“The human eye and brain together translate light into color. Light receptors within the eye transmit messages to the brain, which produces the familiar sensations of color.”
Imagine what it would be like to live without our brain and eye’s ability to translate light and color? Try to imagine something very colorful in black and white. It is an interesting brain exercise that just may spark some creativity in the way we perceive all sorts of things in our daily lives.
This is a great site to gain some understanding about how we see color.
the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity.
“nylon is excellent in wearability and resilience”
the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness.
I read last night that resilience is one of the best predictors of a successful life. How we handle getting knocked on our ass says a lot more about our character than anything else. I also read that resilience can be taught. We can get a handle on this skill even as adults. Cool huh? It isn’t one of those traits that is hard wired. If, when challenging things come our way we simply ask, “What can I learn from this?” It changes our whole story. We are on this planet as students—we have to keep seeking to understand ourselves, our family, friends and colleagues.
This painting was one I kept working and working on. I sanded too much. The shape was nothing like my sketch. It made me mad. I left it, but couldn’t leave it alone. I kept with it and I ended up finishing it with a waxy product I found buried in a drawer. In my studio this piece represents resilience to me. I will now be more mindful of asking my tribe and myself—What did you learn?
OK, whether you are a Libra or not it doesn’t matter. I am, or this wouldn’t be on my radar. Yes, the most important thing is indeed to find out what the most important thing is. The thought of long days of meditation or long walks in wild places sounds truly amazing and a very good practice. However…
I live in Burlington, VT in 2013 with three teenagers, my husband and our cat, Karen. There are lots of important things. Some of those important things like the nesting I did when my family was young I don’t care very much about anymore. I want to put my energy into the whatever is utilizing my talents best and fueling me as well. Ideally something that would allow a late afternoon nap of about 23 minutes would be great too. Perhaps the act of SEEKING is actually the m.i.t. We all have to figure this out ourselves and be open to the people, ideas, stories and signs that might get us closer to the big discovery. Good luck on your quest—wherever it takes you today.
Monday in my studio I heard a rattle at the bottom of my metal staircase. This is a “knock” from my dear friend, Funky Frank. He was coming up to show me his latest treasures. He had attended an auction in rural Vermont and found some “honeys” as he says. I didn’t get a photograph, but Funky Frank bought a Doctor’s bag in a fabulous black leather and he sold it to me for 5 bucks. I can study it to see the detail, construction and stitching techniques.
He also bought this unique necklace that I didn’t have any interest in, but he found it amusing and had presenting it to his very fancy ex-wife at a dinner recently. She chose to pass on the gift. Then, I followed him downstairs so I could see the really “honey” of the day—the metal horse. This object of art is so cool. The color was amazing. I could see all kinds of uses for it, but I have no space. If I had a loft with lots of room, I would’ve hung my necklaces over it or scarves or just placed it randomly in an empty corner. I unfortunately had to let the horse find another home.
Marshall Berman, professor, philosopher, author and defender of Modernism
Born 1940-He died September 11, 2013 in a diner in NYC.
I have only become aware of Marshall Berman this week. I wish I could say that I’ve read everything he’s written and did scholarly work about him and his ideas. I haven’t. I did however hear this quote about Modernism on NPRs “On The Media” program Sunday afternoon. I particularly like the line about “To be a modernist is to make oneself somehow at home in the maelstrom, to make its rhythms one’s own…” I know that I fight the world sometimes/often. Too loud. Too messy. Too cruel. However, to think about being a part of it and to make my own rhythm within seems like something to keep in mind. This is especially true when I get long stretches alone in my studio. To be modern in art is a great challenge…but finding one’s own rhythm—well, that opens some possibilities. This is what I worked on yesterday. A leather piece based on a quick sketch I do with an empty road heading into the great wide open.
“…To be modern, I said, is to experience personal and social life as a maelstrom, to find one’s world and oneself in perpetual disintegration and renewal, trouble and anguish, ambiguity and contradiction: to be part of a universe in which all that is solid melts into air. To be a modernist is to make oneself somehow at home in the maelstrom, to make its rhythms one’s own,…”
“Some people say they’re worried that a life without dread will lose its savor. I tell my students and people I know not to worry. If they just scrutinize their lives, they will find grounds for more than enough dread to keep them awake. While they’re up, they should seize the day and take a midnight walk.”
Last night I worked in my studio with my teenage son. He worked on a 3D sketch of a bag he wants to create. He wants to be an industrial designer. On New Year’s Day 2014 we will be hitting the button for his common application to get into one of the design schools he is interested in attending—Pratt, Rhode Island School of Design, Drexel and Mass Art. So now it is time to create a portfolio. I doubted his desire to do this kind of work until I saw him sew and carefully consider his project last night. He has a steady hand with the sewing machine and a really interesting design eye. Isn’t life interesting?
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
—John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
It is always a bittersweet time of year. The nights are getting cooler. The days are shorter. The fields are being gleaned. It doesn’t matter if we heat the kitchen up a bit to make some heartier fare. There is something beautiful about the change of the seasons and with it comes a little bit of sadness too.
I feel most like myself in cooler weather so I adore autumn. It is my most creative and productive time. Also, three of my favorite people, Marita, Jen and David have birthdays today. Happy Birthday! So have a fabulous last day of summer wherever your day takes you.