Tuesday, December 2, 2008

'Tis the Season for Origami Irish Elk



As someone who has difficulty making those tricky end folds while wrapping presents, I am blown away by former physicist Robert Lang, who creates amazing origami figures out of single, uncut sheets of paper. Although those big Irish Elk antlers don't look nearly heavy enough to cause extinction when they are made out of paper...
If you feel like going insane with paper-folding envy, check this out: http://www.langorigami.com/index.php4
His arthropods are particularly cool.

In love with A Personal Moon


I saw this photo of a light sculpture by Russian artists Leonid Tishkiv and Boris Bendikov over at one of my favorite blogs, "In the Labyrinth" by writer Midori Snyder http://www.msnyder.typepad.com/. I'm not usually drawn to sculpture or light installations, though something about these pieces connects with me and makes me think of growing up in the country, and those cold winter nights when I would have to go outside late in the evening to get wood for the woodstove. The woods around my home were so silent and cold, and the icy moon in the night sky seemed so close I hoped I could reach out and touch it. I love the magical qualities of their work. More of their pieces can be found here: http://kak.ru/columns/masterclass/a884/ , though sadly I don't speak enough Russian to understand the commentary about their process.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Farewell, Bleak November


I'm making our Christmas cards this year, and spent this morning working through some design ideas, finding text to accompany it, playing in paint and apparently, providing lots of amusement for the dog. It's dark and cold and rainy outside, and one of those days when we all just want to huddle around the stove and the teakettle. It would be a good day for soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and bread making and other wholesome, earthy things, but I think I'll take a little trip out into the woods, and see how the wilds are faring on this bleak November day.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

underwater dreaming

These two works are from the pastel collections of Chris Augusta, an artist from Maine who I saw at a demonstration workshop a few years ago. I was amazed at the way he was able to capture fish and birds in a few colorful strokes of the pastel chalks. There is something incredibly vibrant and alive about his pieces that doesn't quite translate onto the computer screen. I've been hoping he would have an exhibition sometime soon so I can feel inspired-- I'm thinking of doing a series of paintings about a nearby bay called "above and below", where I look at the same area of the bay from both perspectives. Seems like a fun approach to take to painting in winter. PK and I always start to get re-energized about our art around this time of year--with the garden frozen over and some vacation time looming, perhaps we'll be able to get some work done inside instead...in the meantime, I'll look at http://www.chrisaugusta.com/ to keep my motivation going...


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

monday's harvest


procrastinating

Tonight I'm trying to write too many different papers and projects, when all I want to do is snuggle into a basket of warm laundry and sleep.

print "Darks with Lights" by Ann Eldridge http://www.anneldridgeprints.com/index.html

Friday, October 10, 2008

guilt by (American) association

“A language is not just vocabulary and grammar...It’s a flash of the human spirit. It’s a vehicle through which the soul of a culture comes into the material world.”

This quote from Wade Davis resonates with me right now as I think about my students and the words they use to talk about their lives. In the same interview where I saw this quote (found here http://ascentmagazine.com/articles.aspx?articleID=59&page=read&subpage=past&issueID=19 ) Davis also mentions that more than half of the world's 6,000 languages are no longer actively spoken, and likely to become extinct during the current generation. What does this mean for the future of our planet and our cultural diversity? I've always felt of two minds whenever travelling somewhere different from my own world--I've been fascinated by what I encounter, by the exchange of stories and ideas, by the incredible commonalities in the human spirit that made me able to have a conversation with a woman on the side of the road in a desert in northern Kenya, despite the fact that neither of us knew the other's words. But along with that fascination and the desire to explore all that other cultures have to offer was the bleak knowledge that ours was an exchange, and I brought my own American image into the desert with me, and left behind an impression, and material goods, that contribute to the homogenization of globalized culture. I'm trying to reconcile how I feel about this.

I think a lot about language as a way to visualize the changes in world cultures; English is the result of merging of Anglo-Saxon and French, Latin and Old Norse, all these other languages that adapted over time. It's changing still, and we discard as many words a year as we add. If I don't feel too sad about losing the cadences of Elizabethan English, why should I feel sad when this merging happens on a worldwide scale?

I've developed a little academic crush on Wade Davis this month as I read his works on the concept of the Ethnosphere. He approaches the topic with a better grasp of globalization than I have right now, and a little less sentimentality... some of his thoughts can be found in this really interesting keynote speech for the Interinstitutional Consortium for Indigenous Knowledge http://www.ed.psu.edu/icik/2004Proceedings/section7-davis.pdf

And his zombie book is good too.

the last sunflower...


Saturday, October 4, 2008

overheard...

I was walking past a bus stop on campus the other day when I noticed a couple sitting together on the bench, having what appeared to be an animated conversation. The girl muttered something in a frosty tone, and by then I was close enough to hear the boy's reply.

"I told you I wasn't there. I remember because I was writing poetry that whole day."

Uh huh...I've heard that one before slick...