When looking at any form of art; humanity’s history is revealed. Fashion, architecture, politics, religion … it’s all there for one to see. From the Leang Sakapeo hand stencils, Rembrandt’s The Anatomy Lesson, Picasso’s Guernica, Rockwell’s The Problem We All Live With we are allowed a peek back in history – the good and bad. I read somewhere (can’t remember the author) that “Art is the signature of civilization.” #truth
I am in no way including myself with the above august company. But, I do love art – or better, creating. Grandma Lillian and my mother, Joan, instilled an innate need to create. Whether it be textile, paint, paper, metals, or wood — I think I’d wither if banned from experimenting or creating. My own children held a paintbrush as wee toddlers.
So, imagine my pleasant surprise as I came upon my teenaged “Pink Floyd–Led Z–J Tull–Leon R–Yes” angst artist days portfolio. (I think I was 16-18 years old when I sketched these pieces). I spent an afternoon reminiscing the 70’s…clothes, music, hairstyles, politics — it’s all there. “How weird,” my girls laughed.
Farrah Fawcett ‘do, LSD, counter-culture, civil rights, anti-war. Now? I’m an old Betty, sitting in my sweats, drinking hot tea. I took a few screenshots and packed it away again. Maybe when I’m in my doddering years (not there yet!) I’ll come across this time capsule portfolio again.
An old dining table was a freebie from a friend. I was using it for as a desk but, it is a perfect fit for my new sewing machine table. The vintage chalkboard followed me home from the school attic. I love it but, it takes up a LOT of wall space. I plan to cover and convert it into a quilt design wall.
The shelves (which reside behind the door) now only hold craft supplies, cleverly disguised in new and vintage baskets. The sewing nook (originally a closet) was tidied up. I keep a Brother Project Runway machine because it can sew over 100 different stitches — not that I use them all. My Juki only straight stitches and there are times I need to zigzig. 😉
I love to visit my school’s art room to see what the students are working on under the encouragement of our fantabulous art teacher. A recent project was painting ceiling tiles for the art room and hallways.
I’m ah-mazed at the vibrancy, depth and skill these young people displayed in their works. I just had to share a few close-ups of the tiles with you.
Can you recognize the budding Mondrian, Warhol or Lichtenstein?
I wonder if I can sweet talk a few into my classroom domain? 😉
Many years ago, with my young daughters in tow, the three of us scoured a favorite salvage/antique warehouse for treasures. We particularly liked this place because I did not have to worry about my girls rummaging through the piles of great stuff. It was always an adventure. One lucky day, we found this awesome stone maiden wall planter.
She is about 18″ tall and is made of heavy stone in the art nouveau style from 1890-1910. The dealer said she was part of a salvage shipment from England. Our lady has traveled around our home, but we think the best place is under the wild jasmine vine. In the spring, I trim back the vine so we can see her. She has weathered extreme heat and snowy winters, been home to many a bird nest and sanctuary to a tiny lizard. I love her enigmatic Mona Lisa smile.