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Do Over

This time of year often brings thoughts about new beginnings but a profound insight hit me recently.  As I reached for a fresh egg to begin yet another project I realized that each egg gives me another chance to have fun, to change my approach, to improve my skill, to make a completely different egg than the last one.  In other words, every egg is a “do over.”  And I am so thankful that I don’t have to be stuck with the past, but can grow and change and develop as an artist as I work on the next egg.

Here’s the amazing thing though.  This principle applies not just to egg art, but to life as well.  All of life is one big “potential” when you think about it.  Each day is a “do over” that waits for me to move forward one small step at a time.  I really like that perspective.  So look out 2012, here I come.

Miss February!

Pysanky artists are few and far between here on the West Coast so I was glad to find an online group centered around these eggs.  Over the past year I have been enlightened and encouraged not just in this art, but in friendships across the world as well.

Recently one of our more computer literate members put together a 2012 calendar featuring pysanky from group members.  As I flipped through a preview of the pages I was surprised and delighted to find a photo of my eggs graces the month of February, which also happens to be my birth month.  A wonderful early birthday present!  Just call me Miss February.

Eggs in Red at the Kennedy Gallery

 

 

 

The changing season brings a new pysanky display to the Kennedy Gallery.  Ostrich, goose, duck, and chicken eggs in brilliant reds offer lots eye candy just in time for the holiday season.  Take a peek at these and all the other art in this wonderful midtown Sacramento gallery.

New at the Ordaz Gallery

Need an excuse to go for a short drive?  Come see some of my Christmas pysanky at the Ordaz Gallery in old town Auburn, California.  Frank Ordaz, an award-winning oil painter, specializes in portraits and you can chat with him as he works in this downtown gallery/studio Tuesdays through Saturdays.

A Matter of Perspective

My husband, Dave, is quite tall and I am not so it has led to many interesting “discussions” over the years.  Hanging a wall picture practically guarantees the inevitable “height war.”  Higher, lower, no higher, how about here, no lower and eventually we settle on some middle ground which neither satisfies nor offends either of us.

And while I sincerely appreciate the fact that Dave can reach a serving dish in a high cupboard so I don’t have to climb onto the counter to get it, there are other times when it’s irritating dealing with things like a car seat so far back I can’t even touch the pedals.  There’s no getting around it, we just live in different height worlds.

A while back Dave called me to look out our window onto the backyard.  “Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked.  I couldn’t see anything but dim shadows of trees and was frankly wondering what my thoroughly analytical, practical husband was talking about.

“There, look at the pond,” he said, and still I saw nothing out of the ordinary.  “Don’t you see the full moon reflecting off the water?” he asked.

Mystified, I answered no.  That’s when it hit us both.  Dave could see it and I couldn’t because I wasn’t tall enough.  When I stood on a chair the landscape changed dramatically and a brilliant full moon sparkled on the black pond water like none I had ever seen before.  It was a gorgeous sight, but one that I simply couldn’t see until I changed my perspective.

I learned a valuable lesson that night.  Sometimes a change in perspective makes all the difference.

Black and White at the Kennedy

My eggs go formal at the Kennedy Gallery, 1114 20th Street,Sacramento,CA,95811.  These black and white pysanky feature a wide variety of designs without the distraction of color.

And if you’re looking for an excuse to get out and about, Second Saturday Artwalk happens this weekend and provides a great opportunity to explore the art galleries in midtown.

Arts Camp 2011

What a joy to spend a high energy week teaching kids about art and God.  And I don’t say that very often because I highly value my personal, quiet spaces in life.  I am definitely not a high-energy extrovert but I love watching kids blossom as they discover their own artist within.

This year’s class was the best ever.  My five fifth and sixth grade girls picked up the basics of using the wax and dyes very quickly and soon began experimenting with colors and designs on their own eggs.  And best of all, as they concentrated our classroom became a tiny quiet oasis amidst the chaos of over 400 smiling kids, helpers, teachers, musicians, and support staff across the Oak Hills Church campus.  I think my class, students and teachers alike, especially enjoyed that part of each day.

The week finished on a high note with a Friday night Showcase for all the parents.  Afterwards exhausted but excited, I found myself already looking forward to next year’s Arts Camp.  Incredible, isn’t it?  In spite of the hectic schedule, the crazy hours, and the energy it took many of us felt this same way.  It’s a God thing.

If a Tree Falls in the Forest…

Sharing our art with others brings up the question, “Is it still art even if no one else ever sees it?”  I used to think the answer was a total yes, but now I’m not so sure.  Art has both a giving and a receiving aspect.  It involves both the artist and the art patron.  I believe it was actually meant to be shared with a wider audience and not hoarded by its creator.

As some of you may know, in addition to being an egg artist, I also play the cello.  I have been taking lessons for a while now and find it’s the most absorbing and yet most difficult thing I’ve ever attempted.  I work hard when I practice and enjoy it tremendously.  What I don’t enjoy are the recitals my teacher schedules two or three times each year.  Thankfully he has separate ones for his younger and older students.  Believe me, it really helps to know I won’t have to follow a fourth grader playing a piece much more difficult than mine.  Still, I get nervous at the thought of playing in public.  And just so you understand how much of a weenie I am, this particular “public” is only the other adult students and sometimes a few family members.  Even so, it is PUBLIC playing, not my usual me-and-the-cello-with-the-door-to-the-rest-of-the-house-closed.

I’ve been told repeatedly that the more you do something, the easier it gets.  I know lots of “real musicians” who say they love playing before an audience.  I have to say I’m still waiting for that to happen with me.  On the feeling scale from “terrifying to fun,” my score is still a lot closer to terrified.  But I keep at it because I want to be able to share my music with others.  As a growth area in my life, this is not easy but I’m convinced it’s absolutely necessary.  My prayer is that I will continue to step outside my comfortable boundaries to see what God has in store for me out there.  In the meantime, I  have to go practice!

In the News

Here’s a link to the May 2011 Sacramento Talent Magazine.   Check out page 16 for an article on me and my eggs.

And if you want to see how they are made, come to Bella Fiore on Saturday, May 14 where I’ll be demonstrating the process from 5 to 9 PM.

Second Saturday in Fair Oaks Village

April 9, 2011 from 7 to 9 PM

Enjoy a relaxed evening at the Fair Oaks Village Second Saturday Art Walk.  I’ll be a Bella Fiore  Florist from 7 to 9 PM answering questions about these eggs.

In addition this Saturday evening will be a time to say farewell to current owners, Bill and Deborah Brown, and say hello to new owners, Dawn and Chris Conyers.  See their blog for more details.

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