Monthly Archives: August 2014
Frequently I create a piece in response to the Art Bead Scene Challenge.
This month the challenge was based on Anne Redpath’s painting, Red Slippers:
I immediately keyed in on the “ruby slippers” and created the necklace above. I made some “red opal” clay. and marbled it with black opal clay and black clay.
I am in the second year of my five year plan to make splendid polymer opal clay.
I had some Swarovski dark coral pearls that matched my “red” opal clay.
Of course I made Beads of Courage for kids with cancer from the scrap clay!
I am tickled that they came out so well, and giggle every time I see them.
Sunday our parched region experienced an all day rain. I walked in it for an hour at dawn, and again after church. This rose caught my eye as I hunted for micropuddles in old downtown Plano, TX.
Micropuddles fascinate me. They exist in liminal space: at the threshold of a new experience. They contain shining truths and epiphanies.
I hover over each one and imagine diving into another universe.
This micropuddle shone in an old stone sidewalk:
I found this micropuddle in a magnolia leaf:
This one was on top of a rock wall:
These lovely geometric shapes formed in a brick sidewalk:
This oval shimmered in stone steps near a wall fountain silenced by the drought:
And finally, a micropuddle shining in stone stairs dating to Plano pioneer times.
Last week I was in the Hall Office Park in Frisco, Texas taking photos of micropuddles. I found this shovel, handle-less and covered in concrete and rust. I filled its bowl with water and took its portrait.
This week I returned and the shovel was still there. I claimed it as my own.
It rained all day Sunday. After church I took the shovel to my own office park and took it’s portrait in various poses.
Here it is gratefully receiving the runoff from a storm drain:
On some blooming monkey grass:
Atop a holly bush:
Embraced by Asian jasmine:
On Colorado River rocks:
Under a crepe myrtle:
And on a bed of lantana:
I now keep the shovel on the front seat of my car. I keep a jug of water in the car at all times so that I can take its portrait when promising venues present themselves.
One day last year I found a micro-puddle in a stone step at the Fort Wort Japanese Garden. I felt like I could dive into it, into another universe. Here is a photo of it:
I have continued to look for and photograph micro-puddles. I found this one when leaving the Dallas Arboretum one day last spring:
I found this puddle last week in Eureka Springs, Arkansas when leaving Thorncrown Chapel:
I found this micro-puddle in a downtown sidewalk in Eureka Springs:
I visited a meditation center in Eureka Springs and got the next three photos:
This puddle was on a storm drain the morning after rain last week. It reflects buttermilk clouds:
I found this micro-puddle in a sidewalk near my house. The wide end of the puddle still holds part of the wood that shaped it:
My neighbor’s sprinklers don’t reach his boulders, so the yellow and black lichen on them is free to flourish:
This morning when I visited a sculpture garden nearby I was walking along a retaining wall made of huge limestone rectangles, in search of micro-puddles. In the dirt beside them I found a cement covered shovel with no handle. It was so camouflaged by its coating that I am sure it had lain there for years, unseen by maintenance. I laid the shovel on a limestone block and poured water into its bowl. You can see the dawn clouds reflected in the water.:
Thanks for visiting. I hope you enjoyed my portraits of the micro-puddles that have fascinated me. Maybe one will transport you to a new world!