Texture Tuesday on Saturday

Spent a lovely day with my wonderful husband and here are some textures I found.

Texture and Pattern Tuesday

I have perhaps developed an obsession for manholes.

Texture and Pattern Tuesday

I have recently been viewing stone sculptures and discovered artist Bridget Polk.  She makes unusual and difficult stacks of stone, temporary by nature.  She then photographs them and sell the photos.  They are stunning.

I mention this because Saturday we discovered the Wire Bridge in Maine.  It spans a shallow river full of wonderful rocks.  Looking down it was easy to see that visitors had been inspired to stack stones.  I of course had to add to the number and quality of the stacks.

While we were there a large family (a family reunion?) gathered on the bridge and in unison threw yellow flowers from the bridge into the river.  It was fun to watch them (the flowers not the family) float down river.  My goal was to make a video of them as they floated but I guess I managed to do that for only a couple of seconds.

These are the patterns and textures.

Ragamuffin Scrap Animals

Like I need something else to start and not finish...

I signed up for Carla Sonheim's online class to make these little darlings.  I always fall in love with her critters.  Here is one off her webpage.

 So far I have only gotten to the first critter which is an owl.  Here is a picture of some owls Carla made.

 

Here is a picture of my first owl.  Be kind, it is only child, orphan owl looking for a forever home.

Texture and Sculpture Tuesday

I found this quote on Belinda DelPesco's blog.  And yep, I got all those voices going on in my head when I look at one of my pieces in progress.  Did you think the artist who created the sculptures below had the critics in her/his head?

Art Quote

To keep his errors down to a minimum, the internal Censor to whom a poet submits his work in progress should be a Censorate. It should include, for instance, a sensitive only child, a practical housewife, a logician, a monk, an irreverent buffoon and even, perhaps, hated by all the others and returning their dislike, a brutal, foul-mouthed drill sergeant who considers all poetry rubbish. ~W. H. Auden

Okay, and now for the sculpture.  When we were in Auburn NY (I think that is where we were) we saw these fabulous sculptures in someone's vegetable garden.