A Collaborative Art Project – From The Heart

Three Homes Art Project

Here is the story of how this image came into being.

Knowing that we will be leaving this home in a very short time to go to our new one, I invited my two dear friends to come over so we could create something.  This time I asked that they only bring themselves, no extra supplies or paints, just come as they are.  And they did.

In my stash of art stuff I found a board and asked Mark to cut it into three equal sections.  Then I put gesso on the rough surface.  I got out my paints and brushes, and put it all on my kitchen table. The pieces of board were placed next to each other tightly so that our painting would look like on large image.  (If you look carefully you can see the seams.)

Earlier that day I had the idea come to me that we had to create an image of some kind and that we could somehow collaborate to make it happen.  Other than that, I had no idea what we would do.

We gathered then and I began this project by making the outlines of three houses…very plain simple outlines with no windows or doors.  

Then the fun began.

Each of us took a turn with the paints, while the other two sat in the other room and did not watch.  Little by little we all added more lines, more color, more expression to this image of the three houses.  

We did this for three hours! Three hours! I knew that somehow we would know when we were done.  Finally, one of the gals said “I don’t know if I can add anything more.”  And I knew we had come to that point.

What surprised us was how each of us brought a bit of who we are to this project.  

The naturalist brought her love of nature and added the elements such as the trees and birds, and that bit of sunset over that mountain.

The spiritual director and teacher added some of the the structural details to each house. And those stepping stones that form a walk in front of all three places.

And with my brush I inserted the white, wispy curls of spirit that inhabit each place, the blue of the sky, green grass, mostly splashes of color.

We totally lost all track of time.  

How can I tell you what a beautiful experience this was?

I took this photo and then had three prints made of it, and now we each have one, along with our own section of the original project.   Something to hang in our homes and remember and cherish.

The hardest part of this?  

For a few days, it sat in my home, all the pieces together.  Today I had to separate them. 

 

The Basket ~ April Poetry

the gathering basket
The Basket
Fine strips of wood
In the hands of the artist
Held tightly, placed side by
side, crossed over,
Agile fingers placing each
one,
          Over and under
            Pull and tug, keep it just
so,
                             Again and again…and again…
Line by line
Piece by piece
Fitted together over and
under
The rhythm, the pattern
Finally becoming something
more…
           Shaping, stretching,
                           Again and again.
The places of stress
Where one piece intersects
with another
And where this wood wraps
around that,
Every little corner and
juncture
Adding just a bit more.
              Over and under
                              Pull and tug.
From the pattern of the
weaving
Something beautiful comes.
This vessel, this basket,
A tool to aid in gathering,
Gathering
               Over and over
                            Again and again…and again.
Just like us,
         Full of imperfections,
                With twists and turns, gaps
and lines,
                         Intersections and turnings
              Woven together
                        By The Artist.
                                                                                                   — Deborah L. Tisch, 4//9/14
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 It’s Day 9.  I think that’s important. Last fall, on Day 9 of National Novel Writing Month, I broke through something and my writing came easier after that.  Let’s hope the same happens this month.  See you tomorrow, same time, same station….

April Poetry – Cowboy

Fingerpainting


My dad has always had large hands
the hands of a hard working man,
crusted with oil and dirt,
covered with callouses.
My little girl hands
knew nothing about how to fingerpaint
except swirling large globs of color
around the page.
One day, I asked him to paint me a cowboy.
Those massive hands
took the colors and smeared them around.
And before my eyes
he took away some of the paint
and magically a cowboy came to life.
This. 
This masterpiece 
is still in my hands, 
which says so much
about the memory 
I hold in my heart.
Deborah L. Tisch, April 2014
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Twenty-two more days in April, and that means twenty-two more poems.  What was I thinking???  Sharing them here is keeping me on track, and once again, I have to say thank you for your kind words. 
 
 

What’s On My Worktable Today

Snow is flying outside, shovels and snow blowers are working everywhere, and yes, I could have given you yet another image of this snowstorm.  But no.  We’ve seen enough of that.

On my worktable for several days this little tree has been waiting for color.  It came to me in a nudge this morning just what she needed.  And here is my palette and the new look on this sort of flat sculpture.  The tree is dry wall compound on wood.  She looks really cool with no paint, all white and showing light and shadow, but I could not leave this alone.

So this is my little mess this morning.  I think there will be more creations similar to this in the very near future.

What do you do to feed your creative side?  Do you take an artist date now and then?  Do you create your own kind of art?  What kind of messes do you like to make?