Specifics

The BIG world is thriving in a shifting slipstream of response. We grapple with ideas of identity as personal, and global. Indeed, a world much bigger than ours but most deliberately built in real houses, real hearts. We acknowledge the parallels of practice as mother artists, as well as our differences. We fine tune tag lines and collect quotes, shuffle postcard designs and share blogs, websites and endless research. We make decisions on form, structure and future with a new attention.

on Nov 17, 2010

Kids creating worlds

My seven and a half year old sits behind me on a Sunday morning plotting and sketching new worlds. Today it is Rubber World, where the sky, grass, and everything (except fire) is made of tiny rubbers -… tiny mushroom rubbers are the heros newly born setting out on their adventure to rid the bully from Rubber world.the

on Nov 14, 2010

The Mother Artist

The BIG world is thriving in a shifting slipstream of response. We grapple with ideas of identity as personal, and global. Indeed, a world much bigger than ours but most deliberately built in real houses, real hearts. We acknowledge the parallels of practice as mother artists, as well as our differences. We fine tune tag lines and collect quotes, shuffle postcard designs and share blogs, websites and endless research. We make decisions on form, structure and future with a new attention.

on Nov 9, 2010

On the day before Autumn: lina and lotta

Lina and lotta are not sisters, nor are those their real names. They are mothers and their children play in the same street in different countries.

On the day before autumn, Lina and Lotta hitched layer coloured skirts and took whisper steps to a new river. “I will find you there under pebbles and ash and pull you out from the other side of the world, earth covered and brave from the journey” said Lotta to her first born child. The child was a girl and had been wanting to land in Waterlore for many moons. She drew maps of imaginary treasure to pass the time until her mother was finally ready to catch her. And then, with strings loose all around her that held tight to her thoughts and dreams she dived into the future and into the arms of Lotta who wept and sighed and sank in awe at her wonderous girlchild. Lina’s six small boys took immediate charge of spearing the way and softening the ground for the new tiny star. One brave boy for each continent…

Grumpilina and Grumpilotta could hardly speak for the weight of time on their shoulders. the space between each vertebrae was filled with feast and war and spirit and famine. Celebrations lined their fingers and disapointment hid behind their knees. Passion stuck to their ribs, and love was layered in the palms of their hands.  Memory was mixed up with each miniture cup of coffee they drank, as their conversation was carried along fine winds and shorelines to join their far away tables close together.
Their proximity and postion was interchangeable and instantaneous. They could be in two places at once.

on Nov 9, 2010

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