winter of (too much) snow, ice dams, shoveling, and time for more ruminating.
A woman's work, my needlepoint that has been in progress for over a year, is being shown here. It keeps evolving. I am also rethinking the oldest Irish girl project that includes my great-aunt Helen and myself and others. Finally, I am thinking about grasses and feathers and trying to achieve a feeling here, along with my signature love of color. These are in a very rudimentary stage.
A woman's work, my needlepoint that has been in progress for over a year, is being shown here. It keeps evolving. I am also rethinking the oldest Irish girl project that includes my great-aunt Helen and myself and others. Finally, I am thinking about grasses and feathers and trying to achieve a feeling here, along with my signature love of color. These are in a very rudimentary stage.
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