Tag Archives: art

the edges.

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no photos. please.

 

‘I think the best pictures are often on the edges of any situation,

I don’t find photographing the situation nearly as interesting as photographing the edges.

-william albert allard

‘life is a collage of events, really.’ – mohanlal

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for those of you who’ve followed, read, or commented on my posts over the years

 I’ve finally put my finger on my ‘writing style’

it’s collage

and no surprise to anyone who knows me outside of the blogging world

it goes along with the creative outlets I’ve always enjoyed

making cards, books, and art

using pieces of things I’ve found, read, and collected in the world

it’s simply a matter of combining

images, thoughts, prose, quotes, poetry, music, and ideas

that generally don’t begin together

but once gathered

looked at in new ways

rearranged mixed and shuffled

like a puzzle with no absolute solution

suddenly seeming to belong together

to bring new meaning

when combined into a whole

my blog is the same

but the difference is

 rather than being made of anything concrete

 it’s abstract

it’s a mix of electronic media

 it can vanish into the ethernet at any time.

like all of life

it’s about making connections.

and having lived a while

I suppose I am a bit of a collage myself.

 

 “every art I do is a collage.”

-santigold

glass.

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a neighbor’s lovely collection

 

“always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.”

-h. jackson brown, jr.

art is.

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“this is my mom.”

 

“art is the elimination of the unnecessary.” 
-pablo picasso

glitter library.

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glitter library.

two words you don’t often find together.

how could i pass this up?

whoever named this is brilliant

it’s sure to bring a little sparkle to my home

la casita pacifica was just waiting for this

and didn’t even know it. 

“I could see myself as a glitter hippie.”

-Kylie Minogue

 

a special kind.

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a little girl

who was once my student

and still a friend of mine

opened up a treasure chest

to show me

one piece of clothing after another

that she created all on her own

after teaching herself to sew

and I couldn’t be more proud.

magic.

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a little magic to wow us at the beginning of the Ann Arbor art fair
“the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
― w.b. yeats

impression.

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walking on the sidewalk

finding imprints

left behind by leaves

on what was once wet cement

 

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“It’s not the impression you make, it’s the impression you leave.”

-marlyn schwartz, author

speakeasy.

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whenever I’ve visited my friends’ lake house in the irish hills of michigan, there has never been a shortage of lakes and trees to be enjoyed. on one recent visit they took me on a walk through a very special place that I’d been wanting to see since hearing about it. at first impression it appears to be a beautiful, rolling, wide open natural space, but there is much more to it than first meets the eye.

once known as aiden lair, and now known as mccourtie park, it was formerly the 42-acre estate of herb mccourtie, a cement magnate. its trademark is its concrete bridges artistically handcrafted to resemble wooden structures. a visionary who loved architecture for art’s sake, mccourtie showed the versatility and beauty of the product he manufactured in 17 bridges that he commissioned to be created on his property using the 19th-century lost art of “el trabajo rustico” (the rustic work) in faux bois (imitation wood).

for more than 10 years, two mexican artists, george cardoso and ralph corona, created the bridges that span the creek on the property, as well as two concrete trees that cleverly hide the chimneys to his rathskeller. the bridges were individually created from wet mortar to resemble ropes and logs simulating native trees, such as oak, walnut, cherry, birch and beech. the intricate details include knots, insect holes, saw cuts, wood grain and even moss, lichen and beetle holes. an elaborate system of underground wires provided lights on and under some of the bridges. in addition, he created two huge pools, one for use as a swimming pool and the other as a fishing pond for his guests’ enjoyment.

(stills hidden in the cement ‘trees’ mixed among the natural trees)

known for giving lavish parties, he hosted a homecoming celebration every year that drew thousands of people to aiden lair to witness stunt flyers and enjoy baseball, local musicians, dancing and free refreshments. in the underground garage and rathskeller he created, he threw all-night poker parties that were attended by the likes of detroit auto baron henry ford.

throughout its history, the park has been the subject of rumors and legends. mccourtie’s rathskeller, which features a large bar, fieldstone fireplace, and vault, is rumored to have been a speakeasy during prohibition and a stopping point for al capone and other gangsters who bootlegged whiskey from chicago to detroit on U.S. 12.

it’s also been rumored that there are tunnels under the park property that served as stations for runaway southern slaves on the underground railroad. some people have reported sightings of a ghostly “lady in blue” strolling the grounds in old-fashioned clothing.

(a peek into the window of what used to be the ‘rathskeller’ – a bit creepy now)

in 1991, mccourtie park was named to the state register of historic sites by the michigan historical commission. the next year, it was added to the national register of historic places by the national park service.

 

 

“prohibition has made nothing but trouble.”

-al capone 

 

 

 

 

 

source: mlive

storybook trail.

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such a wonderful discovery made

when walking in a park near my daughter’s house

an illustrated storybook trail

with pages spread throughout the woods

placed there by the village and the local library

a perfect pairing.

“we tell stories in order to feel at home in the universe.”
— Roger Bingham, British science communicator, writer, public television producer and host