<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309</id><updated>2011-12-24T12:56:00.487-08:00</updated><category term='Zoetic Expressions I and II and III'/><category term='Zoetic Expressions IV and Zoetic Dance'/><category term='Encaustic Collage'/><category term='Two new paintings:  Yellow Zoetic and Nebula V'/><category term='This piece is really a horizontal work but I couldn&apos;t figure out how to change it...  sigh.'/><category term='Nebula: Light Amidst Darkness'/><category term='Interstice'/><title type='text'>S M Gibbons</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an artist.  I started this blog to write down my thoughts on art, life, and such.  I hold a MFA from Azusa Pacific University and I'm also a wife and mom of 4 daughters who are my pride and joy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-6288926474084799121</id><published>2011-12-15T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:19:21.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 15, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4U-EliWSc/Tuq4VHZj85I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MjfGAxm9XAY/s1600/More%2BInterstice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4U-EliWSc/Tuq4VHZj85I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MjfGAxm9XAY/s320/More%2BInterstice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686560152411698066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will probably the last entry of the year but then again, I could be wrong! It has been a demanding semester teaching, great art making semester, and good semester for the family. &lt;br /&gt;All of my girls are home and that's great for Christmas! I'm so thankful for family and friends, especially at this time of year when thoughts turn towards those we love.  My husband and I also celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with a vow renewal which made everyone cry!!!  I'm so blessed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially thankful for my critique groups (2) whose voices had been invaluable to me and have helped me see the things that I typically overlook. Their encouragement and direction have spurred me onto creating work of excellence. They keep me on track and hold the bar up high!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing with the bands of black and white (in various shades and tints) calling them my Interstice pieces. I'm really seeing a correlation between the work I've done in the past with what I'm working on at the present. It's exciting to see the development and relationship of the works. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also working in acrylics as well as encaustics, just to explore the possibilities - will probably work in graphite as well!!! I've really been inspired by the work of Clyfford Still (the Clyfford Still Museum just opened here in Denver). His command of the mark and his authority with the paint and shapes is truly amazing. I never realized it before as the reproductions I've seen do not do his work justice. It is wonderful work! His exploration of an idea and the progression of the possibilities has taught me to continue to pursue the direction I'm on right now. I owe a great debt to him as well as to my collegues. And of course... Mark Rothko, Barnett Newman, and the other Abstract Expressionists!!! It's been a wonderful artistic year! &lt;br /&gt;My goal is to create a new body of work worthy of exhibit and representation. I'm trying to find a gallery in Denver but also in Santa Fe and possibly LA. We shall see what the next year brings but until next time... Take care, enjoy, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and G-d bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-6288926474084799121?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6288926474084799121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-15-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6288926474084799121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6288926474084799121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-15-2011.html' title='December 15, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4U-EliWSc/Tuq4VHZj85I/AAAAAAAAAHI/MjfGAxm9XAY/s72-c/More%2BInterstice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-175899754129978929</id><published>2011-10-14T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:59:29.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interstice'/><title type='text'>October 14, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kagQRWPKE4/TpjZnMdsNnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/W8VDpwY1h6U/s1600/Interstice%2BII%2BLR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kagQRWPKE4/TpjZnMdsNnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/W8VDpwY1h6U/s320/Interstice%2BII%2BLR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663515798802282098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3sniEhZ7GU/TpjUzjsvUqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tM3OKDgwQvo/s1600/Interstice%2BLR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3sniEhZ7GU/TpjUzjsvUqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tM3OKDgwQvo/s320/Interstice%2BLR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663510513639707298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a new work titled, Interstice (bottom) and Interstice II (top) which refers to the movement and spaces of the in between.  I've been working on themes of division and seperation more so than hidden and revealed but I think with the texture and depth of the work, it has some fo that in it as well.  It's been a fun process, one that has given me much to think about regarding the imagery and concepts.  &lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends have suggested that my adoption plays a role in the creating of my artwork to which I must agree.  I've been 'divided' bewteen families: my birth family, adopted family, and married family.  The loss and grief that adopted children deal with throughout their lives manifests in many different ways and for me, I believe that is through my artwork plus other areas of my life.  My work always contains something divided, seperated, or adopted within it.  For the found object work, it definitely embodied the redemption of the object which involved 'adopting' it from the streets and placing it within the art.  For the straight paintings, my compositions subconsciously (and now consciously) created that division of space like my divisions within my families.  The lines that seperate and then are obliterated reflect the integration I have tried to achieve within my  life.  I'm so appreciative of the insight of my friends - I sometimes can't see the forest from the trees!!!  &lt;br /&gt;I want the rhythm of the work that is created by the seperation/division to bring a sense of peace, contemplation, and rest.  I want a spirit to spirit communication to occur with the work.  That would excite me greatly for it is not necessary for the viewer to know all about the motiviation within my adoption but to have an experience that can remove them, even if it is for a moment, of beauty and rest. That is where the inbetween comes into play for me.  That moment that stops the chaos of the world and leaves a feeling of refreshment - that is the inbetween place where I want the work to exist.  I had a friend say that art should bring about a moment of awakening.  I think that is true - an awakening to a new experience or to become aware of your existence and appreciating it - transcending the moment.  That would be a wonderful gift if my work could achieve that. At least that is my goal!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  Until next time, take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-175899754129978929?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/175899754129978929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-14-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/175899754129978929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/175899754129978929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-14-2011.html' title='October 14, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kagQRWPKE4/TpjZnMdsNnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/W8VDpwY1h6U/s72-c/Interstice%2BII%2BLR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-6698186038885503303</id><published>2011-08-30T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:39:53.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cn4TpNZHGWM/Tl2JmFXUpEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LtcO2DF1cGQ/s1600/Jacob%2527s%2BBlessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cn4TpNZHGWM/Tl2JmFXUpEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LtcO2DF1cGQ/s320/Jacob%2527s%2BBlessing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646820795160503362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a thankful heart I'm posting this image to my blog!!!  I have had several critques and have had wonderful encouragement with this new direction.  I'm playing with line but obscuring it and hiding it within the wax.  Trying to find an expression that reflects the contemplation and meditation that I feel within the studio, I believe that this work is coming close to the vision that I have. The form and structure of the work is rooted within art history - Barnett Newman's 'zips', Mark Rothko's wonderful color and tranparency, Clyfford Still's shapes and colors.   My work is trying to continue the language and expression of these masters; to bring about a new contribution, a continued development of the non-objective language.  Although the work is sometimes rooted within something tangible, the work itself does not always reflect that point of departure.  That is alright with me for the time being.  It brings a focus or a structure to the work so I can create from that point.    &lt;br /&gt;A couple of my friends have stated that they can breathe within this work and that the work is more contemplative than ever before.  This excites me greatly!!!  For if another person is responding to the work in a medatative manner, then my experience is translating to the viewer! It reflects my studio time for it is a time of prayer with the Lord and a time of contemplation apart from the prayer.  It is my time to be, just be with my creativity and myself, and my G-d.  Cares are washed away when I'm there and my hope is that the work transcends the chaos of the everyday and reveals and allows the viewer to have a quiet place, a moment of peace, a place where beauty and the spirit meet. I've always believed that art was and is a spirit to spirit communication and for me at least, the non-objective expression best translates that.  It is a translation that is difficult to put into words or realistic depictions.  It reflects the intuition and yearnings of my being and hopefully can relate to someone else's as well.   &lt;br /&gt;This particular piece actually has collaged elements from Genesis - the chapter where Jacob receives his blessing from Isaac.  They are hidden underneath the wax but if the work is seen from up close, some of the writing is visible.  The working title is: Jacob's Blessing.  I want the work to reflect the hidden as well as the realization of the materials.  So I contemplate the title!!!  The collaged elements are part of the process, part of the elements and materials, part of the concept.  The title will change but they will all be incorporated within it.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see what will transpire with this series.  It is feeding my spirit and leaving me intrigued with the process.  So, until next time...  take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-6698186038885503303?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6698186038885503303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-30-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6698186038885503303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6698186038885503303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-30-2011.html' title='August 30, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cn4TpNZHGWM/Tl2JmFXUpEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LtcO2DF1cGQ/s72-c/Jacob%2527s%2BBlessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-4999324263631937923</id><published>2011-07-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:04:18.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Zr9qTYeFo/Tg-V2_KspcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wSTlkCv1Djc/s1600/Golden%2BTerrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Zr9qTYeFo/Tg-V2_KspcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wSTlkCv1Djc/s320/Golden%2BTerrain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624879231510816194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy (with my sister) moving my mom into an assisted living facility so studio time has been minimal at best. But, with that said, my studio practice has been ongoing.  I am revisiting some old ideas:  hidden and revealed, earthen materials.  These things ground me within my creativity.  My latest painting shows these reflections and I am excited about it!!!  I have been in a transitory state with my work and finally feel like I am onto something that will take me in the right direction.  &lt;br /&gt;The exploration with line, shape, color, form, and texture all have come to fruition in this painting - at least that's how it feels to me.  I was looking at some photos from Yellowstone that were sent to me from a friend who had vacationed there and something resonated within me when I saw them.  I have gotten away from the earth in my work - it always grounds me.  The wax I use is from the earth, yes, but the viseral connection I have with the earth has been missing.  Something so obvious yet so far removed - small lightbulb, dim wattage!!!  (It's one of my favorite sayings when I miss things....) &lt;br /&gt;This connection I have with the grit of the earth, the feel and texture of it always seems to feed my spirit.  I think with all of the theory of art I have been researching has influenced me away from this grounding (that I so desperately need).  It felt like I was returning to a sacred and familiar place. So I want to explore this more - create more works that keep me there.  I want to creatively explore this concept and think I am going to be at it for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;The creative atmosphere is still one of prayer and contemplation but the point of departure and the relationship between that and the earth will hopefull manifest within the work to produce truly meditative pieces.   &lt;br /&gt;So, that is it for now.  Until next time, take care, enjoy and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-4999324263631937923?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4999324263631937923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-2-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/4999324263631937923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/4999324263631937923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-2-2011.html' title='July 2, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Zr9qTYeFo/Tg-V2_KspcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wSTlkCv1Djc/s72-c/Golden%2BTerrain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-9094769296173710254</id><published>2011-04-01T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:59:47.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This piece is really a horizontal work but I couldn&apos;t figure out how to change it...  sigh.'/><title type='text'>April 1, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBPPIsxMOM/TZYQsT_GfAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1d5k6OATij0/s1600/Photo0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590674340892277762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBPPIsxMOM/TZYQsT_GfAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1d5k6OATij0/s320/Photo0269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not an April Fool's prank!!! I just thought it would be a great way to start the month off with some thoughts... I was talking with my critique group and we were discussing the idea of transition with our artworks and the idea came when discussing mine called, the moment in between. This is exactly where I feel I am with my process. I'm working on new work which is very different from my previous work. It is utilizing line much more prominently - in fact, the entire work is nothing but line. This is not entirely new for me as I've made drawings like this in the past and have returned to them. But to create them with the encaustic is new. The encaustic was a fun process where as the drawings were more laborious. With the drawings, I was conscious of every stroke, every line was consciously drawn to make sure that it was an unique entity. This made the process very difficult and tedious. Whereas the encaustic, I just allowed the lines to flow. That was soooo much easier and much more fun. So I'm going to apply the freedom and fun of the encaustic to my drawings. It should be a much more enjoyable process! Getting back to the moment in between... when the work is taking on a new direction or the work is being created in a new language or medium - that is the moment of in between. As I've stated before, that is where I am at the moment. It was one thing to work with the found object and develop that into mature work but now that I am painting, just painting, I find that I'm working with a new language or should I say, one that I haven't developed in a long while. I haven't worked with the encaustic without the found object and this past year has been just that. I'm still working through the language, my symbolism, the meaning of the work. Heck, I'm trying to figure out exactly what I'm about artistically in this process!!!! I don't know yet. I feel I haven't created enough work to know at this point. One very valuable lesson I learned in grad school was to create many pieces in order to truly know what the work is about in order to establish the meaning and intent of the art work (I created almost 60 pieces to find out what my work was about at that time). I'm not sure if I'm going to create that many pieces now but I do know that in order to truly understand my concepts and materials, I'm going to have to really buckle down in the studio and make art. This place of the moment in between is really exciting and scary at the same time. For it is a time of discovery and experimentation and it is a time of truly not knowing what to expect! It could be disastrous but wonderful too. So far, it's been fun, challenging but fun. I feel I'm beginning to come into my own, creating my own work, not just working from old prototypes. Not to say that the older work was copied or not my creation, it's just that I feel that my work will mature into a more developed style and language. I'm excited to see what will develop! I'll keep you all posted on what happens! So, until next time... take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-9094769296173710254?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9094769296173710254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-1-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9094769296173710254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9094769296173710254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-1-2011.html' title='April 1, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBPPIsxMOM/TZYQsT_GfAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1d5k6OATij0/s72-c/Photo0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-9095400010284382008</id><published>2011-03-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:34:26.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQWKwD10Zk/TYA78Sw31WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ANkO2OC1wzw/s1600/Zoetic%2BExpressions%2BIII.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584529444954428770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQWKwD10Zk/TYA78Sw31WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ANkO2OC1wzw/s320/Zoetic%2BExpressions%2BIII.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDCqmWd5W5w/TYA7dXeTPsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5EgbQHCk-co/s1600/Corroded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584528913642766018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDCqmWd5W5w/TYA7dXeTPsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5EgbQHCk-co/s320/Corroded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS_F8JI4rG8/TYA7Wolg3dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S9SpN7x9pTc/s1600/Mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584528797977337298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS_F8JI4rG8/TYA7Wolg3dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S9SpN7x9pTc/s320/Mist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all... so much has happened in the last month. I had wonderful experience with Fusion IV, an art/poetry collaboration that I have been a part of for the past 6 months or so. We had a fantastic opening night with an even better reception towards the middle of the show. It's always fun to have you work seen by the public and even better when they like it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The collaboration had 8 artists and 8 poets each collaborating with each others' work. Poets wrote to paintings and artists created to poems. It was a blast! It's been a while since I've worked like that and the artwork that was produced, I felt, was really good work - I had wonderful poems to work from which helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the paintings that I created for the show. Corroded - the red piece , Mist - the blue/gray piece and one work that was already created, Zoetic Expressions III - the red/brown piece with the scribbly lines. All of these works were in the show which came down today. A book was even published from the event! I am so grateful for the experience and can't wait to work on Fusion V! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just had to share... until next time... take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-9095400010284382008?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9095400010284382008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-15-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9095400010284382008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9095400010284382008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-15-2011.html' title='March 15, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LQWKwD10Zk/TYA78Sw31WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ANkO2OC1wzw/s72-c/Zoetic%2BExpressions%2BIII.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-2021522099442497803</id><published>2011-02-17T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:01:34.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 17, 2011</title><content type='html'>Well, in the midst of feeling lousy, I'm writing...  My search for my birth mother has ended or at least come to a close for now.  I truly believe that I've found her and she did not want any communication between us.  Of course, I'm sad but my sorrow is really directed towards her and her life experience.  I can't imagine what she must have gone through and how her life and unfolded to have our connection come to this point. &lt;br /&gt;I do know that no matter what has happened between her and me, my family, friends, and G-d are with me and pulling my through all of this.  I feel like I'm in the Lord's hands and He's sustaining me through His marvelous grace and through my friends and family.  I'm truly alright with this; even at peace for I feel that the search is over and I can lay it to rest. &lt;br /&gt;So for all of you who have been keeping me in prayer, thank you, thank you, thank you so very much.  I am sooo blessed to have you all in my life.  I praise G-d for His mercies, my husband, children, and family. &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you all to know what had happened.  Again, thanks for all the encouraging words.  Until next time, take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-2021522099442497803?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2021522099442497803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-17-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2021522099442497803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2021522099442497803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-17-2011.html' title='February 17, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-406952432997873429</id><published>2011-01-29T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:30:34.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 29, 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm adopted and have known this since I was a young child.  My mother gave me my adoption papers several years ago and have been looking for my birth mother ever since.  This is not an indication of how my mother and father raised me for they loved me and gave me a good home.  This search is about filling the gap I have felt for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Within my birth records are my birth mother's name and my birth name.  I've been searching the internet for her name and came across the first match recently.  Anticipating that this woman might be her, I sent a letter to her and haven't heard anything - yet.  It hasn't been that long but I'm anxious to hear from her; whether she is or isn't my birth mother. &lt;br /&gt;The emotions of this find had me all over the place:  joy, fear, happiness, doubt - many emotions that I quite frankly was not prepared to have for I really didn't think I'd find her - or at least a name match!  It was an up again, down again stream of emotions.  I realize that I didn't quite know what I expected from such a find.  I want to connect with my birth mother but really want to establish a relationship and the fear of her not wanting that really sent me in an emotional spin.  I know I must brace myself for this type of rejection but there is also a chance that she would want to have a relationship.  It's a 50/50 chance for either option. &lt;br /&gt;I do know that even if the woman is not her or doesn't want a relationship, that my world has not changed that much for my family is still mine and loves me.  That I take great comfort in for my desire to have them in my life is being met each and every day.  Her reaction to my query will not change that fact in my life.  I am eternally grateful for my family that raised me and my family that I have with my husband.  I've been blessed. &lt;br /&gt;Several of my friends say I'm offering her a gift and I believe that is true.  She will have an entire new addition to her world and if she doesn't want that, then it will be her loss.  I'll be sad too for I will lose out on her family as well.  But if she does want a relationship, then both she and I will have more blessings with family.  I hope that's the case. &lt;br /&gt;With all this, where do I go from here???  I am in a holding pattern right now - one that might be answered but I do run the risk of never hearing from this woman at all.  If that happens, I will continue to live my life with unanswered questions.  That is not the worst thing that could happen to me.  I've been too blessed to have that hinder my attitude towards life, my G-d, my family, art, etc. &lt;br /&gt;So, that's the latest with me.  I'm still working on art, teaching at the college, being mom and wife.  These things are a part of my life and keep me focused on what is important and necessary.  I look forward to updating you on the news as it develops!  So, until next time, take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-406952432997873429?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/406952432997873429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/406952432997873429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/406952432997873429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29-2011.html' title='January 29, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-1641817198667510838</id><published>2011-01-19T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:19:39.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 19, 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm exploring line.  What it is and what it means within my work.  I've made lines since I was a kid and couldn't color within them very well - I always went outside the line!  I've been drawn to line and am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compelled&lt;/span&gt; to create it.  There is something about the cascading line that excites me.  Lines divide, separate, contain; they express, define, organize, describe; it is the line itself that creates the focal point and energy within the work.  Line can be beautiful, expressive, agitating, even aggressive.  It can creat stability or rhythm.  Line is used to define the object when drawn or painted.  It can be created from one point to another or created when placing planes next to each other.  They are implied or actual and create tension within the work.  Jean August Dominique Ingres was a master at line when drawing people and objects; his drawings and line are marvelous.  Vincent van Gogh's lines were authoritative and strong.  Jackson Pollock was a master with the abstract line.  His paintings are celebrations of line.  Barnett Newman's work explored line (his zips), planes and color.  But these abstract paintings were expressions of the self, myth, and possibly forms of Jewish mysticism (in Newman's case). &lt;br /&gt;I believe that the line expresses a part of my psyche for my spirit follows and connects with every mark I make.  Although hard to describe, my soul actually yearns to bond with the line.  I get excited about mark-making, about the line.  There is something about a weighted line that speaks to my spirit.  My lines are reflective of life, of energy.  With the vertical line there is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amalgamation&lt;/span&gt; between the heaven and earth; more in a spiritual than literal sense.  The horizontal is the grounding force within it.  Much like a horizon line, but metaphorical.  My works are not landscapes but echoes of the soul - the desire to connect and imbibe within the spiritual, the Divine.  I've said that the work reflects my spiritual walk - my trust in G-d.  This is very true for within each painting is the act and trust that occurs to create it.  The lines, color, and texture are the expression and exclamation of that process.  But it is the line that activates the work, creates the action within it. &lt;br /&gt;While my work has texture and color, they are sometimes secondary to the line; they accentuate it, bring it out to the forefront, highlight it and help establish it within the picture plane.  The line can be subtle or right in your face.  The background of the work may be peaceful or soothing but the line pulls out the energy of the piece.  But whatever imagery I use, the line helps to reveal it or is the subject matter itself.  &lt;br /&gt;So right now, that is what is important to me in my work.  I'm still exploring this idea of line and I'm sure more revelations will come to me as I work through this and process it.  So until next time...  take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-1641817198667510838?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1641817198667510838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-19-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1641817198667510838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1641817198667510838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-19-2011.html' title='January 19, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-5273732517427929172</id><published>2011-01-09T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:06:26.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two new paintings:  Yellow Zoetic and Nebula V'/><title type='text'>January 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TSqMz9O8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7AbhFrUIf1M/s1600/Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560411514180756722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TSqMz9O8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7AbhFrUIf1M/s320/Yellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TSqMtNbPpLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0Ma1Y7j-4U4/s1600/Nebula%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560411398268232882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TSqMtNbPpLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0Ma1Y7j-4U4/s320/Nebula%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-5273732517427929172?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5273732517427929172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-9-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/5273732517427929172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/5273732517427929172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-9-2010.html' title='January 9, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TSqMz9O8ZPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7AbhFrUIf1M/s72-c/Yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-3138087271287869343</id><published>2011-01-03T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:21:01.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 3, 2011</title><content type='html'>I work in such an intuitive way; I a so enthralled by the movement and reactions to the paint that the work is more about the relationship to the medium than anything else.  For the paint and mark-making dictate my actions and I respond to their direction.  It is a language that I have learned to read and listen to as I create.  I trust the paint, that it will direct my path in the creation of the work.  If something is not working in the way I think it should go, then I have confidence that my experience with the medium will aid the development of the piece and it will eventually work itself out to completion.  The way the paint moves and flows, the response to the heat, the mark-making, and the connection of the colors all work together to create a work of art that speaks to my in a non-verbal way.  It speaks to me in a spiritual way, a visual way; a communication that speaks to my spirit.  I believe that this relationship, this connection to the work reflects in some way my relationship with G-d.   The trust with the direction of the paint is similiar to the direction and guidance I receive from the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;It is hard to put into words a non-verbal communication.  Even if I cannot articualte exactly what is happening with the work, it does not mean that the work is empty or hollow.  This is true for much of abstract or non-objective art for the imagery that is seen and the lexis that is communicated within the piece translates the written or spoken language.  Emotions, reactions, and responses are all contained within the imagery and symbolism of an abstract or non-objective work of art.  Even if the work does not contain symbolism, the work is a response to the creative stimuli of the artist and makes it a part of the human condition.  We as human beings have an intrinsic need to create - we're the only species on the planet that create intuitively.  We are the only ones that express ourselves artistically without an outside facilitator.  The need to create and the expressiveness within the various media that have been created for this expression all point to the nature of what it means to be human, to be a creative species.  I also believe that this connects us to our Creator, the One who contains the ultimate creative spirit - the Bara. &lt;br /&gt;The moment of the encounter with a work of abstraction and the moment of the response is very telling.  The communication between the work and the viewer is very important.  The various reactions to an abstract/non-objective work shows the evidence of this communication.  The various reactions speak to the spirit to spirit communication that occurs between the artist and the viewer.  Positive, negative, or even indifference are all reactions to what is happening with the artwork.  The artist sometimes wishes for a specific reaction or sometimes the viewer is allowed to perceive the work in whatever context they desire.  What is important is that the work was created and is many times is independent from any response the viewer may have.  For if an artist creates a work with the viewer in mind, creates a work with the expectation of a specific response, then the art can suffer.  I am speaking of works created within a fine art context, not a commercial art context.  It can be created in an artificial environment, a forced environment, without true honesty from the artist.  It is much better for the artist to remain true to themsleves, to the medium, to the original vision of the work regardless of the viewer's response.  This is true honesty, this is true art making.&lt;br /&gt;So in turn, my art speaks from my own experiences and artistic language.  It expresses my response, my reaction, and sometimes my surprise to the medium.  It expresses my humanness.  I cannot always direct or contain it for the medium dictates many times the final outcome of the piece.  The language is non-verbal; a visual language that communicates to and feeds my spirit and hopefully speaks to whoever receives the imagery of the work.  The work is not always symbolic in content but is a reflection of my relationship with the paint.  It is also a mirror of my relationship with my G-d and reminds me of the trust I have with the Divine.  It is an interchange between me and the paint, an exchange that I hope is honest and forecoming with my creative experience. &lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-3138087271287869343?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3138087271287869343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-3-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3138087271287869343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3138087271287869343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-3-2011.html' title='January 3, 2011'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-2706989673727538379</id><published>2010-12-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:41:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 30, 2010</title><content type='html'>I had coffee today with a writer friend of mine and part of our conversation centered around an artwork of mine that was created in response to a very difficult time in my life.  It is not a beautiful image - in fact, it is quite raw and violent.  She described the work as beautiful.  This surprised me as I did not think of the work as beautiful, in fact, I would not have used that word at all to describe the piece.  She said that 'the beauty lies in the honesty of the work' and 'that was beautiful'. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have completely pondered that honesty is equivalent to beauty.  There is truth to that statement.  I've analyzed it with master works of art and know that art does not have to be beautiful in order to be powerful or effective.  But the fact that something is honest to a certain extent, lends itself to being beautiful.  Honesty is something that every artists strives for within their creativity.  To not be honest is to create inferior work.  Can we say that Picasso's, Guernica is beautiful?  Yes - the use of the elements and principles of art and design are masterfully executed within the piece and the emotional content alone is powerful but there lies a beauty to the work even though it describes a horrific event.  The same can be said for Goya's, The 3rd of May, 1808.  I guess I never equated that to one of my works before. &lt;br /&gt;Honesty and beauty do go hand in hand.  Honesty requires us to look at our surroundings, no matter what they are, and derive the truth from it.  It is so easy to diminish or temper the truth of a horrific event for protection - for ourselves or others.  But to boldly state the truth of something that is difficult for us as humans to perceive, then that is where the true courage of an artist (or anyone for that matter) presents itself.  I guess I would have to say then beauty exists within that moment or within that creativity.  It requires us to take the good with the bad, to allow ourselves to see ourselves for what we are, what we are capable of, and then determine what we can become from it.  This can spur both the good and the bad but when it spurs on the good, then we have risen from the ashes onto something much more glorious.  There lies beauty, there lies truth, and there lies the human condition. &lt;br /&gt;So, I'll leave you with this...  Where is the beauty in your world?  Can you find it in the most inordinate places?  Will you be surprised by it and let it simmer in your soul?  I hope so for today that happened to me! &lt;br /&gt;Until next time...  take care, enjoy, and G-d bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-2706989673727538379?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2706989673727538379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-30-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2706989673727538379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2706989673727538379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-30-2010.html' title='December 30, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-4527619116233503375</id><published>2010-12-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:43:51.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJwCJMDfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BQprAdkKCD0/s1600/Nebula%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556256392337952242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJwCJMDfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BQprAdkKCD0/s320/Nebula%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJwEqjBvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/japAtT7xPSA/s1600/Nebula%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556256393014740722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJwEqjBvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/japAtT7xPSA/s320/Nebula%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJv8Ceh6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OAf12ceci4M/s1600/Nebula%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556256390699190178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJv8Ceh6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OAf12ceci4M/s320/Nebula%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJv8H9rLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qILjoGLMmSI/s1600/Nebula%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556256390722202802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJv8H9rLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qILjoGLMmSI/s320/Nebula%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been creating new work based on poetry and I've had a blast! It's not something entirely new but it has been a long time since I've worked this way. I've developed such an intuitive way of working that at first, working from the poetry seemed unnatural but as I meditated on the words that inspired me, the work seemed to flow out of me. The work does not have the line work that my recent work has but it is more like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;color fields&lt;/span&gt; of paint. I do have some line in some of the pieces but the other works just has planes of color within it. They are similar to my nebula pieces (of which I'm creating more of them), and I am finding that they are speaking to me and really define what I'm trying to say within the work.&lt;br /&gt;And exactly what am I trying to say? That is a very good question! I've been contemplating that for awhile now as in the beginning of creating these works the imagery just flowed and I did not think too much about the concept/s behind them. Now that I've created several pieces, I wish to define what it is I am doing within the studio and bring some ideas to light.&lt;br /&gt;The work is definitely inspired by Mark Rothko but it does not follow him exactly. His work was tragic, by his own definition. I'm trying to bring the relationship to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fruition&lt;/span&gt; between myself and the paint. The push and pull of the colors (sometimes analogous and sometimes complementary) many times dictates the flow of the work and how I paint. The analogous pieces are more about beauty, serenity, and space. The depth within the work draws me in and I want to stay within it for awhile. The complementary pieces are more confrontational, more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agitated&lt;/span&gt;. They engage me in a completely different way - more of an encounter with the colors and movement within the work. And yes, this can bring negative emotions or reactions to the work but if my work is to be honest, negative as well as positive emotions and reactions are a part of life. With the work inspired by poetry, I'm not trying to illustrate the words but convey the essence of what they are saying; to portray within color and form, an experience of what I read.&lt;br /&gt;I posed a question of how does an artist portray an emotion or feeling or how does one portray in a non-literal language aspects of the human experience. That challenge to artists, especially abstract artists is great for what I am trying to do within my own work is to take my thoughts, feelings, and responses to the medium and try to bring to light the essence of my experience, the creative experience. This experience is intrinsic to all humans for we all create in one way or another. An artist puts this experience on the canvas, board, sculpture, etc. and shines a light on what it is to be human.&lt;br /&gt;This process really is part of what I am as a human and an artist but it is also a faith-walk for many times I am not sure of exactly what is going to come of it but I do know that if I persist, the work will come together. This comes from the many hours of studio experience but it also comes from having the faith to continue into the unknown and bring it to light within the language of color, form, texture, movement, and line. The creative moment, the time when everything comes together is wonderful but at times, the efforts imparted to bring me to the final moment can be intimidating. For working in a way that is intangible compared to working with a definite point of departure, is downright scary at times!!! The instant that I realize that I have no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going next is, at times, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paralyzing&lt;/span&gt;!!! The happens more often that I'd like to admit but this is where the faith comes into play. I know that I have the insight (and many time that comes from G-d, not me!!!) and ability to critique what I am doing, find my way, and continue on, or begin a new direction. Once I am back on track, the work begins to flow again. Which is quite a relief!!! I also know that if I play it safe, I destined for doom within the work for everytime I hold back, don't take the risk, the work suffers and it shows so... I continuely remind myself to stay on the edge with the work and see what happens! And hopefully, the experience I have with the work will translate to the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;My desire is that when someone views the work, an experience, a true moment of union occurs when they can relate in some way to the mark-making, color, and form of the pieces. It is a moment where the spirit of the viewer connects with the spirit of my creativity. This spirit to spirit communication is the ultimate desire I have as an artist - that the viewer can come away from the work enriched, encouraged, or challenged by what they see and hopefully feel. My desire from this encounter, from this experience, is 'Yes'!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now... until next time, take care, enjoy, and G-d bless!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-4527619116233503375?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4527619116233503375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-28-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/4527619116233503375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/4527619116233503375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-28-2010.html' title='December 29, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TRvJwCJMDfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BQprAdkKCD0/s72-c/Nebula%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-7127578689683194645</id><published>2010-09-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:21:35.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 18, 2010</title><content type='html'>This week has given me much to think about regarding the provision of G-d. Our daughter was in the hospital this past week and it was a very trying time. Even though initially it was not a good situation for she had emergency surgery, the unexpected blessings that came forth were amazing. As trite as this may sound, times like these really put into perspective what is truly important in life and the LORD was right there with us.&lt;br /&gt;While our daughter was in surgery, I found a Bible in the waiting room and opened it up to the Psalms. I knew that book would give me something to hold onto for I was very scared and unsure of the findings of the surgery. What I found gave me a profound sense of peace for my mind and soul. In Psalm 41, verses 1-3 it states: "Blessed is he who considers the poor; The LORD will deliver him in time of trouble. The LORD will preserve him and keep him alive, and he will be blessed on the earth; You will not deliver him to the will of his enemies. The LORD will strengthen him on his bed of illness; You will sustain him on his sickbed." That blew me away for I did not know that scripture. I knew at that point that she would be alright. G-d was so gracious to give me that; I am very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;It was an up and down week for my daughter had was in pretty sick and not totally responding initially to the antibiotics. She ended up in the hospital for 4 days and finally started to show signs of improvement during the last night of her stay. On the day she was released, everyone was commenting on how great she looked. Thank you doctors, nurses, and thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;During her stay, we were able to have many insightful conversations which probably would not have happened if this had not occurred. They were about everything... They reminded me of so many things I have taken for granted and just how important it is to let my family know just how much they are loved. I am grateful for the openness and vulnerability of my daughter; her willingness to be very real and true to many things. Hardship has a way of bringing out such discussions and for that I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;So, this week was a blessing - a difficult one, but a blessing indeed. G-d's provision for our family in so many ways was seen and experienced, I just had to share it. Until next time, take care, G-d bless, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-7127578689683194645?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7127578689683194645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-18-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/7127578689683194645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/7127578689683194645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-18-2010.html' title='September 18, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-9170543998032875264</id><published>2010-09-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:07:36.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 5, 2010</title><content type='html'>Memory... It is something I cherish. I'm watching someone very close to me go through the season of life where memory is lost or in the process of fading. We joke and laugh sometimes about it when it involves minor things but when the reality of it hits, when it pertains to important things, it is no laughing matter. It is hard to watch and experience for it means that the memories of childhood, adolescent, and even adulthood are fading and lost. The experiences that make up who I am and what I am, the experiences that make up who this person is are forgotten as if they never existed. That is difficult to handle at times... for it means that the memories that we both cherish can not be shared and relived. The bonding that occurs during those times are lost, never to return again. That is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of life occur. Change is inevitable. But this change I don't like and I can't change it. It is a season that must be endured with love, compassion, and acceptance. But the memories that are created now only last for a short time and maybe that's enough. To experience each other and enjoy each other in the moment for that's really all we have in this life. The moment of 'Now'. Learning to live in the current moment, experiencing life to its fullest no matter when or where I am. This is what I'm learning through this season. Will I be able to do this all the time? Probably not for the cares of this world will more than likely trample over this revelation but the more often I can keep it in my thoughts and prayers, the more likely I'll be able to appreciate the 'Now' especially when it comes to loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the memories will be short lived. The experience of 'Now' will have to endure in my memory for the both of us. And that's ok, at least one of us can recall and relive them and use that memory to bring a bonding that is even closer than before. It might eventually be onesided and the pain that it will bring cannot stop and hinder that bonding or memory for me. Knowing that I am housing the memory for the two of us must be enough and my actions must not become contrived or bitter. I pray I remember this if it gets to the point of non-memory. The 'Now' must be what I cherish. The 'Now' must be what I seek and live with pertaining to my loved one. The 'Now' must be enough. It is what I have, nothing more, nothing less. It is my portion for this season of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I need to take this portion and accept it for what it is. I can fill this season with memories and cherish them. I can learn to be content with what I have for it is within the moment of 'Now' and that is what I've been given. And I must learn to be grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until next time, take care, enjoy the 'Now', and G-d bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-9170543998032875264?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9170543998032875264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-5-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9170543998032875264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/9170543998032875264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-5-2010.html' title='September 5, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-8470046840500215127</id><published>2010-08-27T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:42:32.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebula: Light Amidst Darkness'/><title type='text'>August 27, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THh3NMxM3OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lbpy2B8lu9o/s1600/Nubula-+Light+Amidst+Darkness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510285212737395938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THh3NMxM3OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lbpy2B8lu9o/s320/Nubula-+Light+Amidst+Darkness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still another painting....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-8470046840500215127?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8470046840500215127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-27-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/8470046840500215127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/8470046840500215127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-27-2010.html' title='August 27, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THh3NMxM3OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lbpy2B8lu9o/s72-c/Nubula-+Light+Amidst+Darkness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-6903703306677215334</id><published>2010-08-21T20:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:45:38.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoetic Expressions IV and Zoetic Dance'/><title type='text'>August 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCdVbkkf-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tx8Xp7klZNw/s1600/Zoetic+Dance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508075335778074594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCdVbkkf-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tx8Xp7klZNw/s320/Zoetic+Dance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCdHvEHubI/AAAAAAAAADw/_c7qtgCiQ9k/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+IV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508075100492511666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCdHvEHubI/AAAAAAAAADw/_c7qtgCiQ9k/s320/Zoetic+Expressions+IV.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more new paintings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-6903703306677215334?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6903703306677215334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6903703306677215334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6903703306677215334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-21-2010.html' title='August 21, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCdVbkkf-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/tx8Xp7klZNw/s72-c/Zoetic+Dance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-8119322673731543405</id><published>2010-08-15T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:57:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 15, 2010</title><content type='html'>For those of you who haven't seen my thesis show (last year), here is a video of it on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6qqMvbBLf4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6qqMvbBLf4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-8119322673731543405?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8119322673731543405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-15-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/8119322673731543405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/8119322673731543405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-15-2010.html' title='August 15, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-277763566780518075</id><published>2010-08-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:41:17.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoetic Expressions I and II and III'/><title type='text'>August 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCcSV2HcWI/AAAAAAAAADo/toO_7JiqlOU/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508074183189819746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCcSV2HcWI/AAAAAAAAADo/toO_7JiqlOU/s320/Zoetic+Expressions+III.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCb6XO23kI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjVNJe5_eA/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508073771245166146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCb6XO23kI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjVNJe5_eA/s320/Zoetic+Expressions+II.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCbomKccKI/AAAAAAAAADY/KkEDdwleXhE/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508073466015543458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCbomKccKI/AAAAAAAAADY/KkEDdwleXhE/s320/Zoetic+Expressions+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TGa9CS_cFDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wXBUUF1LQR8/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TGa8eW0YdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/HAXUMyCtzhE/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/TGa8FKa5u1I/AAAAAAAAADA/iOZsG-Uuhnc/s1600/Zoetic+Expressions+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the new paintings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-277763566780518075?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/277763566780518075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/277763566780518075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/277763566780518075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-14-2010.html' title='August 14, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lx3VC36OTA/THCcSV2HcWI/AAAAAAAAADo/toO_7JiqlOU/s72-c/Zoetic+Expressions+III.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-1945786197711470046</id><published>2010-08-13T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:27:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 13, 2010</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from teaching and planning for a few days - feels good to relax. I've been busy in the studio working on a series of new paintings without the object. Yes, a new direction for me but a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a blog that speaks about the 'other side of through'. The 'through' part can be tough. The barriers, walls, circumstances, devices that come up and keep us from pushing through to the other side can be enormous if not crippling. But pushing through is what makes us stronger, more determined, and clearer of our purpose. Whether it is a life changing situation or working through a lesser problem, the pushing through to the other side is what makes us victorious. So, what's the 'other side of through' for you? Do you feel that it's within your grasp or is it far away? There are things in my life that I'm still waiting for the other side to appear but then again, I've been through enough to know that the other side does come. I need to be open to the possibility that arises when it shows up - or at least recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relating this to painting (which may seem trivial to other situations but it's where I'm at right now), the 'other side of through' was an experience in finding a new voice. I was almost afraid to allow the process to complete itself. I was trying to control it too much and creatively that means death. Only through the voices of trusted artists did I see what I was doing and am grateful for the voices of criticism and challenge. I like the new paintings and am excited for the new possibilities that will arise. So thank you, my friends for your voices helping me see the 'other side of through' creatively and also to see it in my life. I'm forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, take care, push through, and G-d bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-1945786197711470046?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1945786197711470046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-13-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1945786197711470046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1945786197711470046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-13-2010.html' title='August 13, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-2060208347126454034</id><published>2010-03-14T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:44:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar. 14, 2010</title><content type='html'>Well, now it's really been awhile since I've written - so sorry about that.  Things have been very busy - good - but busy.  I'm very excited because I'll be exhibiting in the Enso Gallery (above Space Gallery on Santa Fe) beginning in April.  So if you're in Denver, check it out!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a new series of works without the object and it's been interesting how much I came to depend on the object.  With it, I had a given focal point and now, without it, I must create that for myself.  It seems very obvious but considering I've been using the object for so long, I had forgotten it.  Funny how that works sometimes.  The things that are right in front of you are hard to see at times....  Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun journey though, because I'm relearning painting and drawing.  I'm encorporating both within the work (still encaustic) and it's been a blast.  I did have one jarring happening in the studio....  I wasn't able to get into work for about 3 weeks and found that my rhythm was so interrupted that it was hard to create.  It took me awhile to find my rhythm again which got me thinking on how much I depend on my studio practice to keep me in rhythm.  In fact, it keeps me whole - I really must create - I truly depend on it.  What I did learn was that even though I was out of practice (it's funny how 3 weeks gets you out of practice) I had to rely on my intuition and memory to create.  I had to trust myself which at first I doubted.  Isn't it weird that it can happen even after 30 years of creating??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the exciting part of creating especially if you're pushing yourself, pushing your boundries, and pushing your artistic limits.  I try to challenge myself to keep the work fresh and not contrived.  The last thing I want to do is rely on a formula.  I do try and work in a series in order to keep pushing the possibilities but as soon as it becomes routine, I'll change things around to keep it from being mundane.  It's important for me to explore all of the possibilities in order to truly know what's available to me as an artist.  But when I'm exploring new territory, new opportunities, it really becomes a faith walk - a walk that I must take in order to learn new things and see new possibilities. It is also a walk that allows me to rely on my reservoir of knowledge - one that has been filled with years of experience and one that has sustained me during times of questioning and doubt.  It is also a reservoir in which G-d has poured His abundant grace and mercy that enables me to create!  For that, I am eternally grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's been happening lately...  good things so far!  I can't complain.  So until next time, take care, God bless, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-2060208347126454034?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2060208347126454034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/03/mar-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2060208347126454034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2060208347126454034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2010/03/mar-14-2010.html' title='Mar. 14, 2010'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-8591614944258079782</id><published>2009-11-29T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:26:36.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, Thanksgiving is behind us and the Christmas season is fast approaching.  I've been thinking about community and fellowship and how important it is to connect.  Since I've been so busy over the last 3 years with grad school, I've not connected with people as much as I would have liked.  Now that grad school is over, I've been playing catch up with family and friends.  It feels good to connect.&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized how much the connections energize me and gives me joy.  I totally enjoy my house filled with people - especially the friends of my kids.  They're so much fun and I completely enjoy hearing the laughter - even if it's into the wee hours of the morning!  It means that the house is alive and we're alive - able to enjoy and experience the good things of life.  Again, it's good to connect. &lt;br /&gt;I also realize that these connections helps me with the creation of my artwork.  It fills my reservoir so that when I need to tap into it - there is something there to give to me.  The time spent being quiet (as I wrote about in the last blog) and the time spent in fellowship/connection with others gives a wonderful balance in the grounding of my being.  It's good to experience people; it's good to connect!&lt;br /&gt;So as this busy season comes upon us - enjoy the time and enjoy the connections.  The blessings are enormous!  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Life has been interesting....  I've been working at the college and slowly but surely working on art.  And, yes, I graduated from graduate school in July - Whoo Hoo!!!  I do want to let everyone know how grateful I am to my family and friends, especially Randy for the support and encouragement I was given to accomplish this goal.  Thank you all so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of how wonderful it is to be able to work and create in your own studio space.  I've moved from the kitchen table to a beautiful 250 sq. ft. studio which is absolutely fantastic!  The quiet and the solitude that I have when creating really helps me to focus on what I'm doing.  Not having the distractions that I typically have at home is a blessing.  One thing I've noticed while working in this new space is how much I depend on the quiet to help me create.  I typically do not have music or anything playing in the background when working.  This time spent in quiet, peaceful solitude does wonders for the soul.  I was thinking about that today, in the studio.  It was so quiet and peaceful but I realized that I was not at focused as I typically am.  I was working and progressing on a couple of pieces but my 'reservoir' was not as filled as it typically is when I'm in the studio. &lt;br /&gt;I realized that I haven't had the quiet time that is needed to help me center and create.  Too often, I think, I don't take the time to just sit and be still.  I'm so busy with teaching, planning lessons, grading papers/portfolios, making art, being a wife and mom, that the time spent being still is few and far between.  I know that it is a very needed time - not something that is a luxury - but something that is an necessity.  It is the time spent with myself and more importantly, with my God.  I can hear His voice when I finally 'be still'.  The clutter of my world takes precedence too many times and I cut myself off from truly calming and centering myself.  But at the same time - when I'm in the studio - I feel the presence of God and the centering of my soul.  That is important.  But just taking the time 'to be', to just relax with myself and not put any pressure on me to always be doing something is an opportunity to allow myself to pray and seek the presence of God.   That is something that revitalizes and strengthens me - I cherish those times.  I believe that my artwork improves after spending time like this.  It's hard to create when you're filled with clutter and chaos.  The quiet time in the studio and in prayer all inform and support what I do in the studio.  I feel it and the work shows it.&lt;br /&gt;I've started two new pieces - a 'book' and an encaustic piece.  I was working more on the encaustic piece today - got the wax and colors on it but it's not there yet.  I'm trying not to rely on too much of what I know or what I know that works with this piece.  I'm venturing into new ground - trying to vary the colors and textures.  I'm also debating on whether or not to add different textures - but I don't want it to become just an exercise in texture.  I think there is a spiritual dimension to the work and don't want to plan it out too much.  I don't want to control the spirit of the work.  Then it can fall into the category of being contrived and I don't want that.  It's a bit uncomfortable yet exciting to see what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;I think that when we venture into uncharted territory with the creative process, the real fun and excitement begins.  For when we allow ourselves to be guided by the medium, to allow the work to dictate what happens, our creativity moves to another level.  This can happen with realistic or abstract work - it is allowing the intuition, the uninhibited self to come through.  Some would say the spirit (for me it's the Holy Spirit) helps guide the work or at least becomes a part of the process.  For me that's crucial - to let go and let the artwork become it's own entity.  That's exciting, that's partially what drives me to create.  That's the beauty and wonder of being an artist.  It's great!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I'm off to just relax and 'be still'.  So take care, enjoy and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-2029720507682817224?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2029720507682817224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/11/nov-6-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2029720507682817224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/2029720507682817224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/11/nov-6-2009.html' title='Nov. 6, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-1195725716818314414</id><published>2009-05-15T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:44:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 16, 2009</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been awhile since I've written on this blog!  My graduate work has been very time consuming but it's been a good experience overall.  My thesis has been discussing my art practice as a form of research in which I discuss the concepts of hidden and revealed and adoption and redemption.  I've spoken on redemption a bit but not so much about adoption.  This topic is very close to my heart for I was adopted at birth and lived the majority of my life knowing this fact.  My adoptive parents gave me a good home and cared for me greatly but there was alway something that nagged at me regarding my biological parents.  Why did the give me up?  and Will I ever meet them?  and sometimes especially when I was younger, Who am I?  These questions I may never know the answers to but I believe that I have been given a special gift knowing that I was loved enough from both sides of the adoptive parties. &lt;br /&gt;Since I collect objects from the ground or where ever I find them, there is a correlation between the collecting, selecting, cherishing, and integrating the objects in my art work and my physical adoption.  There is something that speaks to me when I find an object that I want to use within the art I create.  Something about the physical appearance strikes me as I am compelled to take the object home.  This finding of the object and the selection process are very ingrained within my being.  I cannot help but collect - I have done it since I was a child.  I'd find rocks, wood, feathers, metal - anything that revealed to me a history or a past.  These revelations were very much unknown as far as any details were concerned but the physical presence of the object spoke of some type of past or part of their story, if you will.  I cannot resist collecting or giving meaning to these objects.  It is as if their voices are crying to be heard and through the art work, I can give them a platform with which to speak for these objects each have something to say.  They speak with quieted voices, subtle references to the things of the past.  There story is partially unknown just like my story is partially unknown.  I adopt them to give them significance, to give them a place where they are cherished, to give them redemption through the act of creation. &lt;br /&gt;The selection of these objects is a very intuitive one for I know immediately if I will use the piece within a work of art.  I may not know exactly how or when I will use the piece but I do know if I will use it.   The pieces are then chosen, selected and transformed within the work of art.  Something about the physicality of the surface, or the color or texture of the object draws me to it and I select it for my studio.  Their voices are not silenced but given new meaning through the creative act.  Within the selection process, I find myself seeing the preciousness of the object for it is not something that should be discarded but listened to and heard. The object becomes cherished for it is sometimes a reference for redemption and sometimes it is a type of self portrait.  This personification of the object helps me create the symbolism that I use within my art work.  The integration of the object into the art work completes the adoptive act.  The work houses and gives the object its new context and its new meaning and validity.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's getting late and I've talked enough!   So until next time, take care, enjoy, and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-1195725716818314414?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1195725716818314414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-16-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1195725716818314414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/1195725716818314414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-16-2009.html' title='May 16, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-3613830274119549506</id><published>2009-03-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:23:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar. 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>I've been again, talking to some of my artist friends about reclamation, transformation, and redemption.  These are especially important concepts to me since they pertain to my work using found objects, especially rusted metal (as of late). I find these objects in many places - even in my kitchen.  In addition to finding metal, I have been cutting off the tops and bottoms of cans, burning them to give an aged appearance and incoporating them within my art work.  I was thinking of how ordinary and unimportant a cut can lid is and how this particular piece of metal has the most humble of existances.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of reclamation has within it a component of restoration or at the least - recovery.  But inherent within it is that the object has a certain sense of value or worth - something that can be redeemed or is worthy of redemption.  That is seen through the eyes of the artist.  These objects have been selected, chosen, found precious - even treasured for not all objects are collected and used within the art work.  They have been adopted in a sense for something that is chosen is deemed special and worthy even when it might not have the appearance of worthiness.  I'm not sure why I gravitate toward the metal at this point.  Possibly it is a creation of man, something that represents the creativity and ingenuity of our species, a monument of sorts.  But these monuments have flaws for they will not last forever.  Even when they are made of materials that suggest strength and solidity, they decay over time.  It is usually with such decay that the value of the objects is lost and that is what is restored or recovered within the art work.  &lt;br /&gt;The transformation from a decaying, worthless piece of metal to an object of beauty is contained in the redemptive act of creation.  It is through this act that the nature of the object is transformed, given new meaning and significance.   And with this new meaning, new appreciation and awareness of it can occur.  It becomes something other than itself for it has been given a new purpose, a new life if you will.  The character of the object changes, it converts from something that is discarded and possibly ugly to something that is valued and beautiful.  This adoption, this reclamation, this transformation, and this redemption of a simple, humble object mirrors the redemptive act of our heavenly Father.  That is one of the reasons why creativity is so powerful and art itself is so powerful.  It becomes a window into the heavenly realm and reflects the grace and care of our Lord. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  Until next time...  take care, enjoy, and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-3613830274119549506?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3613830274119549506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/mar-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3613830274119549506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3613830274119549506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/03/mar-14-2009.html' title='Mar. 14, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-6786090927389216246</id><published>2009-02-14T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:43:22.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb. 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello - it's been awhile since I've written in this blog.  I've been busy with grad school work as well as teaching my college students - something I love to do. I've been thinking lately about my process of creating works.  It really is a ritual for me - a sacred act - something I've stated before.  I have a difficult time explaining what happens during the course of creating. &lt;br /&gt;I begin with finding the metal, bones, or whatever found object I'm using.  Sometimes it is aged when I discover it but other times, it's aged by me.  I burn, tear, scratch at the object - whatever works to age it.  I want the object to show something of its past whether that past has been processed over long period of time or a shorter one.  But at some point, the object shows this aging and it begins to speak in a beautiful visual language. This is the part where I have a  hard time explaining just what I see.   It is very personal and intrinsic.  Something exists within the colors, the edges, the actual material of the object that excites me.  It is then I decide to join it with the wax and create an object of art.&lt;br /&gt;Once the object is ready I work with the borders of the paper or wood to see if the two will work together.  That can take a while to find the right combination but once it happens, I can see how it will resolve itself.  I then begin to stitch either on the paper or through the wood if that is what I see as a resolution to the piece.  Some pieces have the stitching completed before I paint with wax and other pieces are stitched afterwards.  I can't control all aspects of this process for once I begin to paint the wax onto the support, it begins to have a life and direction of its own.  I feel that I'm more of a facilitator at this point.  The colors and layers of the wax combined with the stitching and the object begin a dance if you will that is wonderful to witness as they join in one statement.  Sometimes the wax covers the object but other times it remains as it is naturally.  The stitching creates a wonderful texture that reminds me of a journey, a constant presence within the piece.  The stitching is sometimes metal thread and sometimes it is other material such as rafia grass.  I love the combination of the man-made with the natural.  It is how we exist in this world. &lt;br /&gt;During the painting process, I meditate in a very personal and quiet way.  Some talk about the painting process as 'being in the zone'.  That for me is my deepest type of prayer.  I'm drawn into the materials and how they work together.  It is as if I'm working with contemporary relics - relics of our existance here on earth but these relics are not exalted like the relics of religion.  These relics are the discarded remnants of our being which need to be transformed into something of beauty. &lt;br /&gt;Once the materials and object join together completely, the work is finished.  It is a place of rest and satisfaction, not a place of uncertainty for me.  The work (and this will sound funny) will speak and let me know when it is finished.  It is a wonderful feeling - something I don't experience anywhere else other than the studio.  It's great!&lt;br /&gt;Well, again, thanks for putting up with my rambling.  Until next time - take care, enjoy, and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-6786090927389216246?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6786090927389216246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6786090927389216246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6786090927389216246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb-14-2009.html' title='Feb. 14, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-7152985167473158761</id><published>2009-01-10T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:21:07.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>I've been having a discussion with a friend involving aesthetic perception and speaking a language that goes beyond words with our art. We were talking on how difficult it is to define the aesthetic moment - that moment when the spirit of the art, touches the spirit of the viewer. How does one define the language of the spirit? I don't know exactly but that's what is stated within a work of art. Stated may not be the correct word to use... it is a visual language, one that words or definitions cannot describe. I think that there is a subjective quality within a work of art that speaks to the spirit. Yes, there are the elements and principles of art and design that when arranged evoke a certain response but I think that there is something that goes beyond the formal elements that helps to create a deep level of response or reaction. Why do people respond to visual art in such viseral ways? Why is someone moved to tears or is speechless when standing before a painting/drawing/sculpture? There are emotions, feelings, yearnings that are brought forth when viewing a work of art and these are very real and valid. It is touching something within the spirit, something that instinctively knows how to respond to it -that needs to respond to it. Of course, not every work of art elicits such a response and not everyone will respond the same way to a work of art but at some point, art moves people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it necessary for humans to create? It is necessary for it is a part of our nature. We are the only creatures on the planet who create - the rest of the animal kingdom does not create like humans do.   It is intrinsic to the human condition. I truly believe that it is because we are created in the image of God and and share His creativity. When we create, we share in that creative force that has been given to us - all of us. While not everyone is an artist who paints, draws, plays or creates music, sculpts, writes, dances, etc..., everyone has the creative ability within them.  Just look at the cave paintings and sculpures from ancient history to validate this point.  They were not 'trained artists' but the creativity came forth in painting, clay, weaving plus other art forms.  The idea of art wasn't even a concept then, it was just something natural for our ancestors to do.  Craft is what we term it today for ever since the Renaissance the idea of fine art has seperated the two catagories.  But within the craft distinction, they had the language of the visual.  The idea of realism and abstraction were evident.  Even within the customs of many different peoples around the world, craft such as weaving, basketry, painting were symbols of the spiritual.  In some cultures, abstraction was the depiction of the spiritual.  So these ideas are not new or belong to just the 'Fine Arts'.  It is a language that has been around since the beginning of our creative being.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the visual so powerful?  I believe that it is because art is a spirit to spirit communication and it resonates within our being (the same could be said for other art forms but I am talking specifically of the visual arts today).  As I stated previously, we were made to create and I think the visual engages our imagination in a unique way that is intrinsic to itself.  It communicates so much within a short amount of time - in an instant we can receive the power of its message.  As trite as it may be, the old addage is correct, a picture is worth a thousand words - and more because it speaks a language that is its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough for today.  Thanks for bearing with my rambling....  until next time, take care, enjoy, and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-7152985167473158761?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7152985167473158761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/7152985167473158761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/7152985167473158761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-10-2009.html' title='Jan. 10, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-5487338025829182025</id><published>2009-01-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:53:56.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 8, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, my daughters are going back to their different schools tomorrow which makes me a little sad.  I love having them home....  We'll get back to 'normal' soon but it's always a little hard when they leave. &lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the horizonal format with my work and instead of creating 'totems', which has been interesting, they are looking and feeling more like books.  I've been stitching pieces of thai bird's nest (tbn) paper together and then cutting the stitching open in order to see inside the 'book'.  Inside the 'book' is another piece of paper that has metal pieces glued onto it.  I'm finding, at least for myself, a mystery within the book by covering the metal.   The metal pieces are not very visible, you really have to look inside to see what they are.  That doesn't bother me because I'm trying to achieve that mystery, that ellusive quality that collage sometimes offers. &lt;br /&gt;With one of the 'books' I'm using gold and iridescent white for the covers and red for the inside.  The combination of colors evokes for me a sense of heaven and humanity.  The stitching is with raffia grass which gives it a fun texture.  I haven't decided which colors to use for my next book; I have a feeling it will be a darker one.  I'm drawn to the darker palette although I do love the metalic colors. &lt;br /&gt;I use metal lids from food cans for my work.  I age them by burning them and then rusting them in salt water, although not every lid is rusted at this point.  It hit me tonight that these lids are a very humble object - something that people just throw away without a second thought.  Fr. Bill Moore, SS.CC. spoke at APU last summer and mentioned how he uses materials of the lowest denominator and I realized that these lids fall within that catagory too.  The redemptive act of transforming these lowly pieces into art is so similar to what God does in our lives - when we let Him.  The creative act itself joins with the creativity of the Maker of the Universe.  Not that I would equate myself or any other artist for that matter as equal with the Creator, but engaging in the creativity that we've been given as humans mirrors that of the Father. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics of them as soon as I get a good photo of them.  I'm sending one of them with my pieces to APU for review from my committee.  Hopefully, they will like them.  I'm fascinated with them right now and find them engaging.  I haven't forgotten about the totems - I have some of them in the works as well. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now...  take care, enjoy, and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-5487338025829182025?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5487338025829182025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-8-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/5487338025829182025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/5487338025829182025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-8-2009.html' title='Jan. 8, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-3095119482986235150</id><published>2009-01-04T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:52:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I've already been busy with things of the new year.  We're going to take down the Christmas decorations this week - I hate doing that - the house is so pretty with them.  I'm getting ready for the last push to create work for my thesis show in July.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grad school has been difficult - I would expect it to be so - if it wasn't I wouldn't be getting my money's worth!  But it has also been one of the most fruitful and beneficial times of my creative life.  If any of you are thinking about continuing your education and pursuing a MFA - go for it.  I have so enjoyed the intensity and fellowship of being in a small group of artists working to achieve the same goal.  The friendships that I've created during this program have been wonderful and the artistic comradery - both from the student and teacher perspective - have been equally gratifying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The work I'm creating now is based on the totem idea, like Grace Totem and Weighted Down.  I've been stitching Thai Bird's Nest paper (which is a wonderful paper if you haven't tried it).  The stitching is reminiscent of a visual journey, one that is open to interpretation.  These stitches are then covered with wax leaving them obscured.  My concern is not so much that the viewer know that they are there directly but that the textures and presence of them is felt within the work.  I like to play with things that are hidden and revealed and covering the stitches with the encaustic does just that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm also playing with the format of the totems, changing it from a vertical one to a horizontal one.  The idea behind them is similar but the final outcome might not warrant the name 'Totem'.  I'll have to see how it develops.  I love to work in an intuitive manner, not planning out everything in the beginning but letting the ideas flow as the piece develops.  I've discovered that the artwork speaks and helps me to finish it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that's it for now.  Until next time...  Take care, enjoy, and God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-3095119482986235150?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3095119482986235150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-4-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3095119482986235150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/3095119482986235150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-4-2009.html' title='Jan. 4, 2009'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211855042136093309.post-6334562841935342482</id><published>2009-01-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:29:07.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year and welcome to my blog. For those of you who don't know me, I'm an artist, an artist who works with wax and who collects. I collect rusted metal, bottle caps, sticks, bones, feathers, rocks. I like finding these little treasures and bringing them to my studio. The collecting is a ritual, a practice, something that is intrinsic to my nature. They remind me of a journey, a life’s journey, the history, the passage, and the end of it. The surprise of finding these objects engages my imagination and inspires me to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These objects are also discarded, thrown away without value. They are weathered, worn, and&lt;br /&gt;aged. They show the passage of time in their appearance – the whitened smoothness of bone, the discolored and torn borders of cardboard, the subtle color changes of browns, rusts, and yellows with the broken and bent edges of metal. They speak the language of what once was; they speak the language of time passed. It is through this language that I give value to these objects. I engage them through my art while my art transforms them (hopefully!) into objects of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work I create is with encaustic pigments (pigmented bees wax with damar resin). I am fascinated with the way the wax melts, moves, and submerges with itself as the heat is applied. I love how the wax sinks into the layers and the illuminosity of it. I can't get the results with any other medium. I find the combination of the natural wax and the man made rusted metal significant to our modern existance. Making art is something that I not only love to do but is something that I must do. It is a sacred act for me, like a prayer or devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. Take care, enjoy, and God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9211855042136093309-6334562841935342482?l=smgibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6334562841935342482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6334562841935342482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9211855042136093309/posts/default/6334562841935342482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smgibbons.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>SM Gibbons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14955459382574200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
