Gayle A. Pritchard's Blog, page 10

Getting My Head Around it


Detail of Gayle's collage, Sacred, in progress  Something is going on. The ground is shifting. I see it on the faces of the people on the news stories about the Middle East; I see it in my friends faces; I see it in my face when I look in the mirror. For awhile, I just couldn't get my head around it.

As an artist, I have trained myself for decades to try to stay in the moment and to respond to what is in front of me without knowing where the resolution lies. It is part of trusting the process, a deeply personal way of trusting oneself. The way I tap into that part of myself is to just keep working, because much of the creative process involves problem solving, asking the "what if" question, remaining open to the answer. When I am fortunate enough to be fully engrossed in this process, I continue to work on the problem at hand even when I am sleeping. My journal is full of dreamed notations waiting for action.

This is where I find myself right now: working, thinking, dreaming, working. This process has never failed me, and serves as an anchor for me when the ground beneath my feet is shifting.
 Detail of Gayle's collage, Lady Blue   Detail of Gayle's collage, Blue Landscape I have spent months feeling blue, discombobulated. Fortunately, my trusty journals remind me that this is also a cyclical part of my process. It doesn't keep me from working, usually, and this is fortunate as well. I am designing like crazy, as I focus with renewed energy on my line of Magic Baby designs.  I hope to start a separate website and blog for that work as soon as I have some time to sit at the computer all day.

I am also itchy to do free painting, so hope to get to that soon. In the meantime, I am finishing up the three collages shown here. I will be offering all of them for sale in my etsy shop as soon as I finish stitching and mounting them. Stitching away by hand, which is what I do most nights, is my preferred form of meditation. My thoughts are freed up while I work to think and dream, to get my head around it.

Recycled Love

 
A page from For Sadie Jane by Gayle Pritchard featuring a
Womankind badge and a heart created from recycled kimono silk.
According to wikipedia, St. Valentine was executed on February 14, ca. the year 270. It would appear this event was an auspicious beginning for celebrations of love, and quite far removed from the pagan holiday we are familiar with today.

In my life, love is a core value, and something we try hard to express and honor. It is an intangible to be experienced, absorbed, shared and recycled.


Two page spread from For Sadie Jane by Gayle PritchardI suspect that love, or rather the ability to experience love, and the creative process are deeply entwined. A person who is able to love deeply is a person who is open to staying connected to their inner spark and creativity. If you happen to be one of these people, I encourage you to dig deeply, locate your source and spread it all around you. Maybe tomorrow will be a day when we get to feel the recycled love in the air.

Family Connections

T. Vickery's Boots and Shoes! I loved this ad the minute I saw it recently. Vickery, you see, is a family name, though I can't think of any T. Vickery's in the group.

You may think it strange for an artist to also be passionate about family history, but for me there is a direct connection. You see, my art is very personal, and is often about my family, my history, or some combination of the two. My piece The Day Momma Died uses physical objects that belonged to my mother to create an artwork, and to commemorate the experience of the day she died at 62.
Prayers for the Dead commemorates three family deaths which took place shortly after my mother's death.
My Joie de Vivre series is a group of three abstracted self portraits that chronicle, for me, a crucial developmental phase in my artwork. A few years ago, I made a piece about my husband using the lyrics of one of his songs.

Gayle with her piece inspired by her husband's song lyrics: I Hear Voices in my HeadWhether I am working on works for the wall or creating mixed media assemblages, my work tends to be autobiographical. It is the way I process my internal thoughts. It is what comes out when I go to that space deep inside where my inspiration lives. What inspires you?

This is an actual advertisement from Derby, England in 1816. The Mr. Pritchard mentioned is my husband's ancestor.

Appreciating Life With Eyes Closed

Gayle's assemblage in progress

I  hurt my eye last weekend, but I have no idea how or when I managed to do it. When I finally went to see my eye doctor, he found the scratch, and told me it could have even been caused by a stray hair blowing in the wind. I guess this might be a downside of having long hair. In any case, once again I was forced to STOP: stop what I am always doing, which is working, and close my eyes; rest. God, I hate that!

Maybe you have a similar personality, and maybe you don't. Years of journaling and self-examination prodded by observations from my loved ones have taught me that I feel best about myself when I am accomplishing my goals. For me, this probably comes out of my childhood, growing up in a large family, and trying to be noticed in a good way. The end result, in my adult years, is that I have a very difficult time shutting down. My active artist's mind races through the day, and thinks all through most nights, as ideas flow into my consciousness and spill over into my dreams. I love that!

This week, I was left unable to actually bring my ideas into fruition, as my hurt eye failed to cooperate. I was left pondering ideas, and thinking of lists of what I wanted to do next. The situation was aided by the fact that two of my young grandbabies were here all week while their parents traveled. There is nothing like caring for babies to make one stop and smell the roses. They are a constant reminder of what is important in these brief lives we live. Stopping the whirlwind of self-absorbed brain activity to sit down on the floor and play, make lunch, read stories and cuddle is a good way to remember that the number of hugs and memories of being loved are a large part of what makes us who we can be.

Yesterday, I was able to get back to work. My week ended on an especially high note in my Be a Pro workshop. I had a great class of eight articulate and ambitious seekers, and the discussions were lively. I felt buoyed, and I hope the participants felt more empowered to find their ways forward as artists and writers.
Later this month, I will be teaching a workshop I call Spirit Boxes, Sacred Vessels and Shrines. We'll be making personally meaningful assemblages from found objects. Hope those of you who live locally can join us. Now...back to my journal lists. Have a great week, all!

 Gayle's Reflections of Mexico assemblage

If Only

 Check out the link at left to see more pictures from vintage Aussie mug shots







Ah, if only...if only I could keep my eyes open a little longer. If only I could keep up with everything I need and want to do. Writing my blog is one of them, but I have to admit defeat this week. My days are full, and sometimes, by the end of the day, after a day of expending creative energy, I just can't do any more. Anyway, I thought I would share with you two great links I found today, in case you have time to play around on your computer. I wasn't playing when I found them on etsy; I was working at 11:30 p.m. Enjoy!

Vintage Photos from the Sydney Police Museum

The second fun place to check out is a fashion blog of sorts in which people are photographed in their street clothes on the street: The Satorialist. Have fun!

Creative Play for Kids

My grandson loves to go on dangerous missions, a tradition begun by my husband with our own kids, and continued now on the days we provide childcare for two of our grandchildren. In winter, a dangerous mission usually involves bundling up with long underwear and riding a sled into either Winter World or Ice World and trying not to get frozen by an ice bomb, battling enemies with icicle lasers, and so on. When the mission is over, coats, gloves, scarves, wet socks and long underwear are thrown into the dryer, the Winter World Warrior is covered with a blanket, and hot chocolate with marshmallows magically appear to warm the chilled bones.

In between trips to the library or the local nature center, my little explorer likes to make up games. This is something we have encouraged since he was a baby. Again, this is something carried forward from raising my own kids: never, ever waste time being bored. In addition to the many games we play all day long, we often make things that can be used to play the games. The ideas occur spontaneously, often the result of a needed character or a "what if we had this" question. My grandson, at six, now knows and often repeats, "We can make anything." We can also fix anything : )

Here are just a few of the things we have made together. My challenge to you: keep making things, and show your children how to make things. This is something kids today do not get enough experience with. Go ahead...it'll be fun!
 We made a printing plate from a meat tray to make Valentines.  We printed out black and white character images to color, glued to cardboard and made an action figure. We drew our own action figures on canvas with oil pastels, stuffed them, and sewed them together to play with.  We made an action figure mask (this is Mr. Incredible) from knit fabric that ties in the back.  It's fun to make your own treats. These are Gumdrop People. Slide the gumdrops onto sucker sticks, or use toothpicks to hold the arms on. Take a picture before eating.
 

FamJam for the New Year

Happy New Year, my friends, and my wishes for you for a happy, creative and great year. I'm counting on it!

In a family of musicians (which does not include me!), we usually end up with a jam session. Thirty years ago, my husband and brothers-in-law, and occasionally a brother would play into the wee hours. As our kids learned to play, they added to the mix with both fabulous playing and sweet singing. Having recently gained a musician-son-in-law, our jam sessions have gained a new name: FamJam. It is the best way ever to have a good time, and to celebrate being together. Those of us who don't play can sometimes sing, and also play the vital role of appreciative audience.
Here's to 2011, more music, large doses of creativity, and many, many hugs.

Details, details, Part One


Detail of my Sgt. Pepper-esque
Jacket for Peter B. Lewis  By nature, I am oriented to details. I have found this to be an odd quirk of my otherwise creatively driven personality. Some of my artist friends don't seem to have this side to their personalities, and it only seems to apply to many artists when it comes to their work. For me, I inherently pay attention to the details. It doesn't matter what I am doing. Planning a garden? Learn every name of every plant. Measure the amount of sunlight in every area of the yard at each time of the day. Do this for a week. In each season of the year. Writing a book? Interview every person in the field who was alive at that time. Read every issue of Quilter's Newsletter Magazine from its inception, (and make detailed notes by subject) so you can have the proper questions prepared for your interview subjects. You get the idea. I'm not what is fondly called these days, "anal"; I'm just thorough, and obsessively so. It's just the way my mind works.

When I am creating a new art piece, after the thrill of creating the actual composition has passed, I love the layered stitching and embellishment part of my process the best.  Recycled tags for my TagTalk cards wait to be taken to my downstairs sewing spot. On the right, a four drawer catcher for fabric scraps takes the overflow from my wire fabric storage. Knits and flannels are at the ready under my pinning wall, while a holiday order waits to be ironed at my mini ironing station. You can see this on my Masks III, below.














When it comes to construction by stitching, my love of details transfers easily from creating my artwork to my designing my Magic Baby line of clothing. You would never know I am focused on the details, however, by looking at my studio at the moment:
On my sewing table, various "piles" wait their turn.
The embroidered black velvet is up next.  Here, a snowflake swing dress waits for its binding,
while a design experiment sits underneath until
I have more time. 

My studio only looks like a mess. Since I have little space, I make piles, then work my way through them each week.

 

Getting Ready for the Holidays

I am sure every family has holiday customs; ours is no different. One thing I always do is make pie, so it was a special treat this year to have the chance to make pie with my not-quite-two-year-old granddaughter. She was a natural!

I hope all of you had some time to spend with loved ones this past week. That is, after all, what this season is about for me. Now that Thanksgiving is over, my thoughts are turning to December, to winter, and to Christmas, and I begin my preparations.

I continue to be busy making new Magic Baby clothes for my etsy shop. I am having a special Cyber Monday sale, which I invite you to take advantage of. I have artwork, supplies and, of course, my special baby clothes in my shop. For the sale, take 10% off your purchase by using the Etsy Coupon Code at checkout: CyberMondayGAP10. Happy shopping!

A Life of Thankfulness

This week the official holiday season begins. With the consumerization of our traditional American family get-together times, I have to mentally take a step back as I am reminded what these times are really about. For me, that means my family.
Since both of my parents died suddenly, nearly twenty years ago now, I have tried to embrace each day with a sense of thankfulness. Their untimely deaths taught me that life is fleeting, and that we can live assuming that there will be a tomorrow. This isn't depressing to me; it's envigorating, a reminder that I need to make "today" count for something.

This week, give it a try: stop wasting time worrying or engaging in activities that do not bring you joy. Focus your thoughts on those you love, and those who love you. Think about each thing you do, each conversation, each moment in the day. We all have choices at our disposal, and that choice may be as simple as reframing our thoughts in a positive way. I'm not suggesting a pollyanish approach to life. We all have real problems we are facing, and struggles to overcome. Still, we can bring love to each day by simply thinking about it. The human brain is miraculous!

So, for me, this week represents a time of focusing my energies on my family. I will be traveling a long distance to be with loved ones, dragging my sewing machine along so that I can fix curtains (a requested act of love.) I will be bringing handmade presents for a two year old granddaughter. I will be making homemade pie as a gesture of love, and joining in the FamJam, our family music time when guitars come out and all voices are welcome.

I wish all of you a week full of love and thankfulness. What will you be doing this week?