I am getting side tracked here while going through old artworks. Mostly I was searching for more work inspired by Proust and found these made from old clock parts.
The first one with the appendix to Remembrance to Things Past cut into a continuous narrow strip to fill the entire sculpture. And another with moving parts that adjust the speed of time.
So much collecting of suitable parts for these works. I loved making them but am happy to have it behind me. Arthritic hands are a reminder daily.
I built so many house forms in my studio. All using odd materials like this one using reclaimed scarves layered together with a urethane to make what I called, “skins”.
Some houses went onto boats.
See what I mean about being side tracked? I could do a whole blog about boats…some other day.
My physical therapist is back from two weeks off. I tried my best to do the assignments but fell short on occasion. It is hard to put the boxing gloves on and only hit air. I started punching the bag at gyms in 2014 and loved it. Here was the first one back then.
I loved how patched up it was. Then the one at the local gym was used by a group of less-than-intelligent teenage boys to test how much weight it could take and disappeared from access. I asked them to just hang it in the lady’s room handicapped stall so it would be safe and I could use it. No, that was not going to happen. But my therapist remembered how much I loved the bag and got me back in my gloves with more lessons to punch his protected hands as he calls out punch numbers. The jumping around, jabbing punches and staying on my feet is very good for balance.
So yesterday I asked him if I could buy my own bag and hang it in the garage. He thinks that is a fine idea. Patrick just happens to have a spare with almost as much character as the one above. He will install it when he comes in July. In the meantime I surpassed all my numbers from the last therapy session and I am now working on stepping over objects on the floor.
My doctor treated me to a mother’s day outing at the local playhouse. It was interesting and everything one would imagine of a local live theater. I also went to a neighborhood luncheon with eleven women at one table. So my social skills have really been taxed this week when you add in a wine tasting event.
I need to get going now…wish this was more exciting. Looking through old artworks did not make me sad. It made me glad that that part of my life is over and I can move on. What I did see in poking about in the files was that I had so much to say with my work and was willing to say it…not much of my work was made for the market and mass produced, except paper sculpted jewelry. Everything else had a story.
Got to go now….
Til later…