Sunday, October 17, 2010

Happy List For Jordie Lindsey

1. Finding a Bible verse that makes my heart leap
2. The smiling faces of my siblings
3. My sketchbook, filled with ideas, inspirational images, and quotes
4. The morning fog, accompanied with a warm drink
5. Successfully, baking something wonderful from scratch
6. Goosebumps of excitement that tickle my arm
7.  My school's art studio
8. Creating mixed media art
9. Thick, (sometimes loose) sweaters for fall and winter
(usually Adam's)
10. Feathers and Sea Shells
11. Furry, purring, cuddly kitties in my lap
12. The feeling of warmth, inside my clothes or under my covers,
on a day or night that's brisk 
13. Letters from loved ones
14. My quiet time with the Lord
15. Encouraging my fellow sisters and brothers in Christ
16. Day dreaming
17. The feeling that rises in my chest when I hold a paint brush in my hand
18. Old Movies
19. Laughing until I can't talk, but try to talk anyways
20. Unexpected moments with a friend or family member, when they
walk into my heart for just a moment and
lift me up, 
when I was denying the presence down trodden spirit.
(which humbles me, as I think there is a touch of pride in my heart
when I seek deny my down cast heart, so as to appear that
I have myself in order)

Monday, October 04, 2010

Abandon Expectations

I feel choked.
Art is not wanting to happen for me,
and I feel devistated
and well just plain ol' sad. 

I made yesterday my ALL day art day,
to work on my next project for 
art class. Nothing was 
what I had envisioned, and not
what I desperately wanted to do! 
I prayed while I shaded,
painted, sanded,
ripped, and rubber cemented. 
Somehow, God is showing me something through this.
I don't know what it is yet.
Maybe, to abandon
expectations of my self, 
grade wise.
I confess that as I was buried in every
art supply that I own,
I was thinking about what would get me a 
good grade, and not the 
art itself. 
Sad.
Hopefully, after I drop these expectations,
I will do better.

I need Inspiration. 

Friday, September 10, 2010

Pigeon Feather Beauty


“Beauty can be about a problem; something that repels you or makes you question the status quo” (Kate MccGwire, Author’s Statement). This quote rings true to London, England artist Kate MccGwire, and her artwork, in the most genuine sense. Her artwork both startles and awes you, pulls you in and pushes you back, and above all, fills you with wonderment and disbelief. Kate takes nature at it’s best, as well as at it’s worst, and transforms it into a piece of artwork unlike any other. She proves that artistic materials can be found in the most unlikely of situations, as a result of the most unlikely of sources.
Most artwork begins with gaining inspiration from somewhere, something, or someone. A spark flies, ignites, and explodes in the mind of an artist in a way that seems supernatural. Supernatural- to the potential degree of eeriness. It is a mystery that will forever baffle the minds of spectators, researchers, critics, fellow artists, as well as the artist him or herself. For Kate MccGwire, inspiration comes in a few different forms. Most of her inspiration comes from somewhat classic and expected sources. That is not to say that she doesn’t have her quirk in the aspect of inspiration. Kate finds inspiration in the beauty of nature and the artistic notions of the abject. However, the strangest and most unfathomable source of inspiration for Kate is in Sigmund Freud’s Unheimlich (meaning The Uncanny or Un-homely).
Sigmund Freud’s Unheimlich is an essay about things and situations that are uncanny, hidden, and repetitious to human kind. Wikipedia sums up The Uncanny in an accurate yet short and sweet definition,” The Uncanny reminds us of our own ID, our hidden, thus repressed impulses perceived as a threatening force by our super-ego, ridden with oedipal guilt as it fears symbolic castration by punishment for deviating from societal norms.” True to The Uncanny, Kate takes a link in the chain of social norm, in this case a link of aversion, and breaks free of that repression.
The way in which Kate’s inspiration and the end result of her artwork coincide is flawless. She takes the feathers of pigeons, birds that are frowned upon by society, referred to as “flying rats”, and turns them into something beautiful and clean. Using pigeon feathers for art, and in the quantity in which she uses them, is indeed an uncanny thing to do. This, however, provokes and heightens the eyes and senses of spectators, bringing them to a wholly new level of art. She takes the molting of a “filthy” bird and turns it into something striking and seemingly out of this world.
Kate MccGwire is an artist who works, lives, and breathes patience. In an interview with Juxtapoz Magazine, Kate revealed that the process of collecting the materials for her creations takes months, even years, to attain. She also told Juxtapoz that, over a course of three years, she went from collecting feathers in the parks of London, to calling up pigeon racers for molten feathers, to regularly receiving envelopes full of feathers from over two hundred people. Even receiving envelopes, full to the point of combustion, doesn’t speed up the procedure of collecting material. As if the process of finding and gaining enough feathers, just to start a piece wasn’t long enough, her process of design and formation take months as well. However, time is not of the essence to MccGwire.
Kate states that her pieces,” Evolve intuitively as if out of the subconscious” (Author’s statement, website). Allowing her work to both breathe and develop, with no true expectation, she takes her time to gather, collate, re-use, layer, burn, reveal, locate, question, duplicate, play, and photograph. There is no rush or self-made dead line for MccGwire. Just pure art being created in the quiet simplicity of patience.
Her artwork both denies society’s idea of cleanliness and beauty, and re-defines it. She takes the refuse of a bird that is socially accepted as disgusting and creates wonder. What’s more, she has society joining in to her denial and re-definition; people send her pigeon feathers, gathered by their own hands. Thus, causing people to question the status quo and let go of the norm to be repelled.




Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Fallow and Fruitful: The Torture of Art

There are artists that just touch your 
creative desires and, to an extent, touch your soul.
They get to you in a 
way that you never knew possible. 
Suddenly, and all at once, 
you are pulling out every art supply you own, trying
to incorporate the movement in their art, in yours. 
Hopefully, with your individual style and without down right
plagiarizing their work.

What is it? The need to create art...?
The innate need to create happens at the weirdest times,
and goes fallow during a time
you NEED to have a piece done for an art class, 
or when you are yearning to
create something, but have absolutely no inspiration.

I feel as though I am slowly emerging from my time of
fallowness in inspiration and ability.
And I know how it began.
Over this past weekend, during my quiet time with the Lord,
I asked Him to help me.
I felt so discouraged in so many ways. One of the ways in which
I felt discouraged was, the 
fact that I want to be an artist but haven't been able to
produce a single piece of art work.

I prayed that He would always be within my ability of art, and
that I would glorify Him through 
each of my creations. As well as that I would 
be reminded daily that
my ability in the artistic world (if indeed I do have that ability)
is not my own ability, but His.
That He only chose to bestow it upon me to better
serve Him and His plan.
After all, look at his creations! He is truly
the master artist.

Bridgette Guerzon Mills: Mixed Media Artist
Title: Forever Constant


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Did I Tell You?!?

*drum roll*


Kombucha is back!!!


I was EVEN in the local health food store, 
when they unpacked it.
How lucky is that?! 
The guy unpacking it was so nice. He opened up the
box with the flavor I wanted,
and let me
have the privilege of being the first to purchase
(and drink, since I just couldn't wait to drink it the car)
 a bottle from their first shipment, 
since that whole scenario went down.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Have A Lovely Day



I am wishing you all a lovely day, filled with beauty and
breath-taking discoveries like
these gorgeous flowers.
(I wish I knew what the name of this flower is. If anyone knows, 
leave me a comment telling me! I'd love to know).

Also, a quick little quote:

art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
— twyla thorp

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Book Love

Today, I feel like posting, but have nothing of interest to say. 
SO, I've decided to post a little list of 
books that I adore:

1. Jane Eyre* 
(mostly depressing but ends lovely)
2. Freckles
(endearing all around)
3. The Notebook*
(love love)
4. The Invisible Man
(brother love)
5. The Giver Trilogy
(read it for school but loved it still)
6. Northanger Abbey
(Love Austen)
7. Crown Duel*
(total nerd reading but love)
8. The Princess Bride
(love the movie, but the book is even better)
9. Twilight*
(not a die hard fan but I loved them and the movies)
10. Peter Pan
(classic)

* = read more than once

I spose that's good enough for now... I have read a lot 
but for some reason my mind has gone a bit
blank.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Now is...


Now is a time for a cuddly kitty friend, and I have none. Now is
the time for tea and silence with my Lord, but
stress is prevalent. 
Now is the time to cuddle in bed wearing your sweet's 
sweater, but its not time for bed yet.
Now is the time to get lost in a good book, but 
thoughts keep your attention elsewhere.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

French Toast With Louis Armstrong

This morning, I made the kids French Toast 
(and coffee for Jake [brother] and myself)
to the rich, soothing voices of Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, 
Harry Connick Jr., and Jelly Roll Morton. 





Thursday, July 29, 2010

Sleepless In Seattle

I love this movie. I love laying in bed at night with a cup of tea, and 
placing my complete, undivided attention on this
movie. Watching for all the little details
that make it just that much better. Be it an ever so slight, whimsical facial expression,
or noticing all of Annie's (Meg's) different shoes throughout the
movie. I know it sounds silly. 


There are very few movies that I can and do, do this with. 
And, even though the clothing style of this movie
dates back to the early 90's, I still adore it:
the loose fishtail braids
the dresses
the generally (overall) sweet look...
I guess that there is something to be said for the people who never
progress past their childhood era (or the era of some pivotal
point in their life). Like those
people with mullets, acid wash jeans
and tattered t-shirts, who are (obviously) stuck in the 80's.
Perhaps, I will always find something attractive about the clothing during 
the early 90's era. 

More than that, I think that I just adore Meg Ryan. 
"You've Got Mail" & "When Harry Met Sally" & "French Kiss" are three more
of my favorite Meg Ryan movies.
(though I think that Sleepless and You've Got Mail rise a little more
above Harry + Sally and French Kiss. Maybe because I wasn't allowed to be acquainted 
with those two until I was 14 or 15. 
The sweet spot in my heart is more
toward the other two. However, this does not diminish the fact that 
I still like Harry + Sally and French Kiss. 
They just aren't as old of friends as Sleepless and You've Got Mail).

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Well, that brand of kombucha was a fail. 
The taste wasn't as glorious
as I had hoped. Nor were the effects. And--there was absolutely no fizzy!
I found that the taste actually made me nauseated.
I dunno. 
Maybe I Am just spoilt by the GT brand. I hope hope HOPE that they will once
again have a spot on the shelves of the local health food stores.

Kombucha


Well, my stomach has been somewhat of a mess. I have been
in somewhat a tizzy with the fact
that the FDA took the GT Kombucha brand of Kombucha
(the bottle with the pretty flower at the top)
off the shelves do to Lindsey Lohan using it as a cover up to her addiction to
alcohol. I don't know how much
of what the tabloids say is true... One thing I do know, is that I am very put out by
the recent inability for anyone to purchase this 
wonderfully healthy (and soothingly fizzy) drink. I was at a loss of what to do for my
poor stomach for the last month

Until-- today when, with my brother in tow, I ventured into Lassens to 
see if it were really gone for good.
I found this little pretty in its former place! So now, the slogan for 
upset tummies in need of the lovely fizziness of Kombucha, is this bottle; A bird replaced for a
flower. I have yet to taste it. I hope that it
will be just as good and helpful as its recent competitor. 
Here are the beautiful flavors:
-mango
-pomegranate
-chai tea
-blood orange (made my mouth water)
-ginger
-raspberry
-peach
-lemon ginger

(I think that there might have been another flavor or two, but I cannot remember. 
After all, I was only in there for a few minutes).

Friday, July 23, 2010

She

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the
faintest scent of a 
cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to
pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through, and away she
flew.

-Jerry Spinelli

Thursday, July 22, 2010

A sea of paper and book binding and letters


Right now I am sitting in the cafe of an endless sea of books. I admit that I am
slightly overwhelmed by all the reading possibilities.
I am quite certain that my husband will only have to worry about one
spending problem... books (and maybe the occasional
dress) Our home will be and have the best
library around.
Though, somehow, I don't think that 
he will mind. As I am quite certain that he will love 
books too (and that
means buying them just as much as me).

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


Love Affair



I want to live in a place where I can ride my bike from place to place. It seems so fitting (since where ever I live will be by the beach) to ride a bike to and from place to place. I firmly believe that such a form of traveling would evoke a love affair with the bike. All I'd ever want to do, is ride my bike places. Being in a car, I'm sure, would be like being stuffed into a guilded cage. 
To me, riding a bike seems like it would be enchanting in a way that I don't quite understand just yet. That is, until I have a bike of my own. I can just imagine the wind in my face, the sunshine falling softy on my shoulders, and the feeling of freedom swelling in my chest. 
SLO would be a perfect place for such form of transportation. I'm sure SD would as well as AG.
Ahh, I so want a beach cruiser. Haha