I found this very fine definition for 'content' while I was cleaning my house. I'm sharing (again):
"Content is that which a work betrays but does not parade."
-Erwin Panofsky (from 'Meaning in the Visual Arts')
by this video. (the music player is at the bottom of the page, just hit pause. sorry.)
I got a little short of breath when I watched it again after not seeing it for months. Whew! Yeah, this is a really good dance show, Mia Michaels is the fabulous choreographer, and these are two tremendously powerful dancers. Throw in a good song, and it's a little slice of perfection ala mode.
I wish I were younger and could go back again and be a dancer, I love it so much. Movement in general is intriguing to me; the way a body, or different bodies move. That's fascinating to me. And so much can be projected in a dance, in a body motion. That's why I paint the figure, folks.
I took a photo that I like. If you know anything about me and photos....well, we aren't the best of friends. It is difficult for me to work those contraptions (cameras) and it always has been. I don't know why, but I find myself lacking in that department severely. I can barely take photos of my work because everything I make is so freakin' shiny. Or even worse, a mixture of matte and gloss. Horrible to shoot, so I'm very hard on myself with photos. Everything has to be edited, but that I am a whiz at.
It is so unedited ya'll! Untouched and perfect, and I took the photo...WOOOOOOOOoooooooo.
The third in this series subtitled 'Loaded', features the words 'nein lives' (I adore word plays and puns) written at the top, and a half-cat, half-deer for the animal subject matter. Hopefully that reads to the eye. I also spent some time thinking of hearts as weapons....and how that is possibly true for mine, at least. Don't want that thing going off!
So in essence, I have likened my own heart to that of a loaded gun....and then gave said 'loaded gun' away, only to be promptly turned back on me...*BANG* Well, that was a big part of my internal musings, at the very least.
Yeah, so here it is: Deer Hart (Dear Heart)-Loaded
That I found on the net today which also include yours truly. These are kind of fun, and the dude who set up the site got the general idea from StoryCorps. If you're not familiar with StoryCorps, it's a really great, travelling, archive of stories....ANY kind. People record their personal triumphs and tragedies, and memories, so that they can share them forever. I have seen/heard some of the greatest stories on that website... I was crying in the library at school and everything. It's a real well of humanity, it is.
Anyway, this is a take-off on that involving some MIAD students and faculty from a few years back. Ah, and one is all about guilt/regret, the other about flatulence ( I'm awesome). So I have two snippets (Shana Goetsch) just hit the play buttons on the page. Also, you'll need the volume on maximum.
Please visit the StoryCorps page as well. It's well worth your time, I promise.
I thought I was out of ideas for my Deer Hart (Dear Heart) series for a minute there. It was really only a minute though, because then I thought of two new ideas within the space of the next five. My creativity is running fast and furious lately. I'll take it. So it looks as if I will have at least five works so far, and there could be more to come.
Hopefully, I will get photos of the third piece in the series tomorrow morning, edit them tomorrow night...all day long, I'm techin' yer photos.*
*I'm a photo lab tech by day, for the time being...
I can't enough of magenta. For real. I've noticed a very distinct pallette change in my work in the last month or so. It's kind of exciting because it's brighter now. I only want magenta, and orange, and gold, and aqua. No green, I'm over it! I feel the need for more bright, luscious, colors in my pieces at this point. I want colors that are bursting. I'm still loving my red, but it's a brighter, lighter, red now.
The best thing about my habitual depression is that I always can't freaking wait to paint. It's like a really satisfying itch. It's why I'm always hesitant to seek professional (mental) help...I think I'll 'lose' the ability to paint, and think as I do. Which truthfully, is a huge deal for me. But I always go back to that old saying, 'it's about the journey, not the destination', and so then I think about how far I've come, and how bad it could be...and I'm satisfied because I did it FOR myself. And that really makes it all cyclical, and means that I do use my art for the purpose of healing. I found a way when I hadn't another available.
So I think that's cool, and I'm kind of proud that I can channel emotion into things, and make that/them/myself productive. Score one for emotional me! That part of me....'she' is really, really, good to me in that way. She's always taking one for the team, so to speak. I should remember to watch over her more, as she's so sensitive, and shy, and young. Perhaps it was she, who changed my pallette on me then? Twinky...she's always been so precocious!*
*Twinky was the nickname my mother had for me.
Mother, where are you?
I looked for you, but you were gone.
Mother, who are you?
I just listened to your favorite song.
Mother, where are you?
I feel like I do not belong.
Mother, who are you?
I haven't known you in so very long.
Shana R. Goetsch 2000
I'm going to start a new 'Mom Painting'. Probably today, since it feels like a fresh wound every autumn, come November. The painting/found object piece 'Golden' is finished and drying. And everything is right on schedule.