Cast Signing New Sculpture

Dear Art Lover,

     Every cast should be signed or decorated, yes?  Share the love for faster healing and all that jazz!  I was fortunate enough to have two Italian children that I sometimes get to have fun with visit [they live in a different village from me] and show me the colors!  They came over with their parents and my landlord to pick some of the latter’s cherries.

     The next day I woke with an idea for a new sculpture and got started on the 5^th of June.  I only share the date since people often ask me how long it takes to make one of my artworks.  I usually do not know since I rarely work consistently on one piece at a time.  Anyway, my handwriting with my left hand is legible, but not always pretty or controlled.  I think painting and drawing are out for a while.  Sculpture tools are too dangerous, even if just dropping them.  Plastilina is an oil-based clay that never dries out.  3-dimensions is quite complicated to do [building the armature], so that left bas-relief.

 

     I pulled out one of my larger drawing boards and the sand bags I made for my stone carving.  I used wood and a wooden palette to trace shapes on my board for the outer edge size of my future composition.  And applied the clay with my left hand.  It may never be great, but at least it is progress on a foundation.

     We did the cast signing on Nori’s tractor.  There was nowhere else for the kids to sit or me rest my forearm for them to draw on. After that and cherry-picking, I had to show them the proper ways to enjoy passion flowers, such as enhancing one’s eyelashes.  You have done this, too, no?

    

Peace, 

Kelly Borsheim, artist

Introducing New Art: Passages - Morocco

Cari Amici (Dear Friends),

I feel grateful for a great many things, but mostly my ability, through you, to live my life and explore the world and our humanity through artistic eyes. In 2012, I traveled to Morocco. Alone.

In truth, most of my experiences in Morocco just made me feel isolated and lonesome. It was difficult to have a real conversation with anyone (it seemed only men who wanted to interact; women just smiled shyly or spoke as little as possible to me). Most interactions I had ended with a request for money or sex.

Many of these exchanges were mild and it was easy to disentangle myself. The one on the bus from Essaouira was the worst I experienced there. I was unaware at the time, but I had started to come down with the fever and chills that one can catch from eating or drinking something not particularly healthy. I simply thought that I was tired and had fallen into a deep sleep on the bus, leaning against the window. I awoke about an hour later because . . .

If you would like to hear more about this dubious adventure, as well as see my new body of artwork in pastel and charcoal, please visit the online version of my latest art newsletter here: 

http://www.borsheimarts.com/news/2013_11-PassagesMoroccoArt.htm