Dusty Hair

The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me. When the leaders were older than me I could believe in their wisdom, I could believe they had transcended rage and malice and the need to be loved. Now I know better. I look at the faces in newspapers, in magazines, and wonder: what greeds, what furies drive them on?

—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via fewthistle)

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Packing up and using boxes I’ve had since my move from FL!!

Packing up and using boxes I’ve had since my move from FL!!

My reclaim bucket … ‘Nuff said!

My reclaim bucket … ‘Nuff said!

Found these in a damp box!  So sad that I forgot about them … Oh well!  reclaim will allow them to live new lives! :)

Found these in a damp box! So sad that I forgot about them … Oh well! reclaim will allow them to live new lives! :)

Last firing in Edinboro for this gal … Electric #2 you’ve been a good friend!

Last firing in Edinboro for this gal … Electric #2 you’ve been a good friend!

2D/3D practice

2D/3D practice

Drawing on clay!!

Drawing on clay!!

Wall tile #2 wip!

Wall tile #2 wip!

Wall tile attempt #1

Wall tile attempt #1

Have you seen the photos from my Thesis exhibition in May?  If not, head on over to my website and check them out!!

Insomnia is turning my sketchbook into a cacophony of disparate images and ideas!  Best to just keep sketching until it all makes sense!

Insomnia is turning my sketchbook into a cacophony of disparate images and ideas! Best to just keep sketching until it all makes sense!

jonyorkblog:

Martin Usborne
Dogs in Cars, 2010

The following text entitled The Silence of Dogs in Cars accompanies the artist’s series:

“I was once left in a car at a young age. I don’t know when or where or for how long, possibly at the age of four, perhaps outside a supermarket, probably for fifteen minutes only. The details don’t matter. The point is that I wondered if anyone would come back. The fear I felt was strong: in a child’s mind it is possible to be alone forever.

Around the same age I began to feel a deep affinity with animals – in particular their plight at the hands of humans. I saw a TV documentary that included footage of a dog being put in a plastic bag and being kicked. What appalled me most was that the dog could not speak back.

I should say that I was a well-loved child and never abandoned and yet it is clear that both these experiences arose from the same place deep inside me: a fear of being alone and unheard.

When I started this project I knew the photos would be dark. In a sense, I was attempting to go back inside my car, to re-experience what I couldn’t bear as a child. What I didn’t expect was to see so many subtle reactions by the dogs: some sad, some expectant, some angry, some dejected. It was as if upon opening up a box of grey-coloured pencils I was surprised to see so many shades inside.

There is life in the darkest places inside us.”

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With soft rain outside and earthy smells wafting through the windows, it smells a lot like Penland here in PA … Sweet dreams everyone!

With soft rain outside and earthy smells wafting through the windows, it smells a lot like Penland here in PA … Sweet dreams everyone!