8 Layers of Words

This is the final web copy of the 20 inch square I contributed to the ARTS collaborative project. Soon all 9 pieces will be placed next to each other for the first time. All artists work independently toward one goal: a finished work of art within one construct.

WordLayers before words

I knew the colors, originally. Coral and dark turquoise and sky blue. Now, I had something and I loved it tremendously. I'm working on a small notebook computer with a 10" screen. In preparation for final output, I will work with 300 pixels per inch. I can go no higher with my simple equipment--scanner, computer and printer. So, I see this creating of art through a small lens blown big. I comb through the strands of color. I comb through the strands of the words to come.

Mediterranean Image

I have been working hours and hours on our ARTS group collaborative, our third. Nine of us, each armed with a clean 20x20 inch canvas, a black and white image of a bank logo printed on paper, and an individual 2" square piece of that logo.  In sharp contrast to the Bear image, our new project contained distinctive lines of Mediterranean architecture and spaces of arches. 

This is the image we were given. A tower typical of those found on Kansas City's Country Club Plaza. We divided the paper copy into 9 squares and selected who had what out of a hat. The piece to the right of the tower image is my draw of the whole. I scanned it into my computer and it measures 2x2 inches and doesn't look like much to build upon, which could be a good thing. I began this project with nothing and carried that around with me for at least a week. Playing with nothing keeps a creatively turned mind, busy. Fear and hope--moving toward a 20 inch square canvas.

Arts Anonymous

Day 10 at the Writers' Colony and I am thinking of the Arts Anonymous  meeting I am missing. The non-frauds I know who modify life into an interesting stroll: Black and white silhouettes that become people remembered, Dots and dots that build awesome as a noun, Articles written talking of the arts, Lives lived richly again in memoir, Trees seen vibrantly on stage through pastels, Words that fall on to page again and again, Throw-a-ways preserved as magical, Wire twisted into intrigue, Paint on brushes, Ink on paper. And the stroll continues for there is always a camera in the house to capture vision into something real. This walk through the arts happens every Saturday at 11:00 in the Peace Room at Unity Temple on the Plaza in eclectically wonderful Kansas City. I miss you guys!