This is the new piece for Found Art Tuesday, Love. It's made in a small wooden cigar box (if you want to see how I made it, keep reading because I will include some pictures I took during the process)
To get inspiration about love I went to visit one of the greatest poets of our time: John Lennon. I have a new respect for Yoko Ono. I have listened to "Woman" before many many times, but yesterday it struck me how a great woman she must have been to have inspired such a song. The general idea of this piece is like the bottle thrown in the ocean idea of which I wrote last week. It's a box that opens a window to someone's heart. She is maybe throwing her heart out and waiting to see if it'll land in dry land.
It has a lonely quality to it, although my intention was the opposite. A statement to love turned into a yearning for love. This change of direction in the middle of making a piece happens to me fairly often. I wonder if it's my subconscious taking charge of the creative side of my brain or is it the actual piece telling me what it wants to be? Am I just a messenger for something bigger than me? Remember the ouija boards? Sometimes I feel something else is taking over, not in a psychotic way (I hope!) more in someone showing me what needs to be done. Have you felt something like this?
The materials I used were: Cigar box, acrylic paint, basswood wood (the kind they use for building models), an antique metal heart, disposable camera pieces and nails.
In the inner part of the lid I wrote the lyrics to the John Lennon's song "Love" I thought that whomever happens to find it (and thinks of keeping it), would recognize the song.
I have been so busy these past few days that I feel if I've had more time it would've turned out a little better crafted. there are a few things I'm still not happy with but oh well...
This was left in a little lonely bench in the middle of a little lonely park. Waiting for the lovers at the movies.
These are a few pictures of the process:
If you think I skipped about 10 steps, well you're right but it's late and I'm tired.. there's always more time tomorrow...