by Valores Moon | Nov 7, 2014 | The Space Between
Who received her starter kit in the mail yesterday? It’s me! Beautiful paper samples, papery bits and paper tape. Definitely Paperlove(ly). I also managed to meanwhile rearrange my studio and I think I am ready to start. It seems that I need a fresh start with every project. To get myself properly in the paper zone, I chose to do a paper project for my  7-year old art student Elizoe. Our mission: Creativity Preservation. It was wonderful. She is wonderful really, I am just lucky to be a witness.
I am working on my main project today for Week 1: Paper. The project is to make a journal or an even better word for it as per the assignment instructions –  a receptacle. I’ve done the texture exercise this morning and it was great fun to just work with paper. No glue, no paint. Just paper. I love the outcome. I love the textures, the possibilities and the whiteness of it all.
Week 1: Paper – Texture
Will be getting on with my receptacle now. I wish you a beautiful weekend!
PS. I will be celebrating my 5th wedding anniversary tonight with my lovely husband. I am a lucky girl x
by Valores Moon | Nov 3, 2014 | The Space Between
It’s Monday and I am in paper-heaven. I am starting a course by Paperphilia called Paperlove. I will be sharing my adventure here on the blog. Can’t wait to dig in.
Paper around me list
by Valores Moon | Oct 2, 2013 | Creativity, Creativity Preservation, Inspiration, Process, The Space Between
Be wild; that is how to clear the river.
The river does not flow in polluted,
we manage that.
The river does not dry up,
we block it.
If we want to allow it its freedom,
we have to allow our ideational lives
to be let loose,
to stream,
letting anything come,
initially censoring nothing.
That is creative life.
It is made up of divine paradox.
To create one must be willing to be stone stupid,
to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and
spill rubies from one’s mouth.
Then the river will flow,
then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.
-Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estès
by Valores Moon | Apr 26, 2013 | Art, Creativity, Interconnectedness, Interconnectedness, Mixed Media, Painting, Soul-Searching
When I go through the world, I notice that everything has its own pulse – the people, the plants, the trees, the animals, the birds – and if we get quiet enough we can hear each other’s drumbeat. If we keep listening we’ll move to the same rhythm.
Do you notice that?
In my art when I try to find this drumbeat, this pulse, this spirit – I try to find something that connects me to others, my culture to other cultures, my mind to my body. I mostly use an object that I can hold in my hand which I will then photograph and use in a collage repeat on canvas. As an example: I used a smoking pipe in my series “Pipes”.
The Sioux tribe believes that a smoking pipe, Calumet, represents Creation.
The Stem is a symbol for masculinity and the animal world. The Chamber stands for the femininity and the plant world. The smoke represents the prayers that go up to the gods. I then selected a calabash pipe to connect my world to the world of the Sioux tribe. The pipe pieces made for a beautiful collage and gave my series the heartbeat of creation and its beings. Sometimes, if a new painting in a different series would relate to the earth and its beings (a.k.a. have the same heartbeat), I would use the pipe as a foundation again like in this painting.
Other objects that I’ve used as collages to form a painting’s drumbeat include words, buttons, scissors, irons, labyrinths, knits, hands and even complete paintings of mine.
Have a look around you and spot the drumbeat that speaks to you.
Keep connecting!
Liesel x
by Valores Moon | Mar 13, 2013 | Art, Joy, On wings, Painting, Soul-Searching, Stories, The Space Between
In my bedroom hangs an unfinished painting.
Every night when I go to bed, I look at it and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It makes me think of..
is it the veil of a bride?
or is it a waterfall that covers up immense beauty still to be discovered?
or is it a hidden city where the buildings are rooted to the ground like plants with bridges leading to…I don’t know where.
Some days it makes me think of one of my favourite things. Rain. When it rains so much and hard that I can’t see through the rain-curtain that rolls from the roof. I don’t know what will be left after the rain. It’s so loud that I can’t hear what the person next to me says. It’s just me and the rain and what I know to be true behind the veil.
I wait.
I wait to see what will still be true after the rain.
I search in anticipation to see what I need to see and then I fall asleep.
In waking up I fall in love with the piece all over again.
In love with the delicateness in the give and take of the colours that look different and new again in the light that the morning brings.
In love with the lightness that I feel.
In love with the little imperfections that reminds me that there is room for change.
That reminds me that nothing is permanent. Everything is permanent until it’s not. Not to me any longer.
After the rain, my truth (that always has room to) changes. I am no longer who I was before the rain. It’s a new day.
