HAPPY FACE IKEBANA

 Saturday. 30’s, Bone cold, windy, misty rain.

Dearest Readers,

I’ve turned into a sprig and twig thief. I’m loving the thrill of snipping a rogue shoot or breaking off a length of vine or dried berries right out in the open, and casually walking away with my treasure. On my walks my eyes imagine flower arrangements wherever I look. It’s becoming an addiction. Today I snatched a dogwood twig from a pile of discarded clippings on the street. The evergreen branch below was quickly snapped from a bush at the Decatur Post Office, and the nandina berries came from a neighbor's bush. (I'm guilty!)

Version 1

Here is my first attempt at Nageire Ikebana, or “tall container plant life arranging”. Up to this point I’ve been doing Moribana style in low dishes with the plants supported on weighted pin holders. This grouping in the pudgy pottery pitcher is simple, but I think a good first step. I feel like I’m learning my A-B-C’s, and this is maybe D-E- and F. What do you think?

Inside this little pot I’ve inserted some cross braces made out of sticks below the water level, and tight against the walls. This allows the plants to be supported near the top of the container, and cascade down over the side. I manipulated the evergreen by bending and curving the stem by hand. In this version the dogwood branch on the left is too straight.

Version 2

 In version two I relaxed the dogwood with a slight angle, and removed a couple redundant shoots. I added the happy face on a wooden skewer to humanize the piece. The arrangement is for a sick friend, so I felt it needed some humor and less calculated posing. I’m “happy” with it.

NESTING

Dearest Readers,
It was windy and cold today, with a piercing, steely sun. Yesterday was doused in rain.

The Underground Nest-tulle netting, cotton threads, glass beads and acrylic-8 1/2" x 6" x 4 1/4"

I long to curl up in an underground nest, to hibernate in a warm, hidden burrow lined in cotton threads. I dug a deep hole last summer, and climbed back out on a ladder. Now I long to tunnel down horizontally and sleep, protected from the weather and the ways of the surface world. I fashioned this little nest-ish pouch
to satisfy this yearning.

IN MEMORIUM

 Tuesday. Sunny, Breezy. 57 degrees at dusk. Ground saturated after two days of rain

 Dearest Readers,

 The school shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut created a vacuum in my heart. I’m thinking a lot about those 20 first graders, 6 teachers and staff mowed down by Adam Lanza, another loner kid with military style guns on a rampage. The motive is still unclear. I also mourn for his mother, the first victim he killed while she slept in their shared home. She is often left out of the official death count when commentators discuss what happened. Here are two living memorials I made today to the memory of those who died. The first features 27 dried liriope berries–one for each of the victims. The second uses a milkweed pod with 27 silky seeds bursting forth. You can click on each image to enlarge.

In Memorium #1_27 liriope berries, cedar sprig, baby pine cones on white porcelain plate 12.18.2012

In Memorium #2_27 milkweed seeds, milkweed pod, vine around white porcelain plate 12.18.2012

 Finally, I feel the need to affirm life. Here are my three grandchildren who do not know about the school killings. May they live their lives to the fullest. I am happy to learn that my fourth grandchild is on the way.

Jack Ercin 4, at my house 12.16.2012

Rosie Ercin 2, at my house this Sunday 12.16.2012

Roman Proft 4, Fort Greene Park, Brooklyn, NY, May 2012

EARTH, TUNNELS AND IKEBANA

Sunday: Cloudy, Warm. Low 70’s. Rain possible tonight and tomorrow. 

Cecelia Kane Digging the Hole-August, 2012-West Rutland, Vermont

Dearest Readers,

Over the past six months I’ve been on a spiritual journey with the earth. I harbor an existential, intuitive knowing that soil, rocks, roots and the process of digging down below the surface of the visible world holds a golden key to my awakening. Last summer I dug a deep hole at the Carving Studio in Vermont. I blogged about my thoughts as I delved into the soil that my ancestors may have seen or walked upon in the mid 1800’s. They are buried a mere four miles from my hole site.

Right now I’m somewhere in a mental tunnel between the lower earth and the surface. This is not a scary thing. Digging down, not climbing up is my source of inspiration. This week I began creating small sculptural burrows inspired by drawings of holes and tunnels that I had created in preparation for last summer’s hole-dig. Here are the first two, and the drawings that they are based upon.

Red Hole and Black Nest

Red Hole

White hole

White Tunnel

Ikebana has also entered my life, kicking in the door and diverting my attention to the groundscape, and the plants along my daily walk route. Ikebana is the art of Japanese flower arrangement–a sparse, stripped down, asymmetrically meditative approach to presenting nature in a dish. I was asked to help at an Ikebana weekend workshop a month ago. After assisting the teacher, I was free each day to attend the classes. My Western mind cracked open and the light of Eastern philosophy and aesthetics poured in.  Each arrangement embodies elements of heaven, earth and humanity, along with “assistant” flowers who bend to the three main triangular-positioned plants. Much time, observation and consideration goes into placing and trimming back the elements of each arrangement. One must not be afraid to cut off leaves to accentuate a beautifully curved stem. It parallels the Buddhist ideas of non-attachment and finding the flow. I leave you, readers, with a few beginning samples of my Ikebana arrangements.  I gathered all live materials from yard detritus, or plants growing on empty lots, near boarded up stores or in my backyard.
Reminder: You can click on each picture for an enlargement.

Ikebana #1-White Basin

Ikebana #2-Green Basin

Ikebana #3-Small Scalloped Container

Fall Ikebana #4-White Basin

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Final Hole Lined in Marble-August 2012-West Rutland, Vermont

Interior View with lashed Ladder and Deep Lower Hole

 

A-Z ROSIE’S ALPHABET BOOK IS PUBLISHED

Weather: 43˚ when I woke up. Rising to 73˚. Wah-hoo!
Dearest Readers,

Rosie’s Alphabet Book is finished and published. I uploaded the text and images Thursday night to blurb.com. In two weeks one printed book at a reasonable price is due at my doorstep.
Copies and a preview of each page will be available online after December 15^th at my "bookstore" http://www.blurb.com/user/store/CeceliaCece

As a refugee from years in the printing, advertising and graphic design worlds, this is a miracle. In the late 70’s I was doing paste up and mechanicals...literally gluing printed type on boards and making photostats (PMTs) of solid “line” images (usually black and white) or cutting amberlith plastic squares to position pictures that the pre-press area would “strip” in after the pictures had been split into 4 pieces of screened film by a color separator into dots of cyan, magenta, yellow and black. (cmyk). In the 90’s and in my 50’s, I struggled to learn the digital revolution, and I’m glad I did. I’m not a computer graphic genius, but I have my feet firmly on the computer room floor.

So here are the final letters where I left off: S-Z, plus a revised J image and rhyme.

At the bottom of the blog is a newly completed self-portrait and quilted vintage portrait hankie.

J is for your brother Jack
Who likes to climb trees
in the front yard or back.

S is for sound
That comes to your ear.
It could be a train
Or a plane that you hear.

 

T is for train
With the blocks and the whistle.
I can't think of a rhyme,
So I've added a thistle.

 

U is umbrella
That's inside out,
Blown by the wind
And tossed about.

V is for Vespa,
A motor scooter,
That makes so much noise
You might like to mute her.

W is for wagon
That's red and plastic.
Rosie likes to ride in it–
She thinks it's fantastic.

X marks the spot
Where a picture should be.
I'm sorry to say
There is nothing to see.

Y stands for Yowie!
A happy sound.
You might shout it high,
Or low on the ground.

Z is for Zebra
The alphabet's friend.
We need her to bring
This book to an end.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, DEAR ROSIE!
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New Self-Portrait #27-Unsure

New quilted hankie portrait-#38-Feeling Reborn

 

MORE FUN WITH A-B-C’s AND RHYMING POETRY

Weather:  Cool, breezy, dim. 50 degrees at 4pm. Threatening rain.

Dearest Readers,

We left off in my last blog with letter I (for i-phone). Ready for more?

Granddaughter Rosie’s Alphabet Book has grown from J through R.

 J is for your brother Jack

Who rode his bike

Around the track.

K is for kangaroo

Flying a kite.

Baby Roo in her pouch is holding on tight.

 L is for Linda

Your pretty mother,

Who loves you and Jack

Like no other.

M is for the monkey face

Smiling on Jack’s hoodie.

If he was real

I think he’d play

With you Rosie,

...Could he?

N is for Ni-Ne

A grandma so rare,

Who likes to wear

Plastic clips in her hair.

O is for Osman

Who is your Daddy

He’s strong and kind

And a little chatty.

P is for Pig

Who spends her time

Rooting for food

With her nose in the slime.

Q is for Quack–

The sound of a duck,

Not the bark of a dog

Or the honk of a truck.

R is for Rosie

For whom I took

The time to make

This Alphabet Book.

A-B-C’s AND BAD POETRY

Weather:  Cooler today. Low 60’s. Cloudy and damp-ish.  The return to regular time is messing with my head.

Dearest Readers,

I woke up at 5:48 am, which is now called 4:48 on the standard time clock. It will take a few days for my body to slide back into this regular time frame. I’ll miss the predawn moon and the thick stars. Why do the morning stars outshine the thin-skinned bunch at bedtime? Seriously...at 10:00pm in old time, (two nights ago), just a few sickly stars struggled to shine through the clear, dark sky. The next morning before dawn the same dark sky was full of stars. Hmmm.

I’m making an alphabet book on blurb.com for my two year old granddaughter, Rosie for Christmas.

I’m enjoying the silliness of creating nincompoop drawings and bad-but-cute rhyming poetry to accompany each letter on a page. Ever have the urge to let loose and be a little foolish?

Here are nine crazy creatures I’ve completed so far.
 (P.S. My grandma name is Ni-ne). 

A is for Alfie

He’s strong and he’s quick.

He likes to greet friends

With a bark and a lick.

 B is for Betty

Feisty and small,

Who yelps whenever

Ni-ne comes to call.

 C is a cockatiel named Dudley.

He’s cute and yellow

But not very cuddly.

 D is for Ducky

Who floats in the tub,

Like the three men of old

Who sang rub-a-dub-dub.

E is for Etta

Who has a long nose.

She likes to play outside

With Ni-ne and Rose.

F is for Felix

Shiny and black,

Who swims round and round,

Forward and back.

 G is for goat

Who munches all day

On grass and weeds,

Branches and hay.

H is for hydrant

With a hippo on top,

Who spins and dances

And hates to stop.

 I is for i-phone

Full of apps

For games and weather,

And GPS maps.