Window instalation in the Calle Feria

Exposición diciembre 2011 / Show December 2011

Show..En Bolas.

Finally, I have finished the work for the "En Bolas" show.

En Bolas is a play on words meaning in Spanish.. naked or in balls. This work is all presented in glass balls.

Once the show has been opened on May 11th, I will publish all works in the blog.

Boxed landscape

Flotsam

Some small summer works.

Ceramic Bottons

This old lamp

Textures from printmaking (copper plates)

Rubbish from packaging used to create textures in soft varnish technique.

Go ask Alice

Assembled Glass Christmas tree ornaments.

The New Coat 2

When things arent glued down they are more apt to change. This is a second take on the same theme. I am still not sure where it will go.

I often find that we bloggers dont want to do a hard critique, afterall it is for the all to read and often in blogs of people we do not know face to face, but I open my door to any constructive criticism.

The New Coat

I have yet to paste this one down but more or less here is my next piece. I tried oxidizing the back drop metal but I guess it is stainless steel because after hours in a solution it didnt even get brown edges. I found this little girl in a box the other day in an antique store and she sang to me. She is a beautiful fall day bundled up in a wool coat.

Playing with transparencies

I have been trying to make transparencies work for some time and finally it came together. This one is quite easy to do with contact paper and I was happy with how it came out.

A good blog?

I have recently been thinking about what really makes a good blog. After several conversations with friends I truly believe a good blog is a free expresion of the soul that invites others to view it and react. Equally a good blogger reaches out to others to share viewpoints, common experiences, give kudos, etc. I view blogging ulimately as a way to search for the common thread of humanity between all of us and join us (between countries, cultures, social standings) in a way that delves deeper into our souls than any other encounter we may have in our everyday lives. The blogs I read do this for me. They sing to me and offer me this common thread that I reach for and find so beautiful. Thank you.

Imagenes del verano

Mi madre me envió este articulo del periódico local.... al lado de la foto ella escribe que mi padre no le gusto su leche. Pase una hora riéndome


Los trompos y...


..estos chicos querian venir conmigo a casa.

All finds from the Paris market.

He vuelto

Llevo mucho tiempo sin pisar por mi blog, dejándolo por muerto. Creo que nos pasa a todos. Un amigo mio me expreso que quería que escribiera en español y por eso dedico este blog a Pedro.

?Donde he estado? Llevo unos meses aprendiendo como aceptarme por como soy, una sin vergüenza tumbada en la playa llena de arena, una cosechadora de cosillas de los mercados de París destinadas a collages que nunca hice.

Me acepto, tal y como soy. Pero también reconozco que con las brisas del otoño que aparecen a veces por las horas mas oscuras de las mañanas Sevillanas, me entra un gusanito de crear y juntar estas piezas extrañas encontradas entre las olas del calor y agua del verano.

Las estaciones dentro de mi también van cambiando.

En el próximo blog presento unas fotos de cosillas del verano.

Abstract

Landscape

New watch pieces

Monotipo

Cosillas nuevas

Una cosilla en progreso.

Finds in the Paris market

Brooch

Some new finds

Last weekend I was lucky enough to go to the Rastro in Madrid. The Rastro is a large flee market filled with all sorts of goodies for those in search of collage items and cheap thong underwear.

A few years back, I went and happened upon a man that was selling old, mostly unusable, watch pieces. When I arrived to the Rastro this time I went straight to search for my old friend. I looked and looked for him, thinking that perhaps he moved his stand. After a good hour, I resorted to asking other vendors if they knew what happened to him. The first man refused to answer me. The second and third vendors I asked confirmed that he had died a few years back. A bit of a downer to the whole trip to the Rastro but here are some of the finds I did encounter on my scavenger hunt among the sometimes haphazardly, strewn, melange of things.

Diente de leon

Canal Sur - Granada

Exposicion de obras graficas

Granada del 15 de febrero al 8 de marzo
Cadiz del 13 de marzo al 4 de abril
Huelva del 16 de abril al 10 de mayo
Malaga del 2 de junio al 21 de junio

Patrick Ulmer, Pedro Munoz, Susana Fraile, Veronica Hernandez, Juan Tejedor, Paquita Tobaruela, Inez Rodriguez, Alexis Kerner, Miguel Puya, Horacio Hermoso, Magret de Arcos, Maria Ortega, Jose Lopez, Lorena Fernandez, Ramon Gomez, Jesus Tejedor.

Test prints

More of your bee's wax

Techniques with bee's wax and oil paints

Flip book of a candle burning (another basement find)

Dedicated to Joanne Gover Yoshida

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
long the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

http://foundinjapanjgy.blogspot.com/2009/01/daffodil.html

Metro moments

Waiting for the train

From the basement of my past

Forgotten works from my adolescence I found in the basement of my parent's house

Garlic in Craypas

Small bird bones

Window

Figure drawing