B.A.L.M

Darin White and Shannon White (D & S), whom I teasingly call each Dannon, have been exceedingly instrumental in the renewal of my expressive gifts. Darin and Shannon’s commitment to calling out the talents within artist has been amazing to witness. Their care and concern to facilitate the artist to being expressive in their respective passion has been overwhelming impressive. I was skeptical at first but as I see how they interact with artist of various medium, I see D & S as the unselfish, giving people. They tend to take a negative and immediately see the good in it and multiple the good. Not only are D & S talented and accomplished artist themselves, their passion for the arts and life is unmatched. They have a vision of the intertwining of the two, which can’t be separated. Darin’s sculptures are executed with a fine eye to elements creating a dialogue amongst line, light and shape. Shannon’s dedication to the human figure and its beauty is moving. The portraits she composes are not just reflective of the outer flesh but the heart of the individual. I am grateful for the passion they have extended to me. Visit their site to see what they have accomplished in just a few months. http://balmorg.wordpress.com/

Repeated

I am clueless what exactly goes into a blog, is it a mere record of the ramblings of my mind? Or should I have some metaphoric, poignant vision? I have been an early riser since a youth. The morning air, sounds, quality of light fascinates me because I am bursting with energy and my senses seem to be keenly heightened. My mom would wake up to find me outside playing in my jammies amongst my imaginative animal friends. This morning a storm has passed through as the sun was rising. The sky was blackish, grey with the yummy color of midnight blue-that deep indigo with a slight touch of green. As a textile artist with ADD, I tend to wander in and out of various mediums. It as always been an issue, for me to focus and master one medium thus I often give into the temptation and digress. The wandering path does not last long as I quickly discover that nothing satisfies me more than the textures found in fibers/textiles.

ART Conference

FIBERS Debra Seeger

A few days ago I returned from an inspiring five days with 60 artists in Minneapolis. I was internally moved by the emotional comradely about art and God. At one discussion table, we were talking about the work of our hands and someone asked about mine. As a process person, I mentioned how I love the smell of paint, how it feels to scoop up paint on my brush and how it feels when it touches the surface. My focus sharpens and the sensitivity is heightened when I am in the studio. I am emotionally charged when I mix my own colors. I am passionate about the smell of paint. As I described my intimately with creating, several at the table nearly jumped out of their chairs with excitement. They explicate their similar experience when approaching painting. Naturally, this surprised me. I have mentioned the same in the past and received looks as though I just ate paste or something comparably odd.

With my other artist friends we discuss rational content, scholarly technique and cerebral relevance to the art world, not how we feel as we did the painting or what was happening internally as we make marks on canvas, paper or fabric. I suppose my painting is a form of worship to a power higher than myself. Guess I am uncertain where other artist go when they paint/create.