Sunday, March 3, 2019
And what amazing discoveries I make along the way. So far with the Tibetan construction, I have learned how to: make a tiny tile floor out of polymer clay, a pattern in Unicorn Spit with a paper towel, make little figures out of three clay rolls and sculpt a Buddha head. Below and in the next post, there are pictures of successful golden fishes sculptures and the collapse of clay columns in the oven.
As an artist, I always feared sculpting. Not that these are ready for prime time, but the activity itself, at least with polymer clay, is so forgiving and quickly rewarding. With clay clay, you're working with cold mud. And water. Very messy. And your hands are always cold. And wet.
I made all the first Buddha heads in my living room in front of the fire on my tiny lap desk and a tiny tray of tools. Although the light is not ideal for tiny sculpting I can easily make forms and shapes and do the detailing later at my well-lit workbench.
I have designed art using the Tibetan Golden Fishes of Prosperity before, but these are the tiniest. I covered the 1x1x9 inch posts with sheets of polymer clay, thinking that the golden fishes would attach well, which they did.
It took quite a long time to condition the white clay, roll out the sheets and wrap them around the posts, and even longer to make 16 pairs of golden fishes to perch on the post corners.
Now that I look at this picture, the first unbaked column with the fishes dwarfs the Buddha head inside. I can see I've got some scale to work out. But the fishes are beautiful and so, I continue to make and attach them to the columns of clay.
I made all sixteen pairs, attached them to the columns and perched them on stands to harden the clay in the oven.
In high school, I excelled at Industrial Arts, taught by a Dominican nun named Sister Mary Augustine, OP, who was my idol. She lived to a ripe old age in the convent. The last time I saw her, shortly before she died in late 80s, she had a printing press in a tiny room on one of the lower convent floors, with a handwritten sign on the door that said, "The Little Crackpot in the Basement."
In high school, she'd roll up the sleeves of her habit and dip her hands into the wet clay slip, or tie her veil back with a piece of rope so it wouldn't get caught in the wood lathe.
Sister Augustine taught me a lot about focus, of which I had little at the time. She gave me a safe environment in which to explore the universe of color light and form. She encouraged us to make mistakes. (I recall a fellow student, Kathy, her motto about all mistakes in Industrial Arts class: "Just put two grooves in it and call it an ashtray."
Sister Augustine would have been proud of my golden fishes. The fit beautifully into the spaces made for them along the column edges, Golden Fishes of Prosperity swimming toward their goal.
I marvel at what you can make, sitting in the living room in front of the fire.
In the next post, I'll share the details of the collapse of columns.
Friday, March 1, 2019
Then I discovered all kinds of interesting things about Sharon: labyrinth walker, healer, teacher, writer, public speaker.
She told me she wrote a book, so I ordered it and, after I read A Curious Quest for Absolute Truth, my respect for this woman grew. Not only was she funny, but she could write, and express deeply felt things.
As the Board Member in charge of books and authors at Art Presence Art Center & Gallery in Jacksonville, I asked Sharon to read from Curious Quest several years ago. It was such a hit, we ask her back every year.
Not only that, Lucky Valley Press (David & Ginna) helped Sharon re-publish A Curious Quest for Absolute Truth, as well as the Great Silent Grandmother Gathering and, my favorite, Eleanor Bobbin.
One morning, over coffee at the Good Bean in Jacksonville, Sharon asked if she could read this little manuscript to me. "It'll only take a few minutes," she said
I love to be read to. And she's so funny. And, Eleanor Bobbin really does have the potential to save the world.
Here's what Sharon wrote for the back cover of Eleanor Bobbin and the Magical, Merciful, Mighty Art of Kindness:
"As this book goes to print, the world is once again in chaos. Rancor and retribution rule the day. Greed, fear and demagoguery have been crowned Kings of All That Is.
"And yet... and yet... hidden beneath the helplessness there is a glimmer of light. So faint it can be seen only in the darkest of dark night.
"If this tiny flicker had a name, it might be called forgiveness, compassion, kindness or love. Such little words. But the one thing I know for sure is that they can create miracles. They can make the impossible possible. They can heal lives. And sometimes, whole communities. Just ask Eleanor Bobbin."
If you're looking for a book to send to all your friends
around the world to remind them, Eleanor Bobbin is it.
Buy all three books. The ride inside the mind of Sharon Mehdi
is worth it. She should be President.
P.S. Eleanor Bobbin kindly includes an uplifting Apple Dumpling recipe.