Day 52: Ha ha, I created a round cardboard, um, well... paper weight? Ever since I stopped throwing away all the various boxes I acquire through purchasing cereal, crackers, pizza and such, my collection of them has been building up and bursting out of bags in my laundry room. I wanted to create something that would use up quite a few of these. I thought about those plates and bowls made out of strips of magazine paper, and tried something similar with strips of cardboard. It took much longer than I thought (suprising how often that happens) and so all I ended up with was what I had intended to be the base of something larger, like a vase or bowl. It will happen, I'm sure, and its gonna be awesome when it does.
Day 54: I created a frame for the picture of Diane that her husband Marco printed out for her memorial. On the back side were the words to one of her songs, "Wild Honey." The first time I heard this song several years ago, the lyrics blew me away, and they still do (now they also make me cry). I repainted a frame from a thrift store and added decorations that I cut from an aluminum can (thanks to my hot glue gun). One of the things I have loved about doing this yearly project is that doing it every day causes it to merge with what ever is going on in my life on a day to day basis. It has been a good outlet for all the love and joy and sadness caused by losing my dear friend. Life goes on no matter what happens, and each day is a step forward, and each project is a reflection of the adventure of life and love.
Someday your chariot of air
From this world of wine and bone
And then what remains of you
Is pure and genuine
As wild honey
To penetrate pure light
Penetrate pure light
You gotta suffer some
And then what remains of you
Is pure and genuine
As wild honey
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Day 47: It was the first day of Spring and I was having a party to celebrate. I decided it would be fun to dye eggs and make tea. So we had a big pot of boiled eggs, nine different colors of dye, and a bunch of egg cartons. The pile of egg cartons on the table were begging to be made into something else. I am just going to shut up about whether or not I should be making more flowers and just make as many as I want to, because obviously I can't help myself. So here are my egg carton flowers:
Saturday, March 19, 2011
In the past few weeks since my friend passed away, I've been thinking a lot about love. Perhaps this is because she was married to her husband for 19 years, and they were always so sweet to each other and enjoyed each other's company. For some reason, I can't picture myself ever having such luck. I don't know if it is luck so much though, or if it's just that my heart always lets me down. I fall into love then I fall out of love so easily. I don't know exactly what this has to do with this dress, but somehow when I wear it I feel these things. It's the "girl sitting alone at a cafe" dress. Suddenly this is what I'm wanting in my life. It is comforting to be alone, drinking in the sunshine and the air. I'm not exactly single, but I am taking some time to reflect and listen to the whisperings of my heart. What is it that it needs, this heart of mine? Who knew that a dress could help accentuate an inner process, help it dare to exist?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I took a picture of Mazi holding my lotus to show how big it is. It appears that it is bringing her some sort of mystical experience, her face lit up in a blissful smile.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Day 39: A few nights ago I was hanging out at the Valdez Bar, a dark little bar nestled in a small valley just at the foot of the mountains on the way to the Taos Ski Valley. They always play country music except when there is an occasional random show, like the punk music they were playing on this particular night. Everyone was drinking $2 PBR, the cans were skattered all over the place, and as the bar tender began to gather the empty ones, I approached him and asked if he'd mind if I took the tabs first. As the night went on, he started pulling them off for me as people left the empties on the bar. It was fun to see him with a row of beer cans lined up, his fingers busy bending the tabs back and forth. I also had all my friends handing me their tabs. I was able to collect 64 that night. Maybe I was a little OCD about it, but I thought it was fun to make collecting tabs my mission on my night out. I also did a lot of dancing and a little drinking too (Ten Ton Strap really rocks my world). Using those 64 tabs and about 140 more, I created this belt. I used some twine that I just had around the house to string them all together.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Day 36: CD art!!!! Another idea found on instructables.com (what a fun website!) I took some scratched cds, painted over them with black acrylic paint, scratched a design into them with a screwdriver, and then covered them with a coat of mod podge to protect the surface from further scratching. This project was so extremely fun, my daughter got involved and made some of her own. (Check out her designs by clicking on "Mazi's Projects").
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Day 31: A while back I bought some picture frames at a thrift store for the purpose of redesigning. This one was painted with pink and blue paint, one color starting at the top and fading into the other. It was framing a generic picture and saying to give to your mother on mother's day. No wonder it ended up at the thrift store. I made tiles out of used half and half containers, and glued them onto the frame using hot glue. I am in love with both milk and half and half containers as a material for crafting. I find the items I make both appealing and humorous, and you can't really recycle these containers, at least not here in Taos, so I like that I am finding a use for them.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Day 28: I made a recycled poem out of a bunch of old poems that I cut up into pieces. I had a book of poems from my early twenties that really only contained a few that were of any quality and not completely depressing. It was fun to snip out all the lines that had some phrases or words that I thought I could use. The resulting poem ended up having a lot of meaning to me even though it sounds as if it is one person in particular that I am referring to, which I am not. It is more just a summary of love and the loss of love which has occurred in my unsuccessful dating history. I glued the pieces inside of a cover of a dream journal that is becoming an altered book, covered up with new words and images.
i was already
untangling the knot, tripping out hard,
dancing down an alley, lost in laughter,
pulsing through all the fucking extraordinary
colors of this earth,
stomping through this insanity.
my brain is a bird leaving its nest.
i'm throwing away all the lifelessness.
things i can't be or can't do
meeting the bottom of me, the part I try to separate
dark night, undetectable elegance,
but all of me makes one whole.
then it was you and me
and i don't know why
side by side in a hammock, you fascinated me
caught up in the excitement of experience
floating in my viens.
my hindrances cascaded into pictures
away inside the back walls of my brain
my heart is like the singing
i just sit there thinking,
untangling the fragrances of thought.
you would reach in inside them
being on the outside looking in.
my eyes open in the morning becoming mirrors,
holding someone too much
between the fragility and strength of me.
i'm passed on the sidewalk
you are just not interested.
i'll never know you and the seats are empty.
i need the crack in my window,
all of my dirty thoughts,
laughter or the absense of.
while i drift out of your life like a cloud
all these people become stars in my sky.
then the chaos encourages me,
becomes a pile of soft sand.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Day 25: My friends Nicole and Zishan were at my house when I made this robot, so I had their opinions and feedback influencing the appearance of this little guy. I think he turned out interesting but he's not quite the robot I've been dreaming about. He looks more like a baby bug to me. So although I dressed him up with a bow tie and cummerbund thinking there might be a wedding in our future, I'm going to have to disappoint him. He was fun to make and because I had all kinds of things strewn about the house, I wasn't too suprised at one point to look up and see Mazi wrapping ribbons around Nicole. Nicole started to look like an 80's punk rock mummy. Then Zishan got involved and started adding other things like bamboo skewers and egg cartons. The results were a little wierd and scary, but I've never laughed so hard in my life! Since decorating Nicole was part of the atmosphere into which this robot was created, I'll include some pictures of that too.