This is a truly long overdue post, on a wonderful artist! Anne Arden McDonald lives in Brooklyn and works in a variety of media, including photography, sculpture, drawing, and installation work. She is best known for her 'self portrait' series that reflect her interest in installation and performance. Her photos evoke feelings of space, quiet, and mystery... One cannot help but wonder about the spots chosen and her position within... Anne also has created delightfully composed 'watch cases' using her own photos and found objects, showing us pieces of stories within glass. In February she wrote me: "I've been working on making cyanotypes--little dresses made of fabric and lace and leaves and paper, contact printed into cyanotypes". Little dresses that become yet another canvas for her mysterious photos and techniques. I am also in love with her line of Jewelry, organic found pieces of nature cast into rings and earrings.
Now she is working on an installation out on Governor's Island and LOOKING FOR FABRIC THAT'S FALLING APART TO BUILD A GIANT DRESS, WHITE OR CREAM, SOLID OR WITH LIGHT PATTERNS - STAINS ARE FINE - ANY MATERIAL - FANCY OR PLAIN. Here is an opportunity for you to contribute to a wonderful artists work while cleaning out your closets! If you are able to help Anne, please CONTACT HER HERE! Best of Luck Anne, and we look forward to seeing your project in its completion!!!
There is something otherworldly and moody about good polaroid photography. Sarah Moon is truly an “Impressionist photographer” of the highest caliber! Her photos invite us to look within ourselves and discover what she shows us... a phantasmagoric vision of the world that makes me think of fairy tales...! (suggested via Dans le grenier de ma vie...)
I've been feeling blue the last couple of days, no reason just a mood... So this morning when I found THIS POST I felt inspired to make my own 'wishing for summer' list... and perhaps turn my blues into pinks...
Hoping for summer...
~ having tea with the mockingbird who sings at 1:00 in the morning in our neighbors tree
~ dipping my toes in a cool clear stream
~ flying my kite with the seagulls at the coast
~ cherry tarts and lemonade floats under the apple tree
~ watching the sunrise while drinking dew-drop wine in my pj's
~ having a Mid-summer's Masked ball in the garden
~ wearing old lace dresses with flower ribbons
~ laying so quietly in the sun that the butterflies kiss my cheeks
~ hearing the laughter of children as they play hide and seek
~ making rose petal cupcakes
~ swimming underwater and listening to the silence
~ skipping with a dear friend down an old twisted path
~ finding tattered and torn treasures and wearing them
~ creating fairytales under the shadow of great mountains
~ drawing wildflower bouquets
Care to join me? What do you wish for???
(Photos from the breathtakingly beautiful blog Au fil de...)
I am no stranger to Depression... The black demons have haunted my life ever since I can remember. Fortunately anti-depressant drugs help smooth the roughest edges, but there are still days that I wish I could dig a deep hole and hide. Years ago, I seldom told anyone, often just slipping off alone for weeks at a time. Now I am more willing to share, especially as I discover more and more women (many of us menopausal) who also deal with these same demons...
I am slowly compiling a list of 'things that help', that have nothing to do with illegal drugs, and everything to do with bringing me back from the shadows of life. Nothing profound here, simply things that work for me...
*Having a loving Husband and Daughter has helped, as has a wonderful circle of close friends.
*Being in the sunshine (especially during the winter) and feeling warm.
*Listening to classical music with my eyes closed.
*Pushing through a project, even when I don't feel like doing anything.
*Browsing my books of favorite images.
*Walking outside, when the weather is good, and breathing deeply.
I would love to hear how you deal with these same demons, and if you have anything to add to my list. Perhaps if we all work together, we can find light at the end of our tunnels...