Bloody Fear: Dust on the Bench Pin

by gingermeekallen on November 4, 2009

Today I greeted dust on my bench pin. This is a first.

Never before, in 18 years, has there been dust on my bench pin.

The Bench Pin, the center of the studio universeFor a metalsmith, the bench pin is the center of the studio universe. It’s like the bottom of a skillet for a chef, or the fretboard for a musician.

My bench pin has been covered by many things before, such as metal filings, wax shavings, or polishing compound. But never, ever, just plain dust – the stuff that collects when you don’t use something.

My last post was ten days prior to my first-ever surgery. I had always been fairly healthy, but I was having surgery because of a benign tumor. I expected to be away from the studio for a while, but I didn’t expect to be away this long. Without sharing too much medical detail, after my surgery, I developed a surgical infection. As I was overcoming the infection, I suffered a pulmonary embolism. What that means is that a large blood clot originated in my pelvic vein, traveled through my heart, and lodged in the pulmonary artery feeding my left lung.

When I arrived in the emergency department, the physician congratulated me on arriving alive. I spent a week in a cardiac telemetry unit, and came home still breathless much of the time.

Recovering from pulmonary embolism is a long process. Among other things, my recovery includes a season taking blood-thinning medication. This medication is necessary to protect me from further clotting, yet at the same time it puts me at risk of extensive bleeding in the event of an accident. This means I have been instructed and cautioned extensively. I am banned from contact sports such as hockey or football – ok, no problem there. But, I am also banned from sharp tools. This is the problem.

Metalsmithing always involves some element of risk of injury. My apprentices will tell you that I am a stickler for safety in the studio. Many injuries can be prevented. It’s the ones that can’t be prevented that I’m worried about.

Most metalsmithing injuries are superficial. For me now this means that a small cut that would normally clot and stop bleeding in five minutes will take fifteen minutes to stop. In my years in the studio I have had only a couple of instances of more significant injuries (I’ll spare the details). But there is always the chance.

I have metalhead friends who have offered to do the dangerous parts for me, and what a blessing they are! As I consider ways to work around my limitations, I begin to wonder if it’s the risk of injury or the frustration of limitation that bothers me most. I’m not sure, but I realize I am becoming more comfortable with the awareness that I have so many more questions than answers.

So, I sit and stare at my dusty bench pin. I have little experience with being inhibited by fear, but this is how I find myself today. I sit in my purple chair at my bench for the first time in three months, my callouses long gone, and I wonder what to do.

Will I find my way back?

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It’s Personal

by gingermeekallen on July 15, 2009

Jewelry is personal.

Jewelry is a beautiful and purposeful tool that helps us remember life’s milestones, commemorate life commitments, and express personal views.

This blog is one place I have expounded on that belief of mine, which is so central to my work. It’s safe to say it’s something I have spent lots of time thinking about and affirming in my own belief system.

So, to my surprise, I have discovered another layer in this concept.

For years I have assisted my clients as they have sought to express their belief systems and life choices with their own jewelry. For them I have been privileged to create nearly countless commitment rings, wedding bands, conceptual brooches, mother’s lockets, party earrings, baby bracelets, doggie urns, hope boxes, infant spoons, story pendants, and more.

All for them. And with tremendous gratitude to have the honor to participate in their lives in this small way, I have created these pieces with a sense of celebration – for them and for my work. They – the clients – are my partners, and we have come a long way, baby.

But, dare I say it, what about me? What do I wear? What does my own jewelry say?

Life is busy, and work is meaningful. But true to the cliche’ about the cobbler’s children’s shoes, or lack thereof, my own jewelry is often the last thing on my list. Unable to wear my original white, yellow and rose gold wedding set because of a nickel allergy (created back then by another metalsmith), my own wedding ring redesign has been sitting in a drawer waiting for my attention for, well, years now. Is it because it isn’t a priority? Is it because it costs money? Is it because there is not enough time? All of the above. None of the above.

Today I find myself in the midst of a lifechanging event. And, because I am an artist first who thinks in colors and shapes, I am innately formulating a design that exemplifies this season in my life. I am facing hysterectomy in the very near future. I am thinking of pinks and shapes with empty cores. I am also thinking of healing, not in the restoration of the original form, but in the transformation to a new form.

Perhaps I’ll get to the bench and make something for me.

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Becoming Lost in Story – from READING THE KEY

by gingermeekallen on May 16, 2009

Reconciled Themselves (To Father's Garden)Returning to a favorite form — the box — I decided to answer fewer questions than I had in previous works in the READING THE KEY series. It was time to tell the viewer less with this sculptural piece.  This represents a departure from the information-packed “Kingdom Mind” or “Weakness Scorned.”

Reconciled Themselves (ajar)“Reconciled Themselves” is a hinged-box construction, bringing to mind an architectural structure, with some personality. The sloping rooftop and lack of symmetry create a sense of wonder and ambiguity in me as I study the piece. Standing just two inches high, what is it, exactly? Perhaps a barn, or an educational building on a church campus, or an inner-city arts center. Whatever it is, surprise lies inside.

Reconciled Themselves (detail)Virtual stitches seem to hold the unit together.  Upon snapping open the structure, the viewer is greeted by deeply etched text on the floor. It is not a complete passage, or even a complete sentence, but the words are clearly an excerpt from a published writing of some sort.  The etching was achieved by an extended acid bath prior to the structural fabrication.  The resulting text includes a family name, a garden reference, and a discussion of a decision to be made, after which characters “reconciled themselves.” The entire structure is oxidized sterling silver.

The identity of the author,  the nature of the characters, and the nuances of the plot are not revealed, allowing the viewer to experience the mystical sensation of being completely lost in story.

Reconciled Themselves (detail 2)


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Schoolrooms, or Cells and GibbetsEliza Cook was a 19th-century English poet and writer, from whose words the title of this painting is taken. She wrote that it would be better to “build schoolrooms for the boy, than cells and gibbets for the man.”

This is a compelling statement, ringing with truth. The lives of the educated most often do not include crime or injury.  Near the base of this composition, Cook’s words cradle a school picture of a young boy in 1934. What will his future hold? More schoolrooms, or cells and gibbets?

This painting has a simple message: Education is vital. There are pages from a 1949 World History textbook presenting information about medieval classrooms and the first documented beginnings of formal education.  Among the other mixed media, there is also a “color plate” from an even older history textbook featuring a map of Africa, where still today education is a luxury for many children.

Jimmy Carter said, “The measure of a society is found in how they treat their weakest and most helpless citizens. As Americans, we are blessed with circumstances that protect our human rights and our religious freedom, but for many people around the world, deprivation and persecution have become a way of life.”  As bright and active as they are, the children of this world, by definition, are among our “weakest and most helpless citizens.”  To them is our first responsibility.

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The People Learn to Read

An Exploration in Metal, Pigment, PaperTHE PEOPLE LEARN TO READ (24 x 48 mixed media on canvas)

There are several paintings so far in the Reading the Key series. The first one I completed is “The People Learn to Read.” With it’s intense hues and and cruciform composition, it explores the power of the written word to effect collective thought. It is a mixed media piece on canvas, 24 x 48 inches.

(READING THE KEY is my most recent series, and it includes paintings, small-scale metal sculpture, and jewelry.)

“The People Learn to Read” includes several pages from a 1949 world history textbook, a 1946 music textbook, and a page from The Bible. The history textbook pages explore academic presentations of the rise of Nazi power, the homecomings of broken soldiers, the challenges of disarmament, and the impact of Adolf Hitler’s manifesto, Mein Kempf. Also included are textbook pages discussing a 16th century list, Index of Prohibited Books, issued by the Pope in an effort to insulate Catholics from heretical thought. In the midst of this is a section from the history textbook about the growth of literacy, the printing of more books and the development of more libraries. All of this “raised the general level of intelligence … bringing knowledge within the reach of all.” Coupled with the growth of newspapers and magazines, and the development of other media - radio, television, film - people for the first time saw actual combat and learned of historical developments sooner and in more detail than ever before. The human consciousness changed.

The cruciform composition, though aesthetically resolved, creates a sense of angst and conflict. There is a large painted key at the focal point, which features tones of bronze and silver, and nestled nearby is a page from the gospel of Luke, words of Jesus in red. “Peace be with you.”

Education changes consciousness, and more

There are several other paintings in this series exploring these same concepts. The key is a recurring icon, and the occasional keyhole. They also feature assorted types of vintage/antique text and images. I have taken these from textbooks, dictionaries, literary anthologies, poetry collections, the Bible, souvenir postcard sets, and photo albums.

The titles of the paintings include:

  • Education Changes Consciousness
  • Kingdom Mind (My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is)
  • The People Learn to Read
  • The Enlightenment of Gladys and Myrtle
  • Thinking Grain
  • Knowledge Bath

I learned recently that Henry Moore advised it a mistake for an artist to write or speak too much about her work, as it sucks away energy needed for the work. So, with that in mind, I will be blogging a little less frequently now so I can paint/smith a little more frequently. I have more paintings and pieces to share with you, so stay tuned (subscribe to the mailing list, if you wish).

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READING THE KEY: Hello, Van Twiller and the Missing Guard

by gingermeekallen on April 24, 2009

text etching on copperThis is a story of exploration, discovery and actualization. Read on.

The READING THE KEY series began with an erratic decision on my part. More than a year ago, I was in metal-etching mode. I did lots of etching into sheet metal that I had not yet used. Among this was some text from some antique books in my collection. I used the text as a graphic for etching, with no consideration for the author’s identity or even the story’s plot. I simply chose paragraphs with interesting phrases therein, intending them to one day stand alone in an enigmatic way. Several of them have been developed in that way in this series, but not all.

As I revisited these etchings, I decided to learn more about the writing itself. There was one in particular that kept prodding me. I had chosen a paragraph that begins, “To be weak and to scorn your weakness, and not to be able to conquer it, is, as has been said, a hard thing….” As it continues it characterizes a gentleman’s growing affection for a performer. Van Twiller goes nightly to view Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski from a private box in the theater. It was a short story — Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski (1901) – by Thomas Bailey Aldrich, included in a small volume published in 1927 — The World’s One Hundred Best Short Stories, Vol. 4, Love.

Moving beyond my initial erratic decision to use this passage, I decided to do my homework. I contacted a literary friend of mine to try to learn more about Aldrich. The exchange went something like this:

“Who is Thomas Bailey Aldrich?”

“Strange question. Why do you want to know?”

(Huh? Is this really a strange question? Now I’m curious.)

“Art project.”

“Well….”

She sent me generic biographical information about Aldrich, and explained how I could be fairly well-educated and never have studied or even heard of Aldrich, a writer who is said to have inspired Mark Twain to write Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn with his own Story of a Bad Boy (1870).Thomas Bailey Aldrich Typically well-received for his poetry, short stories and novels,  Aldrich wrote one poem in 1895 that changed the course of his career. Unguarded Gates provided commentary on the influx of immigrants into young America, and it is deemed either racist or xenophobic. And yet, political cartoons of the time demonstrate the enormous strain of the coming of new Americans, and Aldrich’s own circle of friends indicates that he held not a racist heart. In a letter to a friend Aldrich first announces the poem and states that he wrote it in anger after being robbed.

I concluded at this point that, at least for the literary canonization of Aldrich, Unguarded Gates was a turning point. I became fascinated with the contrast of this sweet love passage of Van Twiller with the hatred in Unguarded Gates. Pardon the generalization, but every human being has a dark side. Here that dichotomy is illustrated in the contrast of these two pieces of writing from the same author. This is not surprising information, just interesting as a portrait of the human condition.

A contrast of two writing samples from Thomas Bailey Aldrich“Weakness Scorned” provides contrast of two writing samples from Thomas Bailey Aldrich. It is a small-scale sculpture, standing about six inches high. A hinged metal structure, it resembles a book in form. The Van Twiller passage is readily viewable and presented on the exterior of the structure. The lettering is high and strong. The structure opens, just like a book, although reversed, to reveal a dark and ominous interior, which includes phrases from Unguarded Gates. It is unpleasant to view, and to minimize discomfort, I am often quick to close it.WEAKNESS SCORNED (detail)

When it is closed, the presence of text on the exterior of a book form is a little strange, and I hope a persistent viewer will question it. It is pleasant enough to view, and even reading it connotes a sweet story of love from afar. But even it is not what it seems.WEAKNESS SCORNED (detail)

Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski is a story that can be found online in its entirety. (If you prefer to read the entire short story, click here and stop reading, because the next section will spoil the ending for you.) It is an understatement to say that it has a surprise ending, which is actually quite hilarious.

WEAKNESS SCORNED (detail)Fueled by a growing but silent admiration, the dignified, educated gentleman Van Twiller develops a practice of going to the theater to observe Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski on the trapeze. He is mesmerized by her graceful, elegant, strong performance, and nightly he observes her from a private box in the theater and then comes away with a rapid heartbeat. His thoughts are soon occupied by her night and day. Eventually Van Twiller’s behavior is discovered by his wife. She requires him to leave the city for a period of visiting his mother in the country upstate. He acknowledges the prudence of this change and obliges, but before departing sends a gift to Mademoiselle Olympe via the theater. It is a lush diamond bracelet fit for a princess. As any gentleman would, he encloses his card. Soon thereafter he receives the following correspondence on theater stationery:

Mr. Van Twiller Dear Sir–i am verry greatfull to you for that Bracelett. it come just in the nic of time for me. The Mademoiselle Zabriski dodg is about Plaid out. my beard is getting to much for me. i shall have to grow a mustash and take to some other line of busyness, I dont no what now, but will let you no. You wont feel bad if i sell that Bracelett. i have seen Abrahams Moss and he says he will do the square thing. Pleas accep my thanks for youre Beautifull and Unexpected present.

Youre respectfull servent,

Charles Montmorenci Walters

Ha! Van Twiller gladly visits his mother, and then goes abroad.

So, in “Weakness Scorned” the dark side is hidden both literally and figuratively. I am leaving further response to the viewer.

A concept emerges

While exploring the power of the written word, my series  — Reading the Key — is about three things:

  • the impact of the writing on the writer,
  • the impact of the writing on the reader, and
  • the impact of the writing on collective thought.

Aldrich is seldom included in even alternative literary anthologies. Granted, literature isn’t my field, but it seems to me that one piece of writing tainted the rest of his work by casting a contemptuous shadow.

Writers and artists develop a style that is generally consistent even with a change in subject matter. Did Aldrich write with conflicting undertones from one piece to the next? Or maybe it’s not such a conflict after all.  Even the Van Twiller story has dark undertones in the actions of Van Twiller - being a married man obsessed with a performer who would not be a proper mate for him, following her nightly, lurking in the shadows to study her like an addict studies a fix.

The surprising ending is, though shocking, the truest part of the story. When addressed on a personal level by the gift of the bracelet, young Charles makes no mystery of his identity, expresses gratitude for the gift, and foreshadows his plans for future endeavors — all in that short, ill-written note to Van Twiller. On the surface, it first seems that Charles Montmorenci Walters is one with the dark side. But is he really? Isn’t it actually the lurking, voyeuristic Van Twiller?

Consider the reader.

Perhaps the reader of Mademoiselle Olympe Zabriski is slow to recognize the dark side in Van Twiller because as we are reading of his changes, as told by fellow gentleman acquaintenances, we are able to relate. We see ourselves in him. We may or may not ever recognize this correlation, but whether we identify consciously with him, or are repulsed by him, we are still changed forever in some small way for having known him.

How are we shaped by what we choose to read? How might the sentiment of Unguarded Gates, though formally rejected by academia, have shaped the collective consciousness that made the American Civil Rights Movement necessary a half-century later?

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Ginger's KeysConsider the key. A simple metal form, it is common, yet valuable. Without a needed key, access is denied. But key in hand, one may enter, embark, or open, and continue. It is part of a system: alone it is merely an object, but paired with the right lock, it fulfills its purpose. Just as a key gives access, knowledge affords access to opportunity in life. In “Reading the Key,” I use a key to symbolize the vastness of knowledge itself. It is a motif that I have included in paintings, jewelry and small-scale metal sculpture in this series of works about the power of the written word, literacy and knowledge.

Ginger's BooksMaking this series of works in the various media has been a creative journey that at times was beyond my control. There have been many phases and aspects to the process over a relatively short period of time. As part of this process, I have poured through my own personal collection of antique/vintage books, somehow making the decision to sacrifice a few of them in various ways. Some books were used as information sources, and others I have ripped apart and used pages in mixed media collage pieces on canvas. I am a metalsmith at heart, but painting challenges me in a special way that I enjoy.

A contrast of two writing samples from Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The text of a collection of short stories was used as graphic for metal etching with ferric chloride into copper and nitric acid into silver. (Ironically, this one - executed with acids - is the one book I used that remains intact in full book form as I transferred the text onto the metal using a heat-based resist.)

An Exploration in Metal, Pigment, Paper

Each of the paintings explores a concept somehow related to the building of literacy, the power of the written word, or the vast blessing of knowledge as it becomes wisdom. I have become fascinated with impact writing leaves on the writer, the reader and collective thought.

All of the paintings in the series so far include a key, either painted or actual. Some even include a representation of a keyhole. If knowledge is the key, then the keyhole is wisdom.

key

words on a page
document
thoughts, opinions, actions
otherwise diminished

once documented
reader inspired, offended, informed
paper becomes stone
irreversible

knowledge
gained cannot be lost
entry granted
read on

© ginger meek allen 2009

Over the next several posts I will share my process with you. Continue reading to discover how this series was born, how each piece developed, and, as always, I welcome your feedback.

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The Muse Is Back

by gingermeekallen on April 22, 2009

Not too long ago, I noticed it was raining on my bench.

After a severe creative drought, the muse finally returned. And now, there are sparks flying!

Stay tuned, sign up for the email updates if you haven’t already. This blog will soon be red hot.

What does it mean to have a muse?

I heard author Elizabeth Gilbert speak about geniuses and daemons in Ancient Rome and Ancient Greece. The ancient Romans and Greeks believed that an artist would be visited in his studio by a “genius” (or “daemon”). The genius would guide or inspire the artist to create the work. Some geniuses were probably more lame than others, hence the caliber of the resulting artwork - some good, some not. Only in the last few centuries did people come to believe that the artist himself was the genius - the creative genius. Like Gilbert, I would submit to you that that is just a little too much pressure for a single human psyche. I prefer the older view, and I believe it to be true for me as I know I am not a genius but sometimes have a genius, a muse.

I realize this will come as a foreign concept to most. What I am speaking of is a spiritual collaboration that happens in the course of the creative process.  And as much as I love to analyze everything, I really cannot explain it any better. It is outside of my realm of control or full understanding, and I’m okay with that. I choose to participate and engage when it happens. In fact, I would hate to miss it.

I believe I was created creative. To create, I must first acknowledge my createdness, and my Creator.

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Choosing Change: Craving it, Thriving on it

by gingermeekallen on February 12, 2009

The studio has been stagnant lately. We’ve been steadily doing repairs and plugging away on cool commissions, but the muse must be sleeping.

I know that if the muse didn’t nap from time to time, I’d probably be exiled or buried by now. The constant thrill of surging creativity would just simply be too much to bear. However, I still don’t like the dark.

This recurrent phenomenon just happens. Over the years, I’ve learned to just weather it. Keep on moving, hopefully forward. But, fortunately, there are a few little things that I’ve noticed that are helpful.

CHANGE. Change. change.

Yes, it is the one constant. And there seem to be two types: the change that is circumstantial or the result of choices other people make, and the change that I create for myself — the change I choose. But either way, resisting change is foolish. It’s not going away.

So, while the muse is sleeping and the studio feels stagnant, and I find myself becoming stagnant as well, I know it’s time to change something. Choose it.

Now, don’t take my pillow. I don’t want to change that. But, let’s move the table. It will work in this corner. Let’s reverse our routine - get the paper before I start brewing the coffee. Put a box of colored pencils beside the doodle pad, and get rid of the blue ink.

My friend, David LaMotte, wrote a song about change.

KEEP THE CHANGE by David LaMotte

Maybe twenty years ago now
You were waiting tables and wiping chairs
He never looked up from his menu
Like you weren’t even there
You just knew that he would stiff you
So put together and self-absorbed
He slapped a fifty on the ticket
And he muttered these few words

There isn’t much you get to keep
Here’s a little tip
Keep the change

So this morning you were driving
It came screaming through your head
How nineteen turned to forty
Like yellow turned to red
How waitress turned to mother
How love bug turned to van
How that money turned to nothing
When he put it in your hand

(repeat chorus)

Just a rich guy in a diner
Left a bad joke with his bill
The cash was gone by Sunday
But the words are ringing still

Now you’re crouching in the front yard
With your fingers in the ground
The weeds keep pushing up
While your own body’s slowing down
Don’t waste your breath on wishing
No need to raise your voice
Change is always optional
If dying is a choice

(repeat chorus)

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Choosing Change: Craving it, Thriving on it

by gingermeekallen on February 12, 2009

The studio has been stagnant lately. We’ve been steadily doing repairs and plugging away on cool commissions, but the muse must be sleeping.

I know that if the muse didn’t nap from time to time, I’d probably be exiled or buried by now. The constant thrill of surging creativity would just simply be too much to bear. However, I still don’t like the dark.

This recurrent phenomenon just happens. Over the years, I’ve learned to just weather it. Keep on moving, hopefully forward. But, fortunately, there are a few little things that I’ve noticed that are helpful.

CHANGE. Change. change.

Yes, it is the one constant. And there seem to be two types: the change that is circumstantial or the result of choices other people make, and the change that I create for myself — the change I choose. But either way, resisting change is foolish. It’s not going away.

So, while the muse is sleeping and the studio feels stagnant, and I find myself becoming stagnant as well, I know it’s time to change something. Choose it.

Now, don’t take my pillow. I don’t want to change that. But, let’s move the table. It will work in this corner. Let’s reverse our routine - get the paper before I start brewing the coffee. Put a box of colored pencils beside the doodle pad, and get rid of the blue ink.

My friend, David LaMotte, wrote a song about change.

KEEP THE CHANGE by David LaMotte

Maybe twenty years ago now
You were waiting tables and wiping chairs
He never looked up from his menu
Like you weren’t even there
You just knew that he would stiff you
So put together and self-absorbed
He slapped a fifty on the ticket
And he muttered these few words

There isn’t much you get to keep
Here’s a little tip
Keep the change

So this morning you were driving
It came screaming through your head
How nineteen turned to forty
Like yellow turned to red
How waitress turned to mother
How love bug turned to van
How that money turned to nothing
When he put it in your hand

(repeat chorus)

Just a rich guy in a diner
Left a bad joke with his bill
The cash was gone by Sunday
But the words are ringing still

Now you’re crouching in the front yard
With your fingers in the ground
The weeds keep pushing up
While your own body’s slowing down
Don’t waste your breath on wishing
No need to raise your voice
Change is always optional
If dying is a choice

(repeat chorus)

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