Did I mention that it is Spring and that I adore Spring? This is a rainy Sunday, and the birds are loving it. I can't get into the garden yet, because the frost is still in the ground. So I'm in that relaxing place that's filled with anticipation.
So many birds are back at my feeders, that they are old friends come to stay for the summer or just passing through. The robins have been back for a month as are the starlings. The house sparrows (all year regulars) have been joined by song sparrows, house finches, cowbirds, red winged blackbirds, grackles, and blackbirds. The cross bills who overwintered with the cardinals, nuthatches, chickadees and mourning doves are now meeting with a lot of competition at the feeders. Yesterday I watched at least 15 starlings jostling each other to get into the bird bath. LOL.
My Willy is in a very high state of excitement at all the windows, following the action. At intervals he rushes out onto the veranda to improve his view. He even got out into the garden a few days ago, where he dashed around madly, climbed a tree and then came back to roll for me. He was easy to catch so I think his manic days are over and his affection for me is taking over. A great relief.
I spent yesterday at the art school glazing my torso sculpture for firing. I chose a cobalt blue because it's such a rich and robust colour. I had taken my head home to finish at my leisure. I had decided to polychrome the head in the style of ancient Egyptian sculpture, and I didn't want to encounter any resistance from the teacher. She is a wonderful teacher, with a lot of technical information, but her knowledge of sculpture and art history is woefully limited. When I took my painted head in yesterday she was shocked. She was particularly upset by the yellowish skin tones, which I had worked hard to achieve. I wanted to replicate the Egyptian palate. Only after a couple of my fellow students admired it, did Gail reevaluate her views a little. I'm taking Herbert Reed's "History of Sculpture", a book of Egyptian art, and a book on plastic sculpture techniques on Thursday. Time to open some eyes.
I have a real problem with the way art is taught today. In high school, there is absolutely no Art History taught at all and very little in Art colleges. The entire emphasis is on creativity. It's the result of Art being taught by "Crafters". My sculpture teacher is a potter by profession. A good potter mind you, but no sculptor. Still, I like her a lot and she gives us a lot of freedom. I'm profoundly grateful that she is teaching this class which has given me a chance to rediscover myself. I'm already signed up for the Spring semester. Oh happy day!
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.