One Other Note about Ann's Artbox

This is the first time I've ever submitted a piece to an art show.

Although I've been asked to submit glass pieces to other shows or sell select pieces several times over the last couple years, it has been very hard to part with any of my pieces. Glass art was "my therapy" when I couldn't have a baby, so selling them was like selling a child.

When I started to blow glass again after a year-and-a-half break this summer, I started to heal and give away glass to family and dear ones. Afterall, the creative heart can just make more of what it loves. There is no lack!

This was the first time I presented my art at a show, though. This weekend's little baby step was a big leap forward for me!

Ann's Artbox

Hi Guys!

I just submitted this piece to the first annual Austin Artbox show, which was held this weekend. It's called "Natural Passion" (mixed media - collage, glass, and acrylic). It was inspired by an image I saw on-line, a computer simulation of the turbulent liquid core of a planet. I surrounded the collaged images with glass and scientific quotes about the phenomena and a passage from one of my favorite movies, Like Water for Chocolate.

Here's some of the blurb that you can't see from the pic above:

"We're all born with a box of matches inside. We can't light them by ourselves ...we need oxygen and the help of a candle... The candle can be anything -- a melody,
a word, a caress, a sound -- anything that pulls the trigger and sets off one of the matches.

Every person has to discover what will pull his trigger to enable him to live. Because it is the
explosive flare of a match that feeds our souls. If there's nothing to trigger the explosion, our box of matches becomes damp, and then we'll never be able to light any of them.

There are many ways to dry a damp match box... Of course, it's important to light the matches one at a time. Because if an intense burst of emotion were to ignite them all at once they would produce such a strong brilliance that before our eyes there would appear a tunnel of such radiance [splendor] showing us the path we forgot at birth -- the same path that calls us back to our divine origins."

The image reminded me of this quote - with its spirals of fiery liquid and it's tunnel of radiance at the core. I'm not sure how well I executed the idea, but I enjoyed the process of creating it so much! Special thanks to mi amor, Roy, for all his help and encouragement!

A New Continuance or Just Started Agaain

Hi...I have been off the computer for a bit because my computer broke down and I am again posting a little at a time. View my latest show while I await my computer...my laptop is also down. Marilyn You mat like to view www.artbymarilyn.net

Quiet

This is the first poem to be derived from morning pages...I have a friend, a musician in London, who has derived quite a few of his lyrics from morning pages...So, there we go...It works...:)

Quiet

My life has 

Culminated into quiet 

Long spaces

Punctuated 

By room to breathe 

Deep

All my life 

Has been about distance

Even as I held close

Those who would not

Be appeased or held

Or loved at all

All my life

Has led me to this

I am pieced together

Fragments 

Of an embodied whole

Filled with an 

Unfathomed knowing

That the fates

Did make me

Ripe with realization

And my solitude 

Contains my soul

Sparrow

Sparrow

My spartan sparrow

Refuses to lie

Still

In the furrows

Of my brow

He'll fly 

He will

Fuck me if he won't

Strapping his Jesus sandals

And plumed helmet

With mottled metal clasp

Bristling the air

With his impatience

At my ineptitude

And always my fear

Come he says

Bring yourself near

Hook and crook

With your finger clear

I will not wait

Another day

Malcolm Gladwell asks is there such a thing as pure genius? | Books | The Guardian

Malcolm Gladwell asks is there such a thing as pure genius? | Books | The Guardian

Oil Pastel doodles

I have not posted on here in awhile. My life has gotten strange and I don't think I have been handling it as well I should. Plus my fortune cookies have been eerily accurate lately and it is starting to scare me.

Here are a couple more Oil Pastel Doodles. Perhaps some of you remember the ones I did earlier. I said I would be revisiting. So here are two more beings from my little oil pastel world. Though they look a little more sophisticated then the others. At least more detail oriented

Butterfly

I drew and painted this butterfly for my mother. It was in her garden and I love butterflies. What a gift I thought than to give my mom what we both share. A butterfly. As I grew older I started collecting butterflies. I always thought they brought luck or the person you were thinking about to you. Strange as it may seem, I lived at "Edna Taylor's Heartenland" in Monona for 4 years and we had quite a friendship. Out of 5 girls who wanted to rent from her she said she liked me because I wasn't afraid of beauty. You see I fashion modeled and colored my hair red. She liked my gumption. She had the park named after herself and I never went back because she was my friend and she had passed away. I was heart broken. One day, I forced myself to stop at the park. I got out of my car and went to pay my respects in the park. a butterfly landed on my shoulder. I even spoke to it for a moment and...I felt so good. I left very at peace and content. Then I wanted a bond between my mom and Edna and myself. Needless to say, my mom loved the painting.

This is my sterling silver rectangular shaped 17 x 27.5 mm pendant of a butterfly with my logo, "Art By Marilyn", carved in the back.