I started this blog a week ago, when I found that I had scheduled two events for the same day. I am usually so careful about my calendar of events, for some reason it is now becoming a worrisome condition. Way back in the early summer, I scheduled a drum making class as a creative event for "Getaway Weekends" in Yellow Springs, Ohio. If someone wants to schedule something this weekend, they are offered several choices of planned events they can register for, making a drum was such a class. I could have one person sign up or ten. As yet, September 27, no one has signed up for a drum making class.
Later in the summer I was honored to be ask if I wanted to participate in the Yellow Spring Artist Studio Tour, by being a guest of an already established studio artist. There are many artists in and around Yellow Springs and the studios are opened to visit with the artist, see the space they work in and even learn about an art form you might not have understood. I was invited to set my booth up at her home and be the second artist on site. I would possibly demonstrate some gourd work and offer my gourds for sale. What an exciting event for me to do, I accepted this offer gleefully, totally forgetting about the Drum Making class for the Getaway Weekend.
Before discovering my mistake in scheduling these two events, I also sent dates to our Village Artisans schedule fairy. I ask for early in the month dates to work at the Village Artisan co-op, the end of the month was already pretty full. You'll never guess what date I said would work fine? Yes, yes, the sixteenth! And so I am scheduled to work in the shop on the sixteenth as well as the drum making class and the studio tour. I am working to find someone who will trade work days with me.
I juggled the other conflict by offering the gourd drum making class on the sixteenth between 8AM to 11AM and then off to the YS Artist Studio Tour to demonstrate in my booth from 11AM to 6PM. Things can be juggled around, if we remain flexible. Seriously, I think my need to be flexible is being stretched to the maximum.
I'm also wondering what the number sixteen means..............
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The first worst job is cleaning the mold from the outside before you can open the gourd and clean the inside. Washing the mold is dirty and messy and requires old clothes, a good pot scrubber and lots of water. It is all part of the process and when these two things are finished I can enjoy the next steps to creating. Then I can become the artist and stop being the laborer.
When I work on cleaning the inside of the gourds, my mind wanders, I listen the the music in the Cd player, it is most always flute music. I think about the performers playing for me in the studio, I have met so many of them, enjoyed their classes, gone to their concerts. It amazes me the journey the gourds have taken me on, a totally unexpected journey. Then I remember all the amazing people I have come to know because of gourds. My gourd supplier, my faithful collectors and the other admirers of my work, they all make me smile.
I started going to Fine Art Shows, selling my gourds because I couldn't stop making them, I knew I couldn't keep them all! I was then exposed to the sound of the Native American flute during this time. Then my gourds started changing, I stopped fighting my desire to do designs from the southwest, I started listening to my heart now. I often ponder when everything in my life started to change. I have been making gourd art for eleven years now, I am hoping to give an inventory number to my two thousandth gourd before November! That doesn't count the many Santa's and Snowmen made, the ornaments and necklaces. I only number the things that are my original designs and big enough to be considered collectible. I rarely make Santa's or snowmen now, it just doesn't feel right.
Now I am wondering why I am writing a blog, I have gourds waiting!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Our little country road becomes a major route for big tractors, combines, headers being towed by farm trucks, giant wagons and semi's hauling corn from the fields to our neighbors bins. The quiet and tranquil place we live might as well be next to a four lane highway with all the farm traffic. It goes long after dark. Big semi's rush past our house, their lights light up the night unexpectedly. The hustle and bustle of the season is in full swing.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
We have a "gator" in the back yard. It's green and can move fast if you are being chased. Not many of my friends have needed to be chased, but many love to catch a ride on the gator! Well, maybe you have figured out that I'm not talking about an animal that lives in watery swamp lands in our back yard. It is a motorized, two seated vehicle with a dump bed behind the seats. It is a very handy farm tool for hauling the twigs picked up in the yard, taking hay to the field for the horses and for taking sleeping bags and dogs to the tipi!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Accomplishments are in the eyes of the beholder. My wonderful husband could walk in the door this very moment and find me at the computer and think I've done nothing all day. You see, I was also here this morning when he left. Some things have happened today, I went to an early lunch with a sweet friend. We must have talked for two hours.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Sometimes things just have a way of getting away from me. I go along day to day, getting lost in my own world. That world changes from friends and family, to flutes, painting and gourds. Of course, there are other things that also steal my time, things less obvious. For instance, normal daily things like laundry, cleaning, watering flowers, computer time and mowing. Then there are things in which you have no control, a much needed nap in the tipi, wonderful friends that stop by to visit or a long needed phone call with a far off friend. I love that these things happen and I am open to all the possibilities. Yes, I love it all and I need it all!
Suddenly I realize it is September and I have so much to do, I could be overwhelmed quickly and could easily panic. I haven't done nearly enough gourd work this summer. I really would like to put some new pieces in Village Artisans, give my display some new energy for the fall season! I also need to work toward my eighth annual Wild Gourd Studio open house in November! More gourds to replace some that have sold this summer show season. Plus, I have two shows coming up that I'd like to do some special pieces for. One show is related to the Yellow Springs Studio Art Tour. I will be a guest artist of my friend, Kathy Moulton. My booth will be set up at her house during the Yellow Springs Studio Tours. So anyone coming to participate in the studios tours this year will see two artists at each stop! I also will be doing a show in Eureka Springs, AR over Thanksgiving weekend. I'd love to get new work done for all of these events!
There is also another project that I am working on that requires me to paint. I am still not ready to announce this project, it is still in the infant stages of development and is just getting off the ground. I hope to share more very soon, just know that it will take more thoughtful painting than just "playing" with acrylic paint on a canvas!
So why am I sitting here in front of the computer, writing a blog? I think I have an answer to that. I have this other side of me that requires me to write. Actually, it is a good thing, writing helps me process things, gets it in some order and helps me organize my brain with these fast moving thoughts. It helps me to slow down the racing ideas in my head and focus on particular thoughts, this clears the way for more stuff to race around. It is not unlike cleaning a closet. Neatly folding and hanging things, creating some order, low and behold, there is a lot more room now for more stuff! Woohoo! If only I could really get my closets clean!
I'm now focused and heading to the studio, gourds are calling my name!!!!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Yesterday we had a gathering of the Massie Creek Flute Circle. September surprised us with a very chilly morning and a good breeze. I start the morning setting the chairs and tables up for my flute friends. Getting the big drum out and my flutes and prepared the area with my own little ceremony.
I was ready, or so I thought. As my friends gathered under the shade of the trees, the breeze seemed to pick up. I am shocked at the difference a week makes. The weekend before we were sweating in ninety plus temperatures! Today it's in the sixties. The sky was clear and then the big fluffy clouds move through. No warmth coming from the sun this flute circle meeting! I started gathering fleece throws and other blankets for people to cover themselves as we sat in the yard. Fingers were cold and flutes lost their voices to the breeze. We persisted, we are truly harden flute aholics!
A particularly large group gathered today, I think everyone needed to connect again. After last weekends experience at Sunwatch, we were all a little lonesome for our little flute community to be in touch. To share their new flutes and the songs those flutes have given, to tell their stories and to just be connected again.
My favorite part of the day dealt with everyone sharing the beginning of their journey with the flute. Many stories were new to me, some brought tears to my eyes. Again I feel we have been blessed. We are all on a road that was a little unexpected, a turning point that totally has changed the direction of our lives. Often we think our story is uniquely individual and we learn again our stories are so similar. Each person that shared was sure it was only the beginning of their flute journey, there is more in their future. We are a family of flute people, traveling a path together with love, acceptance and the gift of music from our beautiful Native American style flutes!