Years ago I enjoyed life as a couch-artist, which means I played around with art but didn’t do much more than keep it to myself. Granted, I participated in online art exchanges, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and some of my work has been in magazines, but I didn’t strive for galleries or selling it or anything like that. It was a personal project.
Making art books thrilled me. I did some exchanges with wonderful people and created an art book for inclusion at a juried exhibit at the Indianapolis Art Center where I won an award for Surface Design/Mixed Media. They loved my book and spoke excitedly of it during the pre-show tour, which flattered me (they didn’t know I was in the tour). Until my book, the Indianapolis Art Center had never had this kind of entry into their shows and it thrilled them.
I took the above photo on a late afternoon as the sun streamed through a window and lit the art books. The chiaroscuro caught me. The way the light played against the dark, along with the (intentional) battered-looking art books, created a stunning still life.
I don’t consider myself an artist. However, I’m getting the urge to return to making art. Especially art books.
My hats experiencing a New Year’s moment, albeit a little late!
That is all.
You can go back to your regularly scheduled normal January 4th activities.
(phew, thought they’d never leave)
Ah, yes. The bungalow in Irvington (suburb of Indianapolis). Bedroom. Bare bedroom light fixture right over my head. Why does this make me smile? (And it does!) All the light fixtures in the house allowed two light bulbs. However, all the light fixtures in the house only lit one of them. There was no point in putting in a second light bulb.
I lived in a state of perplexity while in the bungalow. How much do I dress it up and add to its value and thereby profiting the slumlord? And how much do I just let slide? I didn’t purchase ceiling lamp shades, as you can see. But I did buy a crystal lamp pull just for me. And when I left this wonderful/terrifying house, I took the lamp pulls with me.
Why do I have such fond memories of a home so apparently horrifying?
Do you know how it is to get your very first digital SLR camera and you want to explore all of its possibilities and one of those possibilities is abstract, night life photography? Well, that’s what I did.
Light! Sun light. Lamp light. Light reflected off the grasses. And light writing (photography). Where would we be without light?