Tuesday, October 30, 2007

In the Shadow of the Moon

It's the movie everyone's talking about. So yesterday I went. The documentary focuses on the astronauts who participated in the Apollo program, each in their own words describing what they felt, thought, and did from selection and training to their walks on the moon. Digitally remastered, never before seen footage immeasurably enhances the experience and brings the viewer through a range of emotions.

Initially I felt awe that our country would dare to attempt this major feat, and in such a short time frame, too, 8 years from the date when President Kennedy challenged the United States to put a man on the moon and bring him safely back to earth. The scene of the engineers feverishly figuring out how to do this thing with slide rules, graphite pencils, and mock capsules made of popcicle sticks brought home just how much brainpower was behind it as the astronauts' bravery.

Then I felt pride, watching these men who sat atop thousands of gallons of liquid fuel inside a tiny capsule, knowing something could go wrong at any moment and their lives would be lost. And indeed, in 1967 Apollo 1's crew of Grissom, Chaffee, and White were lost in a flash fire. Yet the commitment to pursue the dream of visiting another heavenly body remained intact and the program continued.

Then I felt such excitement as the movie brought the viewer toward the moon and the men who piloted a capsule to its shadow, leaving the "surly bonds of earth" and for some of the men who came to Jesus afterwards, "to touch the face of God." Here, the images are tremendous, and Lovell's reading of Genesis 1:1 on their Christmas Day orbit was moving in the extreme.

The astronauts' return illustrated clearly how the world looked up to America, with peoples from all nations at the four corners of the earth crying and waving and exulting together at the moment of landing. Buzz Aldrin was especially humbled to hear over and over again as he toured the world: "We did it" and "We landed on the moon." One French woman said "I trust America and I knew we could do it." This segment brought pride and also sadness, because yes, it is true, at one time our country had the capacity to unite all of humanity, not in technology, not in science, but in our hearts. And 38 years later we see how far we have fallen.

The movie is about about boldness, daring, challenge, a power to bring humanity to one united moment at the dizzying pinnacle in July 1969. These men are the best America had to offer, and they are great indeed. Falling from the height of affable, humble, dedicated men of service, to the current low of self-aggrandizing politics and 24/7 porn. What goes up must come down, and for me ultimately it's about the fall of America. God had blessed us with wealth, intelligence, daring, and compassion, but we have squandered them all. Though the movie is absolutely uplifting on many, many fronts, but it did make me think, you know... we coulda been somebody.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Introducing...Kimimela!

Wow! See how creative some people are?


I shared some paste papers with a fellow artist and crafter who lives down the street. We met on the internet. But turns out live 1/8 of a mile from each other in real life, lol! So I dropped off some things as a surprise the other day and as a surprise back today I received this lovely butterfly. Never in a million years would I have ever thought to use buttons and beads this way. The wings are from a piece of paste paper I'd included in the bag. Thank you Maggie Grace Creates!!

PS: Kimimela is Native American word for butterfly, a symbol of transformation.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

scrounging for old stuff

I love to yard sale, browse in old antique stores, scour Freecycle and eBay, all for the purpose of finding stuff to use in crafts and art. My specially exciting find is old paper and ephemera. So many old Christmas cards and Valentines are charming and cute, well-made and almost a shame to gesso over or cut up. But I do, figuring it gives them new life or new purpose.

In Paris we went to the old flea markets held on the fringes of the city, for the purpose of finding something to buy just so we could say we shopped at the Paris flea markets. Paris Perfect says, "The Puces covers 7 hectars and is the largest antiques market in the world, receiving between 120,000 to 180,000 visitors each weekend. The history of the flea market dates back over two centuries, when rag and bone men scoured through the garbage of Paris at night to find valuable junk to sell on. They were called ‘crocheteurs’ or pickers. The romantic term was ‘pĂȘcheurs de lune’ or fishermen for the moon. Many set up their temporary stalls within the Paris walls, in sleazy neighborhoods but because these neighborhoods were full of pickpockets and thieves, they were chased out of the city walls to Clignancourt, Montreuil, Vanves, etc. The largest of these flea markets is the one at Clignancourt but the other two continue to this day."

Of course, anything we bought there had to be transported back home, so I reverted to my trusty fave, paper stuff. I found two vintage postcards, one entitled Les Tulipes and the other, La Lentille. Ooh la la! I have not used them yet but every time I am about to I gaze longingly at them, remembering the fun day at the Paris flea market. I am going yard sale-ing Saturday in Madison County and I'm sure I will find some cool stuff here too. The thrill of the hunt, it never fails...

Friday, October 26, 2007

Fun with Youtube

I wasted some time yesterday browsing YouTube. My two favorite subjects to search for are church bloopers and cats. This link brings you to my favorite church bloopers clip, it's only a minute and a half. The funniest (to me) are the last two. And here is one of cats. It exactly portrays my cat, Abby, the Queen of 'Who, me?'

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

WIP

WIP: Works in progress. Collages in my art journal. I have a spiral bound journal on my coffee table, and next to my recliner is a basket of magazines. Painters doodle drawings ... I leaf through magazines looking for images that resonate, cut them out, and after a while I look at the pile and see if anything cohesive comes together. I try not to put a lot of thought into it, letting my right brain take over and my soul speak the art into existence.

Below: This one is mostly done, not a WIP. I tried to attain a gesso effect by using white medium to thin ivory acrylic paint. Didn't work. It's the "Long Black Train." Don't ride it. I have it on good authority it goes nowhere.


This was a Renaissance art piece representing Matthew 7:3, "Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?" I cut it apart and glued it on star tissue paper & included a celestial scene at the top and a raven outside the picture (that I didn't capture all of in my photo of this) and bordered it in copper tape. I learned last night that aluminum ventilation tape is also good to use. I'll see how much it costs at the hardware store today.

Prairie Chicken. The paper is crinkle brown handmade Indian paper, and I don't know where I am going with this except I like saying 'prairie chicken.'

Take me to the River: the river Jordan. The Lamb watches over all. Border is copper tape and paint is mixture of metallic and flat acrylic.

The most unfinished collage, pieces not even glued down yet. Something about tribulation in the last days, the time pieces counting down the time that's left...It's blue metallic acrylic paint and magazine pictures so far.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Slumber party!


Church chicks slumber partying tonight! A bunch of us women of all ages from church are gathering to have a sleep-over party tonight. We've got the soda chilling, the pizzas on order, the cakes are arriving, and at last count we have two guitars and a piano on premises. Woo-hoo! should be a great time!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Hauntings Exhibition, Blue Bell Gallery

hauntings
artists exhibition

October 4-27
RECEPTION OCTOBER 20TH @ 7pm

exhibition * book signing * readings * ghost stories * refreshments

Featuring Over 36 New Local Artists