Bicycled 10 miles this morning. I wanted to go further, but I have projects due for my sound design class. Currently, I am working on a multimedia artwork that incorporates my photography with personal narrative. I've gestated this work for a long time. I've been taking photographs as part of my creative process for years. However, this is the first time that I'm using photography as a primary medium for self expression. I'm excited for where this process is taking me.
Spirit work, as I practice seeing...This photograph captured with my vintage Nikon lens takes my breath away...In that moment, I was looking toward the light...
I'm in the midst of creating new work. As part of my creative process, I am reflecting on older works. This was part of my Spreading Centers series artist statement.
I'm in a thrilling place with my running practice. Taking my run off-road onto the field, backwoods and expansive open fields that are all around me has set my spirit free! The run is harder, yet my body does not feel the brunt of the impact. I feel myself getting stronger. I've been researching the benefits of grass running. I will continue to train this way for the half marathon I have coming up in December.
Took this photo during my run yesterday afternoon. The temperature was brisk at 41 degrees. Still, I wore my running skirt and compression socks. I love my new Nike neoprene running jacket. I swear by Nike running apparel. It's the best. Ran off road on the open fields; I felt like a mustang...
One of 200 handmade ceramic tiles from the April Tony Moore Wood Firing in Coldspring, NY. I am ecstatic about the results. This is the beginning of a long creative process that will culminate in thousands of handmade sculptural tiles for a large scale installation I am working on. So, there are many, many more wood firings, gas reduction and alternative firings to go. The beauty rests within the process...Patience....Gratitude...
After both the anagama and noborigama were completely unloaded. Tony engaged everyone in a discussion of the kiln results. Tony described the particulars of the firing process, as well as the unique challenges that contributed to what was most unique about the April firing. Tony encouraged everyone to share special glazing and surface results.
It was my first time participating in an unloading from beginning to end. I found it to be incredibly educational. I was excited to see so much amazing work with breathtaking results. I am already looking forward to the July firing.
The anagama and noborigama were unloaded systematically; the pots were laid out on pallets according to where they were originally placed inside the kiln. Therefore, one could see the atmospheric effects on the works.
One of my fellow crew members at the Tony Moore April Wood Firing Kiln Unloading. That's me in the background!
Unloading the anagram and noborigama involves cleaning of the kiln shelves and bricks...That makes for lots of dust and flying particles. Therefore, gloves and masks are essential gear.
Seth pictured here working on cleaning off the kiln bricks. Seth is a ceramic teacher from Brooklyn. His sculptures were amazing.
Shelita Birchett Benash with Tony Moore, sculptor and kiln master. I've learned so much in the year that I've been firing with Tony. I've met so many amazingly gifted potters and sculptors. I've been able to experience a sense of community, creativity and sharing with potters and sculptors from near and far. Catherine Thomas drives down regularly from Canada!
While I rehab my running injury and heal; I will walk...
I am still running. I've been running every day since Thanksgiving 2015. It is now, January 6, 2016. I've also been taking nature photographs during my runs here in Upstate NY. I'm in the midst of a creative cleanse. I am distilling.
The only game changer in this equation is me.
TRADITIONAL JAPANESE HAIGA CONSISTS OF A HAIKU POEM PAIRED WITH AN INK BRUSH PAINTING. HAIGA IS VERY MUCH ASSOCIATED WITH BASHO. FIVE YEARS AGO, I BEGAN PRACTICING THE WRITING OF A DAILY HAIKU. I ALSO TOOK NATURE PHOTOGRAPHS DAILY. I CONSIDERED THE PAIRING OF MY NATURE PHOTOGRAPHS ALONG WITH MY HAIKU, AS A MODERN INTERPRETATION OF JAPANESE HAIGA. I'VE RECENTLY, BEGUN SHOOTING SHORT NATURE VIDEOS ON MY IPHONE 6 PLUS. I FIND THE VIDEOS AMAZINGLY PEACEFUL AND BEAUTIFUL TO LISTEN TO AND WATCH. I'M CAPTURED BY THE SOUNDS OF SERENITY. THe CREATIVE PRACTICE of writing haiku, taking nature photgraphs and short nature videos, centers me and FEEDS MY WORKing procress in other medias.
Took a walk in the back woods. The ice was a foot deep in places; it creaked but did not give way. Frozen. The snow came later. Spring 2015 made her entrance in a snow white ball gown. Glistening icicles swung from her ears.
strangled roots yawning
oak in repose her head splayed
tangled in the arms
of her much younger lover
eternally kneeling kiss
Took a walk into the backwoods today. The call of the birds was happy. Their chorus was a welcome change from winter's biting silence. Felt the crunch of frozen grass in some spots. Still, the sun was finally warm and the stream was flowing clear. Then, I saw them fallen. There were several massive trees wrenched from the earth. I imagined the weight from heavy snow and ice cracking their branches. I wondered if they fell together, as if giving up. The massive half moon wall of tangled dirt and roots jutting into the air, frightened me a little. The sight of ripped out roots was violent. The cavernous icy hole left behind seeming ready to swallow an unsuspecting soul into hell. I was drawn to the tree corpse. My eyes traveled the long trunk up to its glorious branches, it appeared as if god herself had fainted with her arms above her head. I felt small and vulnerable. I looked up to see if another might collapse onto me. I was respectful and sad for one hundred years lost. I walked on, slowing down. As I got closer to the tree's halo branches, my perspective shifted. I saw how the soft earth cradled her. The truth of impermanence laid out bare. The fallen tree was not dead, it had taken a new form there on the forest floor where it would live on for another ten thousand years, as it gave itself back to the earth in beautiful decay.