As I've become addicted to Pinterest, along with most of the middle-aged women in the cilvilized world, I am everyday, several times a day, amazed how many absolutely stunning creations there are out there. It makes me realize once again, how dependent we all are on what we and our fellow humans do with our hands. Painting, felting, clothes, gardens, houses, toys, books, photography, jewlery, knitting, sewing, cooking, kids projects, decorating...and Pinterest doesn't even cover the performance arts, engineering or what we all do for work. The list is endless.
It boggles my mind.
Really, do any of us ever sleep?
I have been a very sluggish blogger. It's a hard thing to do, post something about what goes on here on the farm...it's a farm, and an "antique" one at that. Frankly, if the sky and views and wind weren't so beautiful each day, and the seasons didn't offer all the variations they do, it would be extremely dull here.
That being said, Pinterest and all the creativity in the world gives me a daily thrill, and has turned my attention more than ever to really looking at and appreciating the art we all make, in all it's forms.
Here is a piece that my daughter, Deirdre, did a few months ago. I came across it this morning while poking around in iPhoto.
There I am...up on the top row, lounging on the chaise...
And don't forget to check out the newly revised, overhauled, and wow, enhanced to the high heavens, and yes, now you've got a shopping cart...Earth Angels Studios website!!! Make some comfy tea and get about doing some early holiday shopping for special peeps, buying work that you know is made by a real, live artist, all brought to you by Jen O'Connor, at Earth Angels Studios.
I have been intrigued by Edward Gorey's art since the mid '70's, when I started seeing these odd little drawings here and there, on book covers and various illustrations, and it all clicked when Masterpiece Mystery's opening on PBS was an Edward Gorey animation.
I was hooked.
I've collected most of his little books over the years, which I regularly pull out and read; my favorite is "The Beastly Baby", a tale of a baby so sticky and unappealing that it's family tries very hard to get rid of it in ways only Edward Gorey could dream up. Sounds worse than it really is, usually the case with his stories; one gets the feeling that he really doesn't mean any of it, but then, at the end, you can't really tell. His stories and the drawings that go with them are macabre, but whimsical, scary, but not evil, and his tales of mysterious comings and goings, especially where unfortunate children are concerned, never fail to warm my heart, so to speak.
Let's face it, we all have a "dark" side.
During a wonderful visit to the Cape in September to have a play date with three very dear friends, Leslie, Pat, and Jody, it was decided that one of our outings would be to "Elephant House", as he called it, now a museum devoted to his life and art. Leslie lives a couple of miles away, and after lunch out one day, we drove over.
Touring his small house, and listening to the docent tell his story, I was surprised to learn that he was so interested in pop culture, spent hours in front of the TV, had a vast collection of videos and DVD's, and went out to the flea markets and yard sales every Saturday. He sewed creatures and costumes, and I suppose, meeting him, he would have appeared very unusual, but "normal".
The most important thing I took away from the visit, though, was how well he blended his work and life together, how he immersed himself in his work, and that when he was working, there was probably not very much that would've distracted him. He seems to have seamlessly mixed art and regular life, something that I've always found very hard to do.
Possibly, he was fortunate to be a man, without daily family obligations and duties, to be an "oddity" in the small Cape community he lived in, and to have been "discovered" at exactly the right time. He also lived and worked pre-computer, e-mail, and cell phone, thank goodness, although he may have embraced these new wonders. I wonder, though, how all of these things would have affected his work, or whether he would've paid any attention to them at all.
It was a wonderful couple of hours, made more so by the three friends, all artists, that were there with me. Here are some photos of the exterior; as with many museums, no cameras were allowed inside.
"Elephant House"...cleaned up considerably since his death...
Edward Gorey's mailbox...
and a drain cover in his driveway. I wanted to pinch this as a memento, but it was too massive...
I think he would've appreciated the effort, though.
This trip to Maine really saw some progress. The walls have been sheetrocked and I spackled the entire upstairs...took me a week, but no matter; the bending and stretching was a workout in and of itself. On the next three-week visit I will paint the ceiling and then prime the walls, for a color yet to be determined. There's a bedroom wall to be constructed, an entire bathroom full of fixtures to be installed, and all of the lights to be hung.
I wish I had elves that visited in the night, as in the elves and the shoemaker story. But no such luck. We have to plod on. At the moment, I'd be happy with another month of summer...wouldn't we all?