June 25th, 2015
Wear Red when you hit 90 years!
On 17 June my mother turned 90. She has advanced Alzheimers Disease but has managed to remain loving and has kept her sense of humor. And, she still enjoys a good party. So, back in March, I decided to give her a birthday party.
When I was small, my mama and I would have tea parties. I was Mrs. Smith and she was Mrs. Jones. (When my sister came along, she became Mrs. Johnson.) My mother collected china tea cups and saucers and we used these. We had real tea and cookies or crackers with jam. In 2006 she could no longer live alone and I came to live with her. I found a tea shop nearby that served a true English tea and I reinstituted going out for tea. She loved these!
Obviously, a tea party would be the perfect birthday celebration! There was a lot of planning and testing. Lots of things to do to get it all together, but I enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed putting together our outfits, and creating a new parure of earrings and a necklace to finish her look.
The start of June was not encouraging. Rainy and unseasonably cold, my heat went on in the early mornings. Even as late as the 15th it seemed more like April than June. Oy veh. The 20th of June, I woke to a wonderfully sunny but not very hot day. Everything was set up and ready before the guests started to arrive. I scurried around playing hostess, keeping the trays filled and the hot tea, hot. The sun stayed out for the first two hours before drizzle set in followed by rain. But indoors or out, my mother had a blast! She loved the attention, the food, the company. I’m pretty sure she loved the music, too.
She is living in the moment and I have few illusions that she remembers any of it, now. But she had a few hours of joy and celebration, and that is enough to wish for.
May 27th, 2015
The pair of earrings shown here are called “Red Sky.” Sometimes, I also call them “Sailors Delight.” Do you know that rhyme? There are several variations. The one I know goes:
Red sky at night,
Red sky at dawn,
Sailors be warn’d.
I imagine in the distant past, when our coastal ancestors were more in tune with nature, a village wise woman rises early in the morning. She dresses in the dark then shuffles through night cooled sand to the top of the beach. An ethereal light kisses the sky before the sunrise. She peers out to sea. If the sky is red she will warn that a storm is coming up. The catch won’t be good and maybe, if the fishermen are at all careless, lives might be lost. It’s a warning only the foolish will ignore, though everyone who can will still venture out. Every day matters for this seasonal catch.
She returns to the beach in the dim dusk, hoping for a better day on the morrow. The village was fortunate that no one was lost, but the catch, as expected, was not good. Perhaps most of the fish were wise enough to stay in the far depths where the day’s storm couldn’t reach. This day is done and a new one is on its way. She looks out across the water and sees, to her relief, a brilliand red sky. The storm will not plague the village tomorrow.
This is the red sky my earrings depict. They herald a better day. My work does not celebrate the drama of catastrophe but rather the dawn of a planet that is healthy in all possible ways.
I have seen and been delighted by red skies in both morning and evening skies. I love how these colors shift and dance moment by moment. Sometimes reflected in the water, sometimes reflected from cloud to cloud.
How about you? Which red sky, dawn or dusk, have you seen at the beach? Or do you see something else? For my landlocked friends, what do you associate with a red sky? Please leave your comments below.
May 4th, 2015
My Mother Staying Warm
Mothers Day is the 10th of May. It’s coming up fast!
The best gift is one that required consideration, one that will make her smile. The best gift is exceptional.
We almost always gave my Mother jewelry and handmade cards. I recall one year with astonishing clarity. That year, my mother received matching bracelet and earrings. Twisted loops of silver spaced with small white pearls. I never recalled her getting matching pieces before or since though my father often gave her jewelry after that. Perhaps it was because I was so young and my father let me help pick out the bracelet and let us kids say it was from us. We were very young.
My mother loved this gift. Her smile was pure joy.
What memory do the words “Mothers Day” evoke for you? Is it one you recall as a child? One you recall as a parent? Is breakfast in bed involved? Please share your memory with me, in the comments area below.
If something unique, beautiful, and made for longevity is the kind of gift you are looking for, please visit my my Mothers Day webpage.
March 26th, 2015
Autumn Goddess ©2006, Patricia C Vener
I know it’s Spring, but today I want to tell you the story of “Autumn Goddess.” You see her work every Autumn; the affect of her dance through the woods changing green foliage to golds, oranges, reds and deep burnished purples. After her passing, the changed leaves flutter down to carpet the ground in rich hues obrowns, reds, oranges, and yellows. She whistles to the forest birds reminding the migrators of their long trips to warmer climes; reminding those that stay behind to start getting their winter nests in shape. At the start, the days are still warm, even as the nights are crisp.
Winter demands early entry even as Summer refuses to let up her hold. These two came to a compromise leaving Autumn rushing about a much curtailed region.
The whole world is changing. Summer hotter and drier and more widespread. Winter contained but more furious than ever. Plants and animals react, but not always successfully. What will the future bring? Who will survive it?
Are you asking how pale orange, pale green, and rich purple equate to Autumn? The answer goes back to my experiences doing conservation and restoration of works of art on paper. I’ve repaired and restored works by such artists as Jules Cheret, Henri Toulouse-Lautrec, Theophile Steinlein and many others. One of the most well known of these, Alphonse Maria Mucha, made the greatest impression on me with his use of ornament and curvature apparent in every one of his posters and non-religious prints. His use of color could be quite subtle even if when least one color was much richer than the rest.
That’s the effect I explore with this necklace with a choice of colors reminiscent of the late 1800s or early 1900s (the Art Nouveau period). Like Mucha I include subtle colors countered by a splash of something richer.
March 17th, 2015
Do small spaces make you feel confined or do you find them to be cozy?
As a ballerina I need space to move! I need spaciousness to be comfortable. I need to be able to sprawl. Small rooms make me antsy.
As a fine artist I need space to create large pieces and because my art form is bead weaving, I need space not only to spread out but to move my arms. I use very long lengths of thread on my needles and pulling them through the stitches is a lot like dancing.
Nonetheless, I started out with the idea that my studio could be anywhere I felt like working. Not a good idea. I had to clean up even if the work wasn’t finished. (Family likes to eat at the dining room table.)
There is a room off the kitchen that I had been using as a mini living room where I could comfortably ensconce my mother so she could watch tv or nap and still be in sight. (She has Alzheimers Disease and I am caring for her at home.) But it’s not a warm room in winter and she had become very sensitive to lower temperatures.
Clearly the universe was telling me that it was time for a dedicated studio. One that is roomy and bright. And this is the brightest room in the house! Even in Winter, sunlight sweeps in. Perfect!
Having a dedicated studio has allowed me to work in sunlight, to have supplies and equipment close at hand. I love being in my studio, even with the almost last vestige of livingroom-ness – my brother-in-law’s reclining chair – taking up a large bit of space. Which actually makes reading and researching in there very inviting.
Having the right place to work makes everything flow. There are shelves for books and display. There’s a bay window for my plants (and more display). There’s an air conditioner behind my materials storage cases (in the Summer the storage cases will go across the room in front of the baseboard heater). The kitchen is right over there! I have it made!
Let’s get to work!
March 9th, 2015
“Lace Me Up” started out as a response to a challenge. It became the response to more than one chalenge including the crash of a large wall mirror in the middle of the night.
The first challenge was an external one: choose one of the couture gowns from a collection and create a work of jewelry art based on that. I chose a piece that used colors outside my preferences. Greys, neutrals, and black. A limited palette, perhaps, but these closely related hues encourage a focus on subtlety.
My next decision was to reflect the lacy appearance of the fabrics used in the gown’s construction. By chance I owned two cabochons of Mexican lace agate. These, with their rock hard lacy appearance, would be the focal point of my new work.
I chose to work the main body in bead netting using black seed beads with an occasional grey bead for tonal interest. This part of the work was the most time consuming and arduous.
And then; disaster! It’s 3:00 AM when a horrible crashing wakes me. Has a car crashed into my house? My heart is racing. I throw off my blankets and scramble room to room when suddenly I see my living room floor covered in shards of glass. One of the mirrors glued to the wall over the fireplace has collapsed and shattered everywhere, taking with it old family photos, vintage glassware, an old glass lamp, a painting I’d done at 18, and my necklace. I went back to bed thankful that my house was intact. It was enough to encourage me to recreate the massive capelet of bead netted lace.
I invite you to read the full story is on my website,Lace Me Up on its own page.
February 9th, 2015
There’s a new page on my website just in time for Valentines Day. While red is my favorite color, I didn’t limit the page to only red earrings.
Green and Purple earrings made by Patricia C Vener
When I create my large works I get a lot of beads to work with. And I almost always end up with a few beads left over. These are my orphan beads. What to do?
Dramatic Midnight Blue earrings made by Patricia C Vener
These earrings feature the orphan beads along with Bali silver and sterling silver. These are beaded earrings though not bead woven. In some cases, I do some simple wire wrapping to add a bit more flair. I love making these because they don’t take hours and hours to make. I can see the results the same day I start them! Just like my larger, bead woven works, every pair of these earrings is unique.
Mist and Bronze by Patricia C Vener
Some of these orphans are quite old, “vintage” beads, in other words. This bead is a handmade lampwork bead that has the appearance of porcelein. Some artisan sat before a flame, shaping and adding sparkly colors so a future artist could add more beauty to the world.
“None of these examples are red,” you complain. “Don’t you have any red earrings?” you ask.
I do. To see these please visit my special Valentines Day earring page and scroll down towards the bottom.
April 1st, 2014
It’s time to rebel against the unnatural short green carpet that infects almost every neighborhood in the USA. Unless you have kids playing in the yard (and for sure you want to be able to keep an eye on them) or want a place for badminton and croquet, there’s no good reason to be like everyone else.
How about alternatives, like flowers? I love flowers and ground covers along with stone paths, maybe some small sculptures. And ornamental grasses. And dandelions. I like dandelions. But nothing that needs a lot of specialized care because I’m a busy lady! My yard isn’t that big so maybe it won’t take too long to to transform it into a floral jungle. Let’s be judgmental. Lawn or no lawn?
Reasons against having a lawn
* Has to be mowed. A lot.
* Grasses are delicate and usually not native. If they are good for heat, they crumble in cold. Or drought.
* Boring. Yes, this is my own value judgment. They are all green.
* Pervasive. Everyone and all the golf courses have them.
* Beautiful chaos!
Reasons to have a lawn
* Playground at home! Great for lawn games.
* Easy care. Drop some seeds or sod, feed, water, wait for growth.
* Don’t have to plan a garden.
* Everyone has a lawn.
* They look neat (when mowed).
What’s your take on this debate? Do you have photos of gardens that you love (or would love to have)? I’d love it if you would share these with me on a Pinterest Pinboard that I have created. If you are not on Pinterest yet, follow my Pinterest link and join. Then send me your information and I will invite you to add your pins to my garden board.
March 18th, 2014
Do you like antique and vintage jewelry? I do, I can’t resist a good sparkle that can be given a new life. These treasures usually come in lots with other pieces that don’t have as much to say to me. It seems these less loved pieces have begun to pile up so that I now have a trove of vintage jewelry that I know other artists and artisans can love and use. As well, there are a few pieces I’m going to give to Clelian Adult Day Center. They can use them as prizes for bingo and other games. It’s a good way to pay them back as they give such good care to my mother and other elderly people with illnesses that can otherwise lower a person’s quality of life.
And I can use the storage space that will be freed up. I have four images and that’s not even everything. Here’s just some of the earrings. I have posted 10 pictures to Pinterest. The whole collection/lot is for sale for $35.00 plus $12.00 for USPS Priority Mail shipping. If you want these, hit reply and reserve them.
Vintage Earrings Looking for Good Home
February 20th, 2014
Well, it is to me, anyway. Today I learned that not everyone wants to make art.
A young person was telling me how her sister, who studies medical management, had to take an art class and she hated it because it held no interest for her. We tend to think everyone loves art, but in fact everyone doesn’t. What a shock. I knew there were people who felt they couldn’t do art but I’d never contemplated anyone actually disliking art.
Or perhaps it was the fact that she had to pay for the class and spend a whole semester at it when her goals are very focused on something else.
Do universities have an obligation to require studies outside a person’s major? I think so, but given the economics and narrow focus of today, perhaps these other courses could be made more relevant. Perhaps she could have been offered an art appreciation course or a course in medical art. Or forensic art. Those might have resonated with the medical aspect of this young lady’s mindset and given her the taste of creativity the course designers probably intended.